Full Force Attack

The council hall of the Papal Palace was brightly lit, and the long oak table was filled with bishops dressed in red robes.

Exhaustion was carved into everyone's faces. In the flickering candlelight, the lingering shadows deep in their eyes were reflected.

The Pope stood at the head of the table, heavily striking the floor with his scepter, producing a dull thud.

"Gentlemen, I have gathered you all here today for only one matter—Lord Xi Xi has returned, and we are going to declare war on the demons! We will take the initiative to attack, destroy the human farms they have built, and liberate our imprisoned compatriots!"

As soon as his voice fell, the council hall instantly exploded into an uproar.

"Declare war? Pope, are you crazy?!" A gray-haired bishop suddenly stood up, his voice trembling.

"We have organized so many crusades, and our entire armies were wiped out! Now we can barely even hold the barrier of the Holy Mountain, how could we possibly take the initiative to attack the demons?"

"That's right! The human farms are the core strongholds of the demons, and there are so many of them. We are simply no match for them!" another bishop immediately echoed.

"Once we anger the Demon King, we will all die!"

"I object! I absolutely do not agree to this suicidal plan! Hiding inside the barrier means we can at least live for a few more years, but taking the initiative to attack is a dead end!"

Voices of opposition rose one after another, growing increasingly fierce.

The disastrous defeats over the years had long worn away their spirit. The word demons was like a sharp sword hanging over their heads, making even their breathing fraught with fear.

They had absolutely no courage to resist.

"Quiet!" the Pope shouted sternly. "Gentlemen! Look at yourselves right now! You look like a bunch of terrified rats! Have you forgotten how the demons bathed our homeland in blood? Have you forgotten how our compatriots who were captured into the farms are treated like livestock by the demons?!"

"Pope, by hiding like this, we can at least stay alive! As long as we are alive, there is hope!" a shrill voice suddenly rang out.

Bishop Marcus stood up, crossing his arms. "Pope, we know all of what you just said! But so what? We can't beat the demons! Rather than dying for nothing, it's better to live one more day! Furthermore, what makes you think we can win this time?"

He turned his head to look at Ye Chuan standing in the shadows, his eyes full of distrust:

"He did indeed defeat three Demon Lords, but so what? The power of the Demon Lords is bestowed by the Demon King, and new Demon Lords can appear at any time! Not to mention there is an endless demon army! Can he alone defeat thousands upon thousands of demons?"

"He is just a madman who wants to send us to our deaths!"

"Nonsense!" Kalisia immediately stood out, her pink twin-tails swaying in anger.

"Lord Xi Xi is a good person! If it weren't for him, when the Demon Lord broke through the barrier last time, we would have died long ago!"

"What does a child know!" Marcus glared at Kalisia. "You are not worthy of speaking on such an occasion, mere daughter of the Storm Duke!"

Kalisia puffed her cheeks in anger.

"Oh?" Hearing them argue, Ye Chuan was not surprised at all, and slowly walked out from the shadows.

He didn't look at Marcus, but just stood there quietly.

An icy aura instantly permeated the entire council hall, and the originally noisy voices came to an abrupt halt.

All the bishops subconsciously shut their mouths, trembling all over, not even daring to raise their heads.

They would never forget that it was this seemingly ordinary young man who, with a single sword, beheaded three Demon Lords at the foot of the Holy Mountain.

Ye Chuan's gaze finally landed on Marcus, his voice calm and rippleless: "Sit down, and I will pretend you never said those words."

Marcus's body trembled violently, a trace of fear flashing across his face.

But he gritted his teeth and still braced himself to say, "I won't sit! I wasn't wrong! I can't watch everyone go to their deaths! I am doing this for the sake of the entire Holy Church! For the sake of all humanity that is still alive!"

Ye Chuan said lightly, "Dying a slow death while hiding inside the barrier, is this what you call doing it for the sake of humanity? Watching the demons grow stronger day by day, waiting for the Demon King to descend and turn us all into livestock in their farms, is this what you call surviving?"

"Let me tell you, now is our only chance." His voice suddenly raised, carrying an unquestionable coercion.

"Four Demon Lords have been killed by me. As long as I wish it, the Demon Lords are not a problem at all."

"Even so, you can't gamble with everyone's lives!" Marcus shouted loudly. "I will absolutely not let my people go to their deaths! If you want to go, go by yourselves!"

Saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

A few bishops who were on good terms with him also stood up, wanting to leave together.

"I said just now, those who have objections can raise them."

Ye Chuan's voice sounded slowly, "But I didn't say that you could leave alive."

As his voice fell.

"Pfft— Pfft— Pfft—"

A series of muffled sounds rang out.

Marcus and the few bishops who followed him toward the door instantly stiffened.

Their eyes widened, their faces still carrying expressions of horror and disbelief.

The next second, their bodies seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, turning into countless tiny mists of blood and dissipating into the air.

Not even a single drop of blood splattered on the ground, and not a single trace of their souls remained.

The entire council hall fell into a deathly silence.

The remaining bishops slumped in their chairs, trembling all over like sieves, cold sweat soaking through their red robes.

They never imagined that Ye Chuan would actually dare to kill people on the Holy Mountain, and his method of killing was so terrifying. With just a single thought, he made several bishops completely disappear.

Ye Chuan withdrew his gaze and swept over the hall again.

"Who else has an objection?"

No one spoke.

All the bishops desperately shook their heads, burying their heads low, terrified that Ye Chuan would notice them.

"Very well." Ye Chuan nodded. "Since there are no objections, then we will execute according to my plan."

"First, all Holy Knight Orders are to assemble immediately and set out tomorrow morning to eradicate the human farms."

"Second, notify all human factions that are still resisting the demons to gather. Those who defy this order will be killed."

"Third, there is no need to leave troops behind on the Holy Mountain. I will lay down a barrier, and everyone else will march to war with me."

"This time, our goal is only one—to destroy the human farms. If anyone dares to feign compliance or flee from battle, Marcus will be your fate."

"Yes! We will strictly obey Lord Xi Xi's orders!"

All the bishops shouted in unison, their voices carrying unconcealable fear.

If it weren't for his divine sense being shrouded by that strange fog, Ye Chuan would have just summoned his clones and wiped out all those demons himself. It was precisely because his divine sense was blocked that he needed these people to scout the way and provide coordinates.

It didn't matter if they died; anyway, they could just be treated as nourishment for the birth of the Hero.