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The smoke from the gunpowder had not completely dissipated, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and burnt flesh.

The air was thick with the scent of smoke rising from the ruins of the recently captured sixth stronghold.

The grotesque complex of skeletons is still emitting wisps of black smoke from many parts of it.

Against the backdrop of a leaden gray sky and howling snow.

It appeared exceptionally tragic.

However, the atmosphere inside the stronghold was completely different from this dilapidated scene.

Figures in shades of deep blue and dark gray are everywhere.

Sixty thousand Dawnbreakers and the Frostbone Fjord Alliance.

They were now mixed together without any distinction.

They either leaned against the crumbling bone walls, panting, or simply sat down on the ice frozen with clotted green blood.

His face was filled with an expression that was a mixture of barely suppressed excitement and exhaustion.

"Hey, look at this!" A Dawn Warrior proudly showed off a grotesque piece of material that gleamed with a cold, eerie light and resembled the spine of some kind of large demon to a veteran from Coldbone Fjord with frostbite on his face.

"This hardness, this vibration, I'll go back and find a good craftsman to forge a knife, it'll be absolutely powerful!"

The veteran grinned, revealing a missing front tooth.

He carefully pulled out a round ball the size of an infant's fist from his bosom. It was completely red and looked like magma was flowing inside it. "What's your skeleton compared to this? Look at my treasure, the fire sac of a lava giant lizard. Tsk tsk, the true meaning it contains, I feel like my bottleneck has loosened."

"Haha, you're amazing, brother!" Another younger Green Dragon Gang warrior came over, playing with several life beads the size of pigeon eggs, each shimmering with a different kind of light.

"I've been saving up all this way, enough to exchange for all sorts of things to break through my hard skills when I get back. Hehe, Fang Shen's policy is fucking awesome! You can make money while fighting a war."

Similar scenes were playing out at various locations throughout the stronghold.

The soldiers gathered in small groups in sheltered corners, showing off their newly acquired spoils of war.

Alternatively, one can sit directly on the ground and practice exercises to restore the depleted qi and blood.

Beside him lay the life pearl, freshly unearthed and still warm from the life spirit's body.

Some were so exhausted that they simply wrapped themselves in the heavy skin of the captured ghost.

He fell into a deep sleep beside the cold pile of bones.

The snoring was deafening.

Similar scenes played out at various locations within the stronghold.

After capturing the White Bone Fortress, Fang Qingyu announced a new policy.

For each stronghold captured, all participants can take one piece of spoils.

There are only two requirements: no fighting or disputes, and no disruption to marching or combat.

This is something that everyone can get for free.

As for any scrambling or fighting, that didn't happen during the six consecutive resounding victories.

Moreover, they achieved six consecutive resounding victories.

The spoils were piled up like mountains, so there was no need to fight over them.

The joy of this unexpected windfall overshadowed the fatigue from the continuous battles.

This also inadvertently accelerated the fusion of the Dawn and Frostbone Fjord armies.

The soldiers exchanged their spoils and boasted about the battle they had just fought.

Laughter and boisterous chatter echoed through the wind and snow.

Beneath this seemingly relaxed atmosphere...

Inside the temporary command center at the heart of the stronghold.

The atmosphere was completely different.

In the center of the hall, next to a table hastily pieced together with rough bone boards.

Wei Banmeng's brows furrowed slightly on her usually aloof face.

Her slender finger was pointing precisely at the location on the map that had just been marked as the sixth stronghold that had been captured.

Fingertips slowly traced the path they had taken.

"Six strongholds, six royal strongholds."

Her voice was clear and crisp. "They left behind a large number of low- to mid-level ghosts and a small number of mid-level leaders to put up a last-ditch resistance, as expendable pawns. They must have retreated in a unified manner, and had planned to do so before we arrived."

Sitting opposite her was Ji Wuyai, whose white hair was stained gray by the smoke of gunpowder.

His weathered face was also etched with seriousness as he added in a deep voice, "It's not just our route. We've just received simultaneous intelligence feedback from several other main attack routes."

