"Yes, Commander!" White Tiger responded loudly, drawing his battle blade from his side.
"Commander Gardner, please reconsider!" the deputy commander of Orson Harding hurriedly approached.
"Sir, Captain Harding is a member of the Harding clan, one of the noble families in the capital city. If we execute him, I fear..."
"Are you telling me that a nobleman from a clan cannot be executed?" Billy cut him off.
"Commander Gardner, you're abusing your authority!" Orson Harding shouted.
"Furthermore, I am not your subordinate. Even if I make a mistake, it should be decided by the War Department. You have no right to execute me!"
"You're a fool!" White Tiger said in a deep voice, flicking his wrist, and the battle blade came down.
"No..." Orson Harding's voice trailed off, and his lifeless body fell to the ground.
Before the words were even spoken, a head soared into the sky, blood spraying everywhere. In mid-air, the decapitated face wore an expression of unwillingness.
As one of the most outstanding descendants of the Harding clan, his life had just begun, and he had a promising future ahead. According to the clan's arrangements for him, as long as he earned merits in Place of Darkness, he would be promoted and titled upon returning to the capital city, at least to the position of Deputy Commander of a region. He had confidence that with his abilities and the clan's resources, he could reach the position of a region governor within a few years. He had even dreamed of one day overseeing the entire War Department of Glavale. That was why he had been unwilling to retreat upon receiving White Tiger's message. He had taken a gamble – if he could kill thousands from Sanctum of Darkness, it would be a great achievement.
But now, everything was gone, including his own life. He was truly unwilling!
"Nicely done!" The crowd cheered loudly, all looking relieved.
"I have something to announce." Billy said, raising his hand to quiet the crowd.
"Starting today, all of Glavale's forces in Place of Darkness will be under the unified command of Rakshasa Hall! All of you have two options. First, apply to return to the War Department, second, stay in Place of Darkness."
Silence descended. The news was sudden and needed time to sink in for most people, especially the leaders of several factions who represented not only themselves but also their respective factions.
"I'm willing to stay!" After a few minutes of silence, a man's voice broke the quiet.
"I am too!"
"Count me in!"
"Me too!"
"..."
Once one person spoke up, others followed. Before long, except for the three faction leaders, everyone else expressed their desire to stay.
"Very well!" Billy raised his hand again. "Since you are willing to stay, from today onward, all actions will be under White Tiger's command. Any violations will be dealt with by military law!"
"Yes, Commander!" Thousands of voices resounded, deafeningly loud.
"Commander Gardner, we..." The three faction leaders stepped forward.
"I've already talked to General Wilson. You should contact him directly to arrange your positions when you return to the capital city." Billy interrupted them. He understood their situation and had no intention of making things difficult for them.
Meanwhile, at the Sanctum of Darkness headquarters.
In a meeting room, a group of men and women sat in silence, their faces showing signs of anxiety behind their masks. Soon, a man in a black robe entered, exuding a terrifying aura that caused the room's temperature to drop several degrees. This man was none other than the master of Sanctum of Darkness, known as the Reaper!
"Can someone tell me what's going on?" Sitting in the head seat, the Reaper's voice was ice-cold as he scanned the room, his gaze filled with displeasure. "Four or five thousand people, and not a single one left alive. Is this the result you guaranteed to me?"
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