Paying It Back!

"Demons."

Aismailu, the elf governor, murmured to himself. He had never expected the legend that had circulated for nearly six thousand years to appear alive before his very eyes.

"My lord, the front line won't hold much longer!"

An elf councilor hurried over and anxiously reminded him, "Should we send more troops to support them?"

"How many people do you think it would take to defeat those demons?"

Aismailu glanced at him. The latter was instantly rendered speechless, his mouth hanging open without a word coming out. Aismailu then gave the order. "Have them prepare the 'Firestone.'"

"Ah?"

Everyone around him turned pale at the words "Firestone." Could the governor really be planning to fire that thing over there?

"Lord Koko, there are still many of our people over there, including Ryder! He's Governor Bitashal's student!"

"So what?"

Aismailu coldly retorted, "If we don't use the Firestone to wipe out those demons in one strike, how many of our kin do you intend to feed to them?"

"Look carefully. Against those demons, even our warships are no match!"

"This..."

The elf councilor who had raised the objection turned deathly pale. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as an elf knight went to relay the order.

Everyone knew Aismailu was right.

Yet the thought of betraying the kin fighting and dying at the front filled them with unease.

They were indeed councilors of the Iron-Blooded Faction, but their iron blood was meant for barbarians, not their own people.

Very soon.

As screams echoed from the aerial warships at the front, with countless elves slaughtered every second and warships plunging into the sea of sand at every moment.

A square redwood box was delivered before Aismailu.

Without the slightest hesitation, he opened the lid and took out a Firestone flowing