"The situation encountered by General Shi Gandang's unit and General Zhao Haifeng's unit was almost identical. On all routes, the royal ghosts who were supposed to be in command disappeared collectively in a very short time, as if by prior arrangement, leaving only the miscellaneous soldiers in the strongholds to buy time."

Hearing this, everyone's expressions relaxed a bit.

If that's the case, then the royal family's retreat wasn't some conspiracy targeting their route.

Instead, it was the Bone King's Court.

All members of the royal family were summoned back.

Then, Ji Wuyai's gaze fell on Qing Yu, who was seated in the main seat.

"Colonel Fang, people from other routes are calling us now. Don't push things too fast. We'll proceed from here."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

They wanted to ask Fang Qingyu what they should do next.

All eyes were focused on the person in the main seat.

Fang Qingyu stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his combat uniform, covered with star-like crystals, was spotless.

Her starry eyes were lowered at that moment.

He stared at the location of the Bone Kingdom on the map.

Unconsciously, fingertips tapped the edge of the cold bone table.

It made a soft, tapping sound, as if it were pondering something.

A moment later, Fang Qingyu raised his head, the starry river in his eyes slowly flowing, and his calm voice broke the silence:

"Notify all departments."

"First, leave only the most basic sentry posts. Everyone else, rest in place for ten hours. Use this time to recover your strength, treat your injuries, and replenish your energy."

"Second, order all personnel remaining at the rear outposts to leave 200 people at each outpost to be responsible for inventorying supplies, caring for the wounded, and handing over to the Federal logistics forces that arrive later. All other personnel should immediately take the core supplies that have been inventoried and move towards us at full speed."

"Third, finally, only two thousand people will remain at the six strongholds to coordinate all subsequent material handover matters. All other combat-ready forces must regroup here after the ten-hour rest period."

"Four, ten hours later, the entire army will set off, marching at full speed, to eliminate the remaining five strongholds as quickly as possible."

The commands are concise and clear.

Despite eliminating six strongholds, the Dawnbreaker and Coldbone Fjord allied forces were not unscathed.

However, thanks to overwhelming strength and Fang Qingyu's presence, the number of casualties was negligible, countable on one hand.

Most of them are minor injuries that do not affect mobility or internal organ tremors that require a short period of rest.

Ten hours of rest was a significant amount for this iron army, which was mainly composed of second-tier superhumans and whose morale was soaring.

It's enough to restore most of his vitality.

All the elite troops left to guard the rear strongholds were recalled, leaving only a symbolic two thousand men for the handover.

This further demonstrates Fang Qingyu's determination.

Concentrate all forces and strike at the heart of the enemy.

The last five strongholds will be the final obstacles on the way to the gates of the Bone King's Court.

We must sweep it away in one fell swoop with overwhelming force.

"Yes!" The people in the hall responded in unison, their voices resolute and without the slightest hesitation.

The officers of Frostbone Fjord had witnessed the terrifying combat power of the Dawn Army.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu's orders can only be trusted and obeyed.

Fang Qingyu waved his hand.

The crowd immediately filed out and quickly relayed the order.

After a brief period of bustling activity as they selected their spoils, the deep blue and dark gray ocean quickly transitioned into a state of quiet rest.

The soldiers seized every minute and second, either closing their eyes to regulate their breathing and circulate their qi and blood.

Inside the outpost, only the howling wind and snow remained.

And the occasional soft snoring.

Deep in the Arctic.

The Royal Court of Bones.

Inside a building.

The light here seems to be swallowed by darkness.

Only the phosphorescent rocks on the rock face, emitting a pale green glow, provided meager illumination.

A pure form condensed from shadows.

A figure without facial features.

Black Duke was silently walking down a circular stone staircase carved into a huge rock wall.

The stone steps were narrow and steep, without any railings.

Below was an unfathomable darkness.

The sound of the wind here turned into a low, mournful howl.

It spirals upwards from the bottom of the abyss.

Black Knight seemed to blend into the darkness, walking on the edge of the cliff as if it were flat ground.

Time has lost its meaning here.

Downward, downward, endlessly downward.
Until the surrounding rock walls became incredibly distant in the field of vision.

