The Augusta Patriarch was frowning. He stood there on the balcony, actually turning to stare into the distant Godsgaol Sea. He was silent.
“Patriarch.” Montelo said hurriedly. But the Augusta Patriarch didn’t agree. Montelo knew…that the Patriarch would definitely consider things carefully, and so he no longer rushed him. In his heart though, he felt frantic. “Given the Patriarch’s temper, it’s quite possible that the Patriarch won’t get involved in this matter. If that’s the case, who can I ask to kill the Godeater Rat and the other one?”
“No. I have to kill those two.” Montelo continuously pondered what he should do.
Although Montelo was an important member of the Augusta clan, he didn’t have any important relationships with Highgod Paragons.
It was very difficult to gain revenge after being killed in the Planar Battlefield. After all, commanders capable of killing other commanders in the Planar Battlefield were all powerful. Only Paragons would be completely certain of success in killing them.
There were only a few Highgod Paragons, and they were scattered across the planes. Some Highgod Paragons lay hidden within material planes, while others lived in seclusion in other places. To invite a Paragon was a very difficult task.
Not everyone was like the elven expert, ‘Occluar’, who had a Paragon in his debt.
Forget about Montelo; even the Augusta Patriarch, the Patriarch of the number one clan, was not completely certain he would be able to invite a Paragon.
“Describe the power of Reisgem’s squad in detail.” The Augusta Patriarch continued to stare towards the Godsgaol Sea as he spoke calmly.
“Yes.”
Montelo was overjoyed. He hurriedly said, “Their squad has four people. Reisgem, an expert close to Reihom in power, a youth of the Azure Dragon clan, and that Godeater Rat! Of the four of them, Reisgem is the strongest. But of course, the Godeater Rat is terrifying as well. That innate divine ability is too formidable.”
“Oh…” The Augusta Patriarch suddenly turned, staring at him with awl-like eyes. “That expert close to Oman in power; there’s nothing special about him?”
“Oman is enough to deal with him.” Montelo said with certainty.
If Oman were to fight Reihom, indeed, as Oman had a Sovereign weapon, he was a counter to Reihom…although the fight would be a tough one, Oman would still be able to kill Reihom.
“To kill that Azure Dragon youth and that Godeater Rat will not be easy.” The Augusta Patriarch shook his head slightly. Actually, he was rather hesitant on whether or not to send out any forces. In truth, Lowe and Chauswey didn’t belong to the Augusta clan. Although they died, the clan’s power hadn’t been impacted much.
If a Sovereign’s Emissary was lost, the Sovereign could accept another one.
Montelo was frantic. He hurriedly said, “If they just killed me, that’s one thing. But this time, they killed four of our people. And, Patriarch, you know what Reisgem is like. He’s the sort that loves to cause trouble. He’s had problems with our clan for a long time now. Now that he’s gained a victory, he’ll definitely go bragging to everyone about it. If our clan doesn’t react at all, then…”
The Augusta Patriarch frowned, that fiery dot in his forehead seeming to emit a flaming light.
The Augusta Patriarch immediately gave the order. “Montelo, go ask Oman to come. At the same time, please ask someone to invite Chegwin [Qie’ge’wen] as well.”
Although Oman’s most powerful divine clone was in the Planar Battlefield, he still had a clone that remained within the clan. As for ‘Chegwin’, he also lived in the Godsgaol Sea. He was also an Emissary of the Chief Sovereign of Light, and was fairly close to the Augusta clan.
“Yes.” Montelo couldn’t help but feel overjoyed.
“It seems there is hope.” Montelo was incomparably excited. Although he didn’t know what arrangements the Patriarch would make, since he already had inquired about Reisgem’s squad’s strength, Montelo believed that the Patriarch would send out a squad that would definitely be successful.
Not attacking was one thing, but if they were to attack, they must be successful.
The Planar Battlefield was as desolate as ever.
“Whoooosh.” The wind howled, and sand flew everywhere. The cold wind blew, and two figures were walking shoulder-to-shoulder within it. At a closer distance, it could be seen that one was a short silver-haired, golden robed, hard-faced man. This was the single survivor of the earlier battle, Oman.
Next to Oman was a tall, skinny man in a green robe. There was a closed third eye in his forehead. This person was Chegwin.
“The Patriarch really dotes on Montelo. He actually intends to get revenge for this matter.” Oman snickered. “And he even invited the two of us to work together.”
Chegwin let out a calm laugh which seemed quite eerie. “Oman, the Patriarch is the most beloved son of the Chief Sovereign. The Patriarch personally asked me to come; how could I not give him face? But Oman…for Reisgem’s group of four to slaughter you to such a degree means they definitely are quite strong.”
“I told you, the only one hard to deal with is that Godeater Rat.” Oman said self-deprecatingly.
If the results of that battle were to be spread out, it would affect Oman’s reputation as well.
“But this time, we are completely certain of victory.” Oman smiled.
“Not necessarily, unless that person agrees.” Chegwin shook his head. “He won’t necessarily agree.”
“If he doesn’t agree, then just the two of us alone will find it rather hard.” Oman looked towards the front.
While chatting, the two of them had already arrived at a military camp. The guards of the camp immediately stared at them vigilantly. Generally speaking, only supreme experts would dare to roam the Planar Battlefield like this. Oman immediately said, “Go report to your commander. Say that I, Oman, have come to pay my respects to him.”
“Milords, please wait a moment.” One of the soldiers bowed slightly, then retreated inside to report.
Moments later…