"Our mission as puppeteers is to accompany, to watch over the throne holder from above this world. Let’s go; it’s time to settle some accounts."
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In the dimly lit tent of the Dark Kingdom, the atmosphere was tense. Everyone remained silent, and the guards outside dared not make a sound for fear of angering one of the great figures.
The saint sat calmly at the head of the table, his fingers manipulating a metallic ball that emitted a faint glow. This ball was liquid, transforming into a vivid goat and then back to its original shape.
All present were powerful beings capable of destructive force, but achieving such control was rare.
Satan and the saint were both Air Elementalists, yet today they discovered that the saint was an Awakener with both Air and Metal elements!
Everyone understood that this was the saint’s trump card revealed after Francisco had also ascended to A Rank. And his opponent held a Metal artifact of divine power, though its nature remained unknown.
The saint spoke calmly: "With this, logistics are completely out of our hands now. We believed in your strength but underestimated your lack of brains. How could the same person have stolen twice?"
Only someone as domineering as the saint could openly insult another organization’s leader.
"We must have a mole among us," the leader of the Dark Kingdom chuckled: "Otherwise, how would he know when the supplies were being transported? I clearly said eight hours; someone calculated the position of the cargo ship to find it so precisely."
Francisco stood behind the saint and asked in confusion, "Perhaps he was just lucky?"
The saint gathered the metallic ball and sneered: "Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?"
Satan laughed: "Let’s not argue. Our goal is clear—to acquire the treasures of an ancient tribe. Now, how do we solve our logistics problem?"
"You seem to have a solution."
"Our remaining supplies, including what we brought, are only enough for thirty percent of us," the bishop’s voice, cloaked in darkness, continued: "But if there aren’t that many people, sending renegade practitioners could ensure food.”
His words were filled with cold malice and logic.
"I agree," Satan said.
The leader of the Dark Kingdom smiled: "I do too."
"Then let's launch an offensive early," the saint decided calmly, as though he was the master of this joint meeting.
"There are so many organizations. How should we divide the treasures of ancient tribes? I think we should decide now," the bishop said.
"I want ten percent for my tank!"
"I also want ten percent for my oath!"
More than a dozen large organizations each wanted ten percent, and these ancient tribe treasures were not enough to be divided among them all.
"Those who survive in the war can discuss sharing the treasure. You think you will all make it to the end? Underestimate the web of fate at your own peril," the saint concluded this meeting, deciding the fates of those renegade practitioners.
"If we die, there’s nothing more to say. Corpses… are treasures too," the leader of the Dark Kingdom laughed joyfully, as though he had finally achieved his goal.
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