The desert camel walker gave a low growl, relaying the orders of the commander on the platform on his back to everyone around him.
Then the rebels swarmed into the Teleportation Magic Formation hall, their boot soles grinding the five remaining piles of ash on the steps into thin marks.
Clearly, the Order Investigation Delegation inside would not receive the courtesy they had hoped for.
Many of them would die in the direct confrontation to come. Others would be captured alive, but that would only mean being moved to another place and setting for a "performance of death."
The desert rebels had chosen the most brutal form of confrontation.
They ignored the prestige of the Order God Church and trampled on its dignity. Ironically, when they did so, most Order Clerics would instead feel profoundly at a loss.
Kallen closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again.
At that moment, he felt no relief at all, only sorrow.
He could not even be bothered to resent Deputy Knight Commander Yamrek's naivety and stupidity, nor did he have any interest in imagining how things might have changed if he had been the leader.
Once the cruel reality had unfolded, he really had no interest left in thinking about such useless things.
"We'll break out first and draw the attention of the outer perimeter, especially those Sandhawks overhead. Richard, run out first. Kangna, get on Richard's back and protect him."
Richard immediately bent down, and Kangna jumped onto his back. Then Richard leaped off the rooftop sentry post where the four of them had been hiding, turned into black mist, and began running.
The rebels here were mainly focused on the Teleportation Magic Formation hall, but the Sandhawks overhead quickly spotted movement on the other side. Three immediately dove toward Richard.
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