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Vasili's voice carried on, cold and harsh. "It would be best if you make no moves along the way. Otherwise!"

The Light Corps swiftly rose into the air and vanished into the heights.

Inside the Glory Wizard Alliance, Vasili watched the Light Corps with an extremely unpleasant expression. Those religious lunatics were always thinking of bewitching others. Daring to run wild in the imperial capital—they truly did not know life from death.

If not for the agreement with the Light Empire, Vasili would have wanted to shoot him down the instant he opened his mouth.

A distance of ten kilometers was practically right before their eyes.

Unfortunately, the other side left quickly.

The arrival of the Light Empire made every wizard turn solemn. If the Light Empire's Tribunal had set out for the northwest, the consequences might already have become even more severe.

Just as everyone was thinking this, the royal family released a major announcement, summoning all personnel to prepare for full-scale war mobilization.

The matter was gradually growing larger—almost everyone thought so.

Dole could feel the air of war as well. The empire had issued a mobilization order, which meant that the four great legions in the east, south, west, and north, along with various smaller legions, would all gather in full. Not only that, but the armies of other empires were very likely gathering as well. Because of the distance, they might use certain special methods of transportation and dispatch only elite forces rather than swarming in all at once.

Although the Northwestern Nations bordered the Northern Kingdom and the Glory Empire, and the other empires could stand by and watch the show, if Nightmare Patriarch truly advanced to level nine, no one would be able to stay out of it. Across the entire West Ring