The vastness of the deep, dark space below was beyond imagination.

Black Duke's tiny figure was among them.

Like dust.

at last.

Black Knight stopped descending.

Instead, they arrived at a platform extending from the stone steps.

The platform floats above the boundless darkness.

Below was still an unfathomable void.

Black Duke stepped onto the platform without hesitation, his entire dark body immediately prostrating itself in the most humble posture, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold, bone-like surface.

It seemed to have completely merged with the platform and the darkness.

Its existence is almost imperceptible.

silence.

A deathly silence persisted.

Only the mournful sound of the wind from the abyss.

suddenly
In front of the platform, in the depths of darkness that seemed impenetrable.

Two red lights appeared without warning.

The red light initially appeared as small as a bean, but then rapidly expanded and brightened.

In the end, it transformed into two scarlet suns.

As the two red suns rose, the outline of their owner gradually emerged from the darkness.

It was an unimaginably enormous human figure.
The outline of just one head is ten meters in diameter.

They look almost like real people.

The facial features were vaguely recognizable as human, but they appeared distorted and ferocious due to their enormous size.

Those two red suns are its open eyes!
It was merely a matter of eye contact.

Everyone could feel the oppressive aura emanating from it.

With each breath, a visible, pale white vortex of air was created.

The wind blew across Black Duke's prostrate body.

Why does this enormous underground space require such a massive openwork design?

The answer is self-evident.

It was solely to accommodate this being.

A deep voice instantly resounded throughout the entire underground space:
"What about people?"

His voice carried obvious dissatisfaction and agitation.

"Why is there only so many? I need more people!!"

The sound waves crashed against the platform, and Black Duke's prostrate body trembled slightly.

But he still maintained an absolutely humble attitude:
"Your Majesty, I, your humble servant Black Duke, report to you."

"It's not that our servants are being negligent. The human race has declared war on us, and their armies are tearing at our territory like mad dogs. Our range of movement has been compressed to its limit, and that's because..."

As Black Duke spoke, his voice noticeably faltered.

"Because of the existence of that human who has cultivated the Invincible Technique, our current strength is really too great to contend with him, and it is difficult for us to capture enough sacrifices for you."

Hear this.

Those pupils, as red as the sun, instantly turned cold.

"Black Duke, don't forget."

"You and your family are nothing but lowly watchdogs under our feet."

"You must do whatever I tell you to do!"

"You're not allowed in front of me."

"Make any excuse!!"

"Do you understand?!"

The last three words exploded in the abyss.
Black Duke's body, which was pressed firmly against the ground, suddenly sank downwards.

It felt as if it was being forcibly pressed into the bones.

Its body, composed entirely of shadow, trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

"Yes, great king, your humble servant understands!!"

Black Duke's voice became increasingly respectful.

"Your servant will do it immediately; I will go and find more people for you."

The crimson giant eye coldly looked down at the trembling shadow on the platform.

After a moment, the red light in his eyes subsided slightly.

The terrifying pressure also weakened.

"Get out of here, you piece of trash, don't disappoint me again."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Black Duke spoke with his head down, maintaining his crawling posture, and moved backward little by little.

Only when he reached the edge of the stone steps did he dare to slowly stand up.

Along those seemingly endless circular stone steps.

Walk towards the light above.

When Black Knight reappears at the surface entrance.

An elderly royal, with a hunched back and a face covered in wrinkles like withered tree bark, was already waiting respectfully to the side.

"Lord Black Lord."

The old man bowed deeply, his voice hoarse.

Black Duke's pure black figure did not pause at all.

He walked straight out the door, where the wind and snow were blowing.

His voice returned to its usual indifference as he asked, "How's the progress on the human side?"

The old man immediately followed up, reporting clearly and quickly: "Reporting to you, sir. Apart from the Dawn Legion personally led by Fang Qingyu, which has successively destroyed six of our outer strongholds, the progress on other fronts is still slow. Hong Qitian and those pillars of humanity have not yet shown any trace."

Upon hearing Fang Qingyu's name and hearing his terrifying speed of advancement...

