The Coming Chaos (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Imperial Capital Magic Academy of the Roland Empire.

"Huff... huff..."

Kasa ran in from outside, panting heavily. Lynn, who had been chatting with Taylor, turned his head at the commotion and chuckled, "It's early in the morning, out for a jog?"

Kasa glanced at Lynn, ignoring his teasing. He walked quickly to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and downed it in one gulp before lowering his voice.

"War has broken out. Everyone except the Roland Empire is at war!"

"War?"

"According to news from my family, three days ago, the Church of Darkness launched a war against the Tianluo Empire. In less than a day, they captured Xili City, a vital border fortress. The next day, the Church of Light attacked the Zhongyuan Empire and occupied the Mobius Province."

"So fast? How many people did the two churches mobilize?" Lynn frowned, sensing that things were not simple.

"The exact number is unknown, but judging by the speed at which the Church of Darkness took Xili City, there must be at least ten thousand Level 6 warriors and over a hundred Level 9 warriors. It is highly likely they also deployed a mage legion. The Church of Light shouldn't be far behind."

Lynn's eyes widened. "That's a significant force! It seems the two churches are playing for keeps this time."

"This is bad... With four of the five major powers on the Azeron Continent now at war, the Roland Empire cannot possibly stay out of it. If I'm not mistaken, both empires and both churches will do everything in their power to drag the Roland Empire into the fray!"

Lynn narrowed his eyes, immediately grasping the current situation.

On the Azeron Continent, with the gods remaining unseen, the most powerful forces are the top Sanctuary-level factions: the three empires and the two churches.

The Church of Darkness is located at the southernmost tip of the continent, bordering only the Tianluo Empire, while the Church of Light is situated in the south-central region, sandwiched between the Tianluo Empire and the Zhongyuan Empire.

Because of this specific layout, when the two churches initiate war, the direct impact falls solely on the two empires. The Roland Empire, located far to the north of the Azeron Continent, could theoretically remain aloof due to its unique geographical position.

Anyone with a clear head understands this, and it is precisely what the two churches and two empires currently embroiled in war cannot accept... We are fighting tooth and nail, yet you are living in peace? Why?

Because of this, Lynn understood that the Roland Empire would not be able to avoid the war, and in fact... most Sanctuary-level factions would eventually be drawn in, whether forced or voluntary.

The three empires and two churches would do their best to drag every faction into the water, eliminate the weak, and redistribute the spoils.

Once the war begins, no one can stop it until a new order is established.

"The Roland Empire will fall into chaos soon. I need to bring my parents to the Imperial Capital!" Lynn thought rapidly, his mind immediately turning to Leo and his wife back in Blackstone Town.

"Boss, I'm leaving," Kasa said in a low voice. "You know I'm from the Zhongyuan Empire. Because of the war, my family has sent people to summon me back. I have to leave the Roland Empire by tomorrow at the latest."

Lynn's contemplative expression froze. He took a deep breath, his face turning incredibly serious.

"Travel safely. If you run into any trouble you can't handle, come find your big brother!"

"You got it!" Kasa gave a carefree smile.

"Count me in too!" Taylor, who had been listening blankly, suddenly raised his hand.

"Forget it. If I ever end up needing to find you, I'll probably be half-crippled by then," Kasa said with a look of disdain.

"Huh???"

"Haha..."

Amidst the laughter, Dorm 9527 gradually grew quiet.

That day, Kasa, known as one of the Twin Stars of the Imperial Capital Magic Academy, officially withdrew from school and left the Roland Empire with the Rivas Family convoy.

That same afternoon, Lynn revealed his cultivation as a Level 7 mage, officially graduated from the Imperial Capital Magic Academy, and set off on the road back to Blackstone Town.

"Whoosh!"

In the sky above Xili City.

A black shadow streaked past at incredible speed.

It finally hovered above the city, revealing an old man with white hair and a white beard.

Graham frowned as he watched the numerous Church of Darkness soldiers patrolling the city, his gaze lingering on those wearing the robes of high-ranking deacons.

"No wonder Xili City was taken so quickly. So, they deployed descended angels."

Realizing this, a cold light flashed in Graham's eyes. There is an unspoken rule on the Azeron Continent: Sanctuary-level powerhouses are not allowed to intervene in large-scale wars.

The Church of Darkness using descended angels completely broke the rules. After all, although a descended angel is normally only slightly stronger than a Level 9 warrior, as long as one is willing to sacrifice them, each can be used as a temporary Sanctuary-level entity.

Even the most ordinary two-winged angel, after summoning its light wings, can unleash Sanctuary-level attack power. On the material plane, this level of power can destroy any defensive measure. Facing a Xili City without a Sanctuary-level protector, it was a complete dimensional strike.

Almost in a single encounter, as several descended angels burned their life force, a breach was torn in the thick city walls. The battle instantly shifted from a siege to urban warfare, completely stripping the city of its defensive advantages.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, inside Xili City, a giant sword aura dozens of meters long rapidly formed, slashing fiercely toward Graham in the sky at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of him.

"BOOM!!"

A massive explosion rang out. Facing the sudden giant sword aura, Graham's expression remained indifferent. Just as the aura was about to strike him, his figure flickered strangely, and he instantly reappeared hundreds of meters away.

"Philip, how much longer are you going to hide?"

Graham looked toward Xili City. Judging by the aura of the person who had just attacked, he had already guessed their identity.

"Graham, long time no see." Philip, dressed in black robes, flew out from the city.

"I didn't expect it to be you, you old geezer!" Philip sighed. "That's a bit of a pity."

Within the Sanctuary of the Tianluo Empire, Graham was not the strongest, but he was the one Philip least wanted to face.

Because Graham had comprehended the Laws of Wind, his speed was extraordinary. Looking across the entire Azeron Continent, in terms of escape ability, only those few at the peak of the Sanctuary could reliably surpass Graham; Philip did not have absolute confidence in being able to keep him here.

"You want to make a move on me?" Hearing Philip's sigh, Graham frowned, his heart growing vigilant.

The Sanctuary was the foundation of any faction. Generally speaking, unless two major factions had completely burned their bridges, they rarely targeted those in the Sanctuary. After all, even among the five major factions, those in the Sanctuary were incredibly precious.

"Graham, the three great empires have been high and mighty for too long. You have become so arrogant that you have forgotten the laws of this world: the weak are prey to the strong. Without any gods among you, you still occupy the most fertile land on the continent."

"Since you don't want to do this with dignity, then don't blame me!" A cold voice emerged from Philip's mouth, and a terrifying suction force manifested out of thin air.