"Yes, Your Holiness."
The young Rank Nine looked at Standa, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit.
This time, they had even brought the divine oracle. The oracle could only be used three times; two had already been used, leaving only the last one. It was meant to deal with the Glory Empire's wizards.
There was no need to use the divine oracle against Great Black Heaven.
As long as they took out two Glory Empire fighters above Rank Eight, they could smoothly seize the Glory Empire's southeastern region—at least the territory of an entire province.
That was their plan, and what they intended to do.
The divine oracle bestowed by the God of Light was meant to let them occupy more territory, not to deal with the likes of the Nightmare Empire. The divine envoy of the God of Light had long been deeply dissatisfied with this; this was the perfect chance to do something about it.
After thinking for a moment, the young man suddenly spoke. "If possible, could we have other Rank Eights help us deal with the Glory Empire? Or subdue them by force?"
Standa glanced at the young man, his gaze steady and calm, without a ripple.
"None who can cultivate to Rank Eight are ordinary people. Abandon such impractical thoughts. If it could be done, I would have done it years ago. Only profit is eternal. Franklin, set your sights farther ahead. Do not concern yourself with others; keep nurturing our own people."
The young man, Franklin, lowered his head slightly, showing that he had taken the lesson to heart.
The three Rank Eights standing behind them said nothing. They merely looked ahead, like puppets.
Standa looked at Franklin, then turned his gaze forward and said slowly, "After I leave, the position of Pope will