Black Duke's shadowy form seemed to freeze for a moment.

But it made no comment on this, simply continuing forward, saying softly:

"Find a way to make them hurry up."

The old man was taken aback: "What do you mean, sir?"

"Let them push forward even faster."

Black Duke's voice was icy, "Let them launch their final offensive as soon as possible."

"I can't calm them down much anymore." "Yes! Understood!"

The old man solemnly accepted the order.

"I will make arrangements immediately and ensure that they gather at the foot of the royal court more quickly."

Behind the Great Wall.

Bibo City, City Lord's Mansion.

A person wearing faded, patched coarse cloth clothes.

Carrying a tattered blue cloth bundle, he looked exactly like an old country man who had just strolled over from the fields.

He swaggered along the polished corridor of the city lord's mansion, paved with precious cold jade tiles.

The elite guards standing on both sides were solemn and focused, their eyes scanning the surroundings.

But they ignored the old man.

It was as if the old man was completely blind.

The old man seemed to know the place well, humming a nonsensical tune.

I strolled over to an elevator inlaid with ice-blue crystals and casually pressed the button for the lowest level.

The elevator descended silently and rapidly.

As the ladder door opened, the old man stepped out.

The two officials inside the elevator were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other in bewilderment:

"Huh? Who just pressed this button?"

"I don't know, no one came in?"

They looked around the empty elevator car in a daze.

They were completely unaware that an old man had just been in the same room with them.

The old man ignored the confusion of the people behind him and walked straight to a large door at the end of the corridor, made entirely of dark blue metal and without any markings.

Two guards stood at the entrance, their auras almost reaching the peak of the third rank.

The old man didn't even glance at them, as if passing through a curtain of water.

The figure passed through the tightly closed metal door without any hindrance.

Behind the door was not a room, but a spiral staircase carved into hard, icy blue jade.

A chilling cold permeated the air, especially as you descended.

The water-like fluctuations permeating the air became increasingly rich and pure.

At the end of the stairs, the view suddenly opened up.

This is a quiet room that is not very large, but is enveloped in a soft, flowing light of light blue.

In the center of the quiet room was a small, azure pool, no more than ten feet in diameter, yet shrouded in a hazy, cold mist.

The pool water was deep and clear, as if it contained the entire polar ice sea, exuding a refreshing and ethereal aura that penetrated to the bone.

Under the water.

Countless tiny, star-like ice crystals could be vaguely seen slowly rising and falling and rotating.

It reflects a dreamy blue light.

A slender figure was quietly suspended about a foot above the azure, jade-like water.

His whole body was enveloped in a light blue glow.

The radiance was like the smoothest velvet, or flowing liquid sapphire, gently enveloping her figure and making her appear blurred and sacred.

Hong Qitian's figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the quiet room.

He looked at the figure floating in the pool, grinned, revealing a set of fairly even white teeth, and greeted him cheerfully; his voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
"Hey girl! It's almost time, we should get going!"

Upon hearing this, the figure couldn't help but tremble, as if startled.

Then a cold, angry voice rang out.

"Hong Qitian!!"

The radiance instantly contracted inward.

A woman's figure came into view.

She stood barefoot in the void, wearing a long, ice-blue dress that seemed to be woven from flowing aurora, her figure exquisitely graceful.

Her beauty was unparalleled, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and her skin was as white as snow, as if she were carved from ice and jade.

But at this moment, in those eyes as clear as a cold pool.

He was staring intently at the old man at the door.

"Didn't I tell you to announce your arrival through the main gate! Walk in properly!!!"

Hong Qitian was taken aback by the shout, and subconsciously scratched his gray hair, looking innocent and bewildered: "Yes! I came in through the main entrance, and I did it openly and properly."

Looking at Hong Qitian's expression, Luo Qinglian felt a lump in her throat.

She took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving violently, her ice-blue dress billowing even without wind. She gritted her teeth, speaking slowly and deliberately:
"Openly and honestly? Who gave you permission to sneak in like a chicken thief, shielding yourself from everyone's senses?!"

"Oh? This?"

