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"Bang!" Emperor Ivan hurled the secret report to the floor. Veins bulged on his forehead, his face was livid, and his chest heaved with overwhelming fury.

"Urge! How dare he! How dare he kill Vladimir!!!"

His roar shook dust loose from the palace beams and pillars.

Vladimir's death was far more than the loss of a top-tier fighter. It was the face of imperial authority being ground into the dirt, a resounding slap across Emperor Ivan's face in full view of the entire world!

How could he endure such an outrageous humiliation? He wanted to muster his entire army at once, flatten the Northern Lands, and tear that arrogant Witch Ancestor into ten thousand pieces!

"Please calm your anger, Your Majesty! Please think twice!" The ministers hastily dropped to their knees to dissuade him.

"Your Majesty, the Heavenly Strategy Army is watching like a tiger from the south. Our defensive lines have only just stabilized. They cannot withstand any more upheaval!"

"Your Majesty, the rebel Sergei is riding a wave of victories. He has already taken several cities in succession and is advancing straight toward the Holy Capital. We absolutely cannot make another powerful enemy now!"

"Indeed, Your Majesty! That Witch Ancestor killed the venerable Vladimir with ease. His strength is unfathomable, and the witches of the Northern Lands now all acknowledge him as their leader. His forces are enormous. If we launch a campaign now, we risk igniting a civil war and trapping our dynasty in a desperate situation, with enemies to the north, south, and west! Daluo would be in peril!"

The ministers spoke one after another, each laying out the brutal reality.

Listening to their remonstrations, Ivan felt as though bucket after bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe.

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