Incoming? Ambush Battle!

Sossal, the border city overthrown by slaves, lay in the most remote Southwestern Borderlands of the Minotaur Nation.

Godkin Woshil led eight members of the Arbiters, and naturally would not use the stupidest method of walking there little by little.

Several Magic Casters were among the Arbiters, so using Teleportation was naturally much simpler and more convenient.

Early morning.

—Aifanvanso.

This was the largest city near the Southwestern Borderlands, as well as the most prosperous commercial city in the region.

Godkin Woshil and the eight Arbiters had left the Royal Capital last night. After multiple Teleportations, they were currently resting in this city.

Of course.

Resting was not the main purpose. Other than the few Arbiters who had used Teleportation magic and consumed considerable mana, no one else had expended anything.

Inside the residence manor of the city governor.

Ilip Leather Skullhorn wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Holding a plate of high-quality human meat freshly brought from the ranch, he cautiously approached a tightly shut door.

Knock!

Knock!

He knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in." A voice devoid of emotion came from within.

Ilip Leather Skullhorn took a deep breath. As the city governor, and with this being his own manor, he was personally serving food like a servant.

There was only one reason for this.

The people inside were a group of important figures!

Click!

He pushed open the heavy wooden door, carved with exquisite patterns and designs.

The first things that entered his sight were figures clad in armor and magic robes, holding all kinds of weapons. Every one of them gave off a heart-chilling sense of Fear.

There were as many as eight terrifyingly powerful individuals.

What was even more puzzling was that all eight stood apart from one another.

Only one figure, dressed