Damn it!
'This player actually has the Spiritual Sentinel ability!'
'How much critical information did that idiot Duke of the Northern Territory manage to leak!? Is he going to follow these clues and expose my identity as one of the Evil God Believers!? And then report it to the other Lord Players in the Gulad Empire!?'
'Dammit!'
'And that bastard, Pride!'
'Didn't he swear up and down that the Divine Chosen Players don't have the strength to attack any Native Powers right now, and that I didn't need to worry about them?'
'But look at this now!'
'That player named Tingfeng has his Divine Chosen Army pressing against the Empire's northern border!'
'He calls *this* having no strength!?'
At that moment, a series of roars exploded in his mind, gnawing at Nesia's sanity like venomous snakes.
Beneath his Steel Mask, Nesia's expression had grown so dark it seemed ready to drip water, and even his breaths were heavy with suppressed fury.
He had already made up his mind.
