Hudson had fully taken the bait in the Church's plan. The Ghost Ship was indeed powerful, but in many people's eyes, it was also a juicy prize.
There were quite a few treasures on the Aslant Continent that could aid cultivation, but supreme treasures capable of helping someone comprehend laws were exceedingly rare.
If not for the restrictions on who could use it, experts from across the continent would likely have swarmed over. Even staying in the Misty Sea would not necessarily have been safe.
No one had yet risked venturing deep into the Misty Sea because the dark-element experts who had arrived early on were all natives of the Alpha Kingdom.
They all belonged to the same circle. With a little inquiry, they could learn just how dangerous the Misty Sea was.
Treasures were precious, but one's life was worth even more.
Once outsiders arrived, things would be different. It would not be strange for people investigating the same matter to receive completely opposite answers.
Kill as many as they could. Given the chance to quietly eliminate competitors, the local powers would not show mercy.
With the net cast, Hudson resumed his life of drilling troops. From the initial physical training to individual combat training, they had now entered the final stage—formation drills.
Unlike when he had trained his private army, where Hudson could command personally, the Kingdom Army had more than two hundred thousand men.
If they gathered everyone in one place, the training ground alone would probably be no smaller than the Royal Capital. Even if he shouted himself hoarse, ninety-nine percent of the soldiers would not hear him.
It became inevitable to distribute the training tasks among the noble officers. However, formation training was far more complicated than the previous exercises.
Even though Hudson issued orders