James gestured, summoning a projection before the assembled group.

The Marauder Warriors emerged, draped in dark crimson armor, each meticulously arranged in a formation.

Banners soared high, announcing their presence with a silent proclamation.

Their aura emanated formidable military prowess, casting a shadow upon all who beheld them.

Dorvus and the gods of the Four Seasons stood in the forefront of the imposing army, their presence commanding respect.

Witnessing this spectacle, Mantian furrowed his brow and asked, “ That’s Xanthakos’ Marauder Army.

Are they plotting an assault on the Wyrmscale Source?” James folded his hand behind his back and answered, “No.

They answer to my command now.” At his declaration, a collective gasp swept through the divine assembly.

and asked, “Did...did you submit to Xanthakos?” James stared at her and questioned, “Submit? What do you

underling! How could he have submitted to him?” Taichu asked, puzzled, “Then, are you working with him? Xanthakos is a notoriously cunning—”

commanded, “Mobilize Wyrmscale Source’s forces and

of you will be the commander

powerhouses that are at the Spiritual Sage and

be considered.” The Spiritual Saints

“The rules of the past do

Xanthakos or

are allowed to voice your concerns

welcome debate and

not punish anyone even if it results in fierce arguments or fighting.” The

said, “Since you've allowed it, I will give you my honest opinion.” James responded, “Go on.” Seraphine said, “The

high of a requirement.” The Mountain Saint, Kronos, chimed in,

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