Holy Alliance

"How could there be a Level Eight Magical Beast? Could it be from the Beastmen's side?"

Pat was standing beside Andres and saw the Gale Eagle in the sky as well, crying out in alarm.

Andres narrowed his eyes slightly but did not respond.

In the original story, there were several large Magical Beast gathering grounds on the Yulan Continent, such as the Magical Beast Continent, the Sunset Mountain Range, and the Dark Forest.

Because of these Magical Beast gathering grounds, warriors and magicians on the Yulan Continent had plenty of opportunities to tame their own contracted Magical Beasts.

But Noah Continent had only one Magical Beast gathering ground, called the "Mogan Mountain Range," located in territory ruled by the Beastmen.

On the side of the three human kingdoms, only scattered Magical Beasts could be found. Their quality and numbers were far inferior to those in the Mogan Mountain Range, so it was far more difficult for humans to obtain Magical Beasts than it was for Beastmen.

When Pat saw the Gale Eagle in the sky, he instinctively assumed it belonged to the Beastmen.

"Not necessarily. To make a Level Eight Magical Beast acknowledge a master, one generally needs the strength of a Level Nine Warrior. If the Beastmen had dispatched a Level Nine Expert, it would be impossible for our human side's Level Nine Experts not to appear," Andres said with a frown.

Each of the three human kingdoms was guarded by a Level Nine Warrior. This was also what allowed the three kingdoms to contend against the Beastmen of Noah Continent.

Under normal circumstances, however, neither side's Level Nine Experts would take action.

The soldiers atop the city walls also gradually spotted the Gale Eagle in the sky and sounded the alarm one after another.

But before the commanders could react, the Gale Eagle flew off into the distance.

What Andres and the others did not see was that two people were seated on the Gale Eagle's back.

In the air.

Teresa sat on the Gale Eagle's back, looking down at the Beastmen camp below, the killing intent in his eyes undisguised.

"Master Gaston, why can't you help me kill Resior?" Teresa looked at the Short-haired Middle-aged Man seated beside him, his tone filled with obvious dissatisfaction.

That was right. The two people sitting on the Gale Eagle's back were Teresa and his teacher, Gaston.

Six years ago, after Andres left the Royal Capital, Gaston became Teresa's teacher.

Now, although Teresa was only thirteen years old, he had already become a Level Seven Warrior. His progress could be called astonishing. Meanwhile, over the past six years, Gaston had broken through to become a Level Nine Warrior and had even tamed the Gale Eagle as his Magical Beast.

Teresa understood his teacher's strength. The man was fully capable of helping him kill Resior.

Hearing Teresa's words, Gaston's expression remained calm as he said lightly, "Teresa, we belong to the Goblin Merchant Guild. The guild does business not only on the human side, but on the Beastmen's side as well. We have never involved ourselves in the conflict between the two sides. I brought you here this time only to let you observe the battle. I will not help you take action."

Teresa's face darkened, and he said nothing. Clearly, he had not been persuaded, and he even harbored resentment.

Gaston glanced at Teresa and sighed inwardly. "If you want revenge, it is not without a way. Resior is a Level Eight Warrior and holds a high position among this Beastmen tribe on Noah Continent. If you want to kill him, you must first prove your value to the guild. Once the guild believes that offending the Beastmen of Noah Continent for your sake is worthwhile, naturally, the guild's experts will act for you."

Teresa frowned. "I became a Level Seven Warrior after cultivating for six years. Isn't that enough?"

Gaston shook his head. "No. You truly are the most talented person I have ever seen, but a genius who has not yet matured amounts to nothing. A Level Seven Warrior is dispensable to the entire Goblin Merchant Guild."

"But—" Gaston's expression suddenly changed. "If you successfully enter the Holy Alliance this time, it will be different. Those who can enter the Holy Alliance are highly likely to become Saint Realm experts in the future. By then, your position in the guild will rise greatly. It will not be impossible for you to use the guild's power to kill Resior."

"The Holy Alliance..." Teresa narrowed his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing through them.

He had already learned of the Holy Alliance from the Goblin Merchant Guild. It was an organization that cultivated experts, located on the Sacred Tree Continent and founded by the powerful Elf Race.

Generally speaking, only races allied with the Elves were qualified to enter the Holy Alliance. The Goblin Merchant Guild, as a neutral party, originally had no such qualifications. However, the guild had many business dealings with the Elf Race and had provided them with many conveniences, so the Elf Queen had specially granted the Goblin Merchant Guild several slots.

As long as a candidate recommended by the Goblin Merchant Guild met the conditions for entering the Holy Alliance, the Holy Alliance would accept them.

Some time ago, the Goblin Merchant Guild had already submitted Teresa's information to the Holy Alliance and was awaiting its response.

Teresa himself greatly desired to enter the Holy Alliance. It gathered geniuses from many races, and he could often receive guidance from Saint Realm experts and even God-level experts, which would be immensely helpful in improving his strength.

Looking down at Black Mountain City, Gaston said, "Mr. Ivan received word that experts from the Holy Alliance have also come for this war between the Oga Kingdom and the Beastmen."

Teresa was startled. "The Holy Alliance is going to help the Oga Kingdom?"

"Not exactly," Gaston said. "Although humans also belong to the Elves' side, the fighting between the Elf Race's faction and the Beastmen mainly takes place on the Sacred Tree Continent. Over here on Noah Continent, it is merely a minor skirmish. The Saint Realm and God-level experts in the Holy Alliance will not take action. After all, if they did, the Beastmen's experts would act as well. There would be no point."

"They came this time to assess Inori. The Oga Kingdom has already submitted an application to the Holy Alliance, hoping to let Inori enter it. If Inori can demonstrate Saint Realm-level potential this time, the Oga Kingdom will have another person enter the Holy Alliance."

Teresa's expression was indifferent, and he seemed uninterested. He did not care whether Inori could enter the Holy Alliance. What he cared about was Resior.

"I wonder whether this Inori can kill Resior on the battlefield," Teresa murmured.

Gaston smiled faintly when he heard that. "I'm afraid she cannot. Resior is also at the Peak Level Eight, and Beastmen are naturally physically stronger than humans. It is unlikely that Inori can kill him."

"That's true. Hmph, then let Resior live a little longer. Once I enter the Holy Alliance, his day of death will come!" Teresa snorted.

On the walls of Black Mountain City, the soldiers watched the Gale Eagle fly away and all breathed a sigh of relief.

A Level Eight Magical Beast of unknown allegiance circling above their heads had indeed put them under tremendous pressure.

Andres also withdrew his gaze from the sky and continued observing the Beastmen camp.

Just then, a member of the Inori Guard hurried up the city wall and found Andres.

"Captain, the war meeting is over. Miss wants to see you," the man said.