On this day, after capturing the capital of Snowpeak Province in the central region of the former Harlan Empire, the elven army, as always, began a wholesale plunder of the city. Meanwhile, Lin Qi stood in a dense forest outside the city, frowning at the messenger kneeling before him.
"The Nightmare Temple is asking us for aid?" Lin Qi shrugged. "They've finally put aside their pride and dignity to ask the Dragon Mountain Empire for help?"
The messenger sent by Yun kept his head respectfully lowered. "Great Your Majesty, just as you said, the Temple of Soul and the Nightmare Temple have submitted urgent requests for aid to the Empire through the Church. They demand that the Empire assemble a legion within three days at most and send it into the Nightmare Temple's territory to help them withstand the elven army's invasion."
Turning over the letter in his hand, which gave off faint ripples of divine power, Lin Qi laughed mockingly.
They were merely asking for assistance in resisting the elven army's assault. It seemed that, even after being beaten to the point of utter panic, the Nightmare Temple had still not completely cast aside its halo of glory. And the wording of this letter—clearly, the Nightmare Temple was now begging the Dragon Mountain Empire for rescue, yet its tone read as though it were ordering Lin Qi what to do, commanding the Dragon Mountain Empire what it ought to do!
With a cold snort, Lin Qi crushed the letter into powder in one grip. "Within three days, arm every serious criminal in the Empire's prisons. Arm them 'properly,' then send them here to serve under the Nightmare Temple's command."
After a pause, Lin Qi continued calmly, "Also, send a reply from the imperial capital to the Church. Besides the