Fang Yuan did not wait in Wasteland Territory for Christian's report.
Instead, he teleported to Lone Mountain Fortress.
"Lord!"
"How did you get here?"
Christian, who had just returned victorious, saw Fang Yuan in the distance.
"I saw your battle report on the Lord's Mark."
"Your Holy Light Knights actually defeated and killed enemies ten times their number with ease."
"Christian, you did well."
Christian bowed slightly.
"My lord."
"It was nothing."
"The enemy was not as strong as we imagined."
"During this reconnaissance mission, aside from testing their strength..."
"I also learned about their deployment."
"At the same time, I formed some guesses about their identities."
"Tell me your guess about their identities first."
Fang Yuan gestured for him to continue.
"They are the Holy Son Legion of the Mist Gods!"
Christian answered decisively.
The answer was exactly as Fang Yuan had expected. It was identical to his own guess.
Christian continued immediately.
"But during this engagement, I noticed something unusual about these Mist Holy Son legions."
"They do not seem to be legions enslaved from the Old Continent."
"The power they carried was not the kind I was familiar with."
"Instead, just like the Mist Holy Son we killed before, they possessed the laws of the Mist World."
Fang Yuan was not surprised by this.
"Before this, on the Barbarian Plateau, we had already wiped out most of the Mist Holy Son's legion."
"We received word from the Central Continent that the Mist Holy Son's legion had abandoned its original territory and disappeared."
"We thought they had all withdrawn from the Western Continent and gone to the Eastern Continent or the sea."
"We never expected them not to have left."
"They were still in the Central Continent."
"This time, not only had their strength recovered, but it had