Paramount War Twenty-Two

Everyone was somewhat indignant, but under the clear order, they could not voice any objections.

Ryan glanced over twice, thought for a moment, and said, "When two sides go to war, each treats the other as an enemy. Whatever methods they use are nothing surprising."

"Losing one's mind in rage just because of an assassination attempt is not something a ruler of a faction should do."

"Mobilizing our forces for revenge after the war and destroying all our previous achievements is naturally out of the question, and not worth the cost. But that does not mean we should show no reaction when faced with someone else's provocation."

"In this war, I permit you to use all your strength and do what you wish to do."

Ryan spoke calmly, his gaze fixed on the two people standing atop the wreckage of the Moby Dick not far ahead.

Just as he said, not getting angry was one thing, but that did not mean he could easily let this matter go.

Since the Navy had the nerve to assassinate him, they had to be prepared for their plan to fail and for him to retaliate.

The lives of those two before him would serve as tools to wash away the anger of the Guardians under his command.

"Thank you for generously granting us a chance to make amends. I will use the enemy leaders' heads to wash away my failure."

Knowing Ryan had made up his mind, Demiurge rose to his feet, lowered his head, swayed his tail, and spoke with firm solemnity.

The others also rose one after another. None of them spoke, but their gazes toward the two people atop the Moby Dick's wreckage were filled with killing intent.

After seeing this, Ryan said lightly, "Then show me."

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