The atmosphere was heavy with dread.Morgana, who had the shortest temper, immediately wanted to take action, but Yan raised a hand to stop her. Morgana paused for a moment before stepping back without a word.Lady Yan took a slow step forward until she stood only a pace away from Bao.She lowered her gaze, countless thoughts flashing through her mind.Bao slowly raised his head, meeting her eyes without looking away.A sudden chill filled the air.For some reason, Bao felt an indescribable coldness spread throughout his body. He could hardly believe that the frail young lady whose family he had slaughtered now carried such overwhelming dignity, while he was the one kneeling before her in defeat.He sighed inwardly.Life was truly unpredictable.Yan extended a hand toward one of the guards. Understanding her intention immediately, the guard unsheathed a dagger and respectfully placed it in her hand.The moment Bao saw the weapon, he realized what was about to happen.With all the stre

After a long and exhausting day spent securing the Northwest border, the entire Starlight Dynasty buzzed with news of the warlord and his three extraordinary wives. Word spread rapidly of how they had conquered the region and crippled the infamous Commander Bao.Different voices echoed throughout the dynasty as the emperor dispatched elites to reinforce the North Central, the only unconquered territory in the North and its strongest outpost. Reports circulated that the emperor had begun casting an inescapable net, with many major forces stepping forward to end the warlord’s reign once and for all. Battalions of soldiers were assigned to the North Central with strict orders to shoot on sight at any sign of the Legion of Doom.Meanwhile, the slaves and hostages across the North and other parts of the dynasty worried and prayed for the warlord and his wives. They knew that if the current momentum continued, they would finally be liberated.***By sunset, the Northwest border had been ful

Ric smiled when he noticed everyone's attention was fixed on him.Leaning back in his chair, he clasped his fingers together as a faint smile curved the corners of his lips. He knew the five-day countdown was like a ticking time bomb, but he also knew better than to make rash decisions.From his previous life's experience, he understood exactly what guerrilla warfare meant.Guerrilla warfare is a military strategy in which a smaller, weaker force fights a stronger army by avoiding direct confrontations. Instead of seeking victory in one decisive battle, the objective is to gradually wear down the enemy through constant harassment, sabotage, and surprise attacks.In his previous life, Ric had been a master of such warfare. Better yet, he had reinvented many of its principles, refining them into strategies that made them far more effective and easier for his soldiers to execute.The tactics they had been using so far were only a small part of guerrilla warfare, and this world had yet to

Kathleen turned toward Yan, searching her face for reassurance as she tried to understand Ric's decision.All three women knew the plan was dangerous, but it was also the only option. More importantly, Ric was the only one among them with the knowledge and experience to carry it out successfully.Throughout their campaign, he had accomplished miracle after miracle, defying every expectation placed before him. He had become the backbone of everyone who followed him, the Legion of Doom, the starving refugees, the poor, the widows, and every ordinary citizen who dreamed of a better tomorrow.To countless people across the Starlight Dynasty, Ric had become nothing less than a messiah.If anything happened to him, the future would plunge into darkness. Even if his three wives united and led the army together, they knew they could never replace what Ric represented. His mere presence inspired hope. Wherever he stood, morale soared. To the soldiers, he was a banner they would gladly die bene

The moment the order was given, the Legion surged forward with weapons drawn, charging head-on into the enemy ranks under Morgana's command.***Back at the North Central Outpost, a young guard dressed in the standard Starlight Dynasty uniform moved silently through the shadowed corners of the fortress.A sturdy suit of body armor covered his frame, while a military helmet concealed his face, making him indistinguishable from the countless soldiers stationed throughout the outpost.His sharp eyes continuously swept the surroundings as he searched for the place where the hostages and slaves were being held.Keeping close to the outer corridor, he navigated from one patch of darkness to another, his breathing slow and controlled beneath the helmet. The rhythmic clang of boots striking the iron walkways echoed from above as another patrol crossed the upper level. Without hesitation, he flattened himself against the cold stone wall, blending perfectly into the darkness until the sound of