After late spring came early summer.
When purple swallow orchids bloomed across forests great and small, news of the Dragon Wing Legion's battle had already spread throughout the continent. Just as every nation on the continent was reeling in shock at the news, Lin Qi was already riding Donkey north from the Longshan Family's territory at an unhurried pace. In just three days, he arrived outside Berely City of the Gallic Empire.
There was nothing much in Vias worth worrying about.
Lin Qi's current subordinates were all freaks powerful to the extreme. There were more than a hundred thousand elite troops of the Blood Qin Empire, over a hundred thousand of the Vias Mercenary Guild's strongest mercenaries, Hu Xinzhu, the Blood Qin Empire's imperial adviser, Sha Xinyue, former master of the Desert Temple, Princess Qingli, ever-changing and impossible to grasp, and Elysian Heaven, powerful enough to clash head-on with demigods, holding down the fort...
With so many elite monsters joining forces, along with such vast military strength and enormous wealth, if they still could not handle the Caesar Empire, then Hu Xinzhu and the others might as well stop eating and working and slit their throats sooner rather than later.
Most importantly, Yun Jun, the most immediate and powerful threat to Lin Qi, had already been killed through their joint efforts. What else did Lin Qi have to worry about?
Thus, dressed in fitted silk clothes of gray and black—the understated yet faintly luxurious style particular to a prosperous merchant—and riding Donkey, who muttered complaints without pause, Lin Qi seemed slow but actually covered thousands of miles a day. In three days, he crossed the vast mountain ranges where the Church's Holy Mountain stood, traversed the Gallic Empire's broad southern lands from the Dragon Mountain Territory in Vias, and entered