Andrew said, "If I take warriors away, wouldn't that hurt their loved ones, hurt all of you, and even hurt the warriors themselves? Wouldn't that be robbing them of something precious? Without a doubt, it would be. I'm painfully aware of that."Tobiah quickly replied, "Please rest assured. Although we lost many warriors in that last battle, you've done us a tremendous favor. We'll still let our warriors leave with you."Othniel added, "That's right, Mr. Lloyd. The Highland Tribe isn't ungrateful. We will repay what you've done for us."Andrew shook his head. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want brave Highland warriors who can fight. But after seeing the Highland Tribe's suffering, my conscience won't let me rest. So I won't take a single Highland warrior with me."These fine men should stay with their wives, children, and parents. They should fight for their loved ones and battle the werewolves to the bitter end, not follow me far from home, never knowing when they'll return." E

Knox grinned. "I don't know if I'm really a man or not. But Andrew is the real deal!"Nyx rolled her eyes. "Don't even try comparing yourself to him. He was fighting on battlefields way back when, and we were still living carefree lives back then."In front of the formation of 5000 warriors, Othniel bowed to the approaching Andrew. "Mr. Lloyd, I'm entrusting you with our 5000 Highland warriors. The Highland Tribe isn't good at expressing emotions, but Chief Wieser, myself, and the other elders have just one hope: that you'll treat them well."Andrew returned the bow solemnly. "I will treat them as my own brothers!"Othniel's eyes reddened, and the iron-willed man quickly turned his head and returned to stand before the 5000 warriors. Andrew would lead the Highland warriors in a lightning raid on Kaelen's werewolf forces, adding even more chaos to the already turbulent Wastelands.Othniel would serve as commander of the 5000 warriors and lead them into battle. Meanwhile, Knox woul

Kass was startled, though not visibly so. He had not expected Arya's hostility and concern toward Andrew to run so deep.Yet in his heart, he could not fully agree. After all, the Battle Angel was too pure. Her understanding of the Dark Clans and dark energy allowed for absolutely no tolerance. She was also someone who hated evil with a passion and acted decisively. The moment she encountered darkness, her instinct was to cleanse it.It was not wrong, but Kass wanted to say they were in the Wastelands and that this was wartime. Sometimes, careful use and compromise were far better than rigid idealism.Nonetheless, he could only keep these thoughts to himself. Within the Cathedral, Mephiston was the absolute leader of Kass' faction. Another faction, led by the Twelve Angels, quietly held ideals different from Mephiston's. In other words, Arya standing before him had positions that differed from his own to some degree.Due to that, Kass neither fully understood nor wished to deeply

The dagger in Nyx's hand left behind a streak of blue light. She was already at a distance when the werewolf behind her, who had been standing upright and roaring, fell silent as his head dropped to the ground.Nyx moved like a blue phantom through the werewolf encampment. Wherever she passed, werewolves dropped instantly, their heads severed before they even realized what had happened.However, killing low-ranking werewolf soldiers meant little to Nyx. Her figure flickered as she reached the first defensive line of the werewolf camp. Her dagger traced arcs of cold blue light, and the werewolves stationed behind that line died without ever knowing how.The Highland warriors crashed through like a storm, breaking the werewolf camp's first defensive line.Hershel fought at the very front. His battle axe flew from his hand, cleaving into a werewolf warrior's skull. Then, he swung both arms in wide arcs, sending two werewolves flying. He rushed forward, yanked his thrown axe back int

With a scornful laugh, Andrew withdrew his gaze. To him, Arya was just a product molded by the Cathedral, or rather, brainwashed by the old Pope. No matter how perfect, she was merely a tool of Lomuia Grand Cathedral.To a certain extent, when it came to evil, Andrew felt that Lomuia Grand Cathedral was not much better than the Dark Clans.If not for fame, profit, and ambition, why would the Cathedral launch an expedition to the Wastelands?All that talk about spreading the Light Lord's faith was complete nonsense. In the end, it was all about satisfying the desires of the Cathedral's upper echelons and the Pope. A cold gleam flashed in Andrew's eyes, and a savage smile crept across his lips. Arya's existence was ultimately a huge threat.Andrew had been restraining himself from going after the Cathedral. On one hand, he did not want to make such a powerful enemy. On the other hand, the Cathedral and he shared similar goals to some degree.Nonetheless, people who once shared the