Hong Qitian suddenly realized, then a slightly embarrassed smile appeared on his face as he rubbed his hands and said, "Hehe, what can I do? I'm used to it. I stole a chicken once in the countryside before, and I walked like this back then."

"you!"

Luo Qinglian felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and almost couldn't catch her breath.

Having lived for so many years, ruling Bibo City and commanding great power, she had never been rendered speechless by such a reason.
She took three deep breaths.

He barely managed to suppress the urge to freeze that old bastard into an ice sculpture and then smash it.

She skipped over the topic that had caused her blood pressure to spike.

He stared coldly at Hong Qitian:
"Why leave so early? There's still time until the agreed-upon deadline."

Hong Qitian's playful smile vanished instantly, and he chuckled, "Young people are energetic and are fighting faster than we expected. They've almost kicked open the gates of the Ghost's lair. If we old guys don't hurry up and move, we might not even catch a sip of hot soup."

Upon hearing this, a hint of understanding flashed in Luo Qinglian's cool eyes.

But this was quickly replaced by solemnity.

She remained silent for a moment, then lightly touched the air with her bare feet and slowly landed on the edge of the pool. The flowing icy blue light around her completely subsided, revealing her flawless true appearance.

He walked up to Hong Qitian and said coldly:

"Don't you think the reaction from the Fate Ghost is too abnormal?"

Old Man Hong certainly knew what Luo Qinglian was referring to.

They are nothing more than those vanished royal families.

Hong Qitian's smile remained unchanged, even carrying a hint of indifference. He shrugged and said, "Something's not right? So what? It's just that the Fate Demons can't sit still and want to jump on the bandwagon early. Or maybe those gods who've been drooling outside the door can't wait to squeeze in and get a piece of the pie."

There was no fear in his cloudy eyes.

Instead, there's a kind of detached indifference that comes from seeing through everything.

"Could the situation be any worse than them all flooding in at once? And besides..."

He paused, then said, "Whether they raise the issue or not, we're almost at our breaking point."

Luo Qinglian's stunningly beautiful face couldn't help but show a moment of surprise.

"Where is Qi Tian?"

Hong Qitian nodded, his smile fading slightly.

With a complex mix of emotions a father feels for his son: "Yeah. That kid has come to me to complain for the second time now."

After saying that, Old Man Hong couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

He continued, "Who knows? Those idiot gods might even descend before the ghosts of fate."

Upon hearing this confirmed news, Luo Qinglian remained silent for an even longer time.

She looked at Hong Qitian, at this old man who had carried the fate of the entire human race for decades, and who, though now relieved of his burden, still stood at the forefront of the storm.

Looking at Hong Qitian's relaxed appearance.

I watched for a long time, and then remained silent for a long time as well.

After a long while, the corners of Luo Qinglian's lips also curved upwards.

A soft laugh, like an ice droplet falling onto a jade plate, echoed in the silent room:
"It seems that Fang Qingyu has really given you a lot of confidence."

Hong Qitian chuckled and shook his head vigorously, his eyes shining with an astonishing light: "Otherwise what? I don't believe that when a young man like him, who kills gods like dogs, appears, people in the Federation will still believe in any gods. They might as well believe in Fang Qingyu."

"At least if you worship him, he might actually save your life!"

These words made Luo Qinglian unable to hold back any longer, and she laughed silently.

That smile was like a snow lotus blooming on a glacier, pure and stunning.

With a sense of relief and anticipation.

"Let's go then."

Her smile faded, her voice regained its cool tone, but there was no longer any anger in it.

Instead, it carries a subtle, almost imperceptible lightness.

No longer looking at Hong Qitian, she lightly touched the ground with her bare feet and walked towards the only exit of the quiet room.

"To be honest, I've never seen him in person."

A cool, clear voice drifted over, carrying a hint of curiosity.

Hong Qitian was taken aback upon hearing this, and his expression couldn't help but froze.

He immediately took a step and followed, saying hesitantly:

"Uh, girl, it's not that I'm talking nonsense."

"Look at us, right? The age gap between us and that young upstart is a bit... well, a huge one. When we meet, there's the matter of seniority and such."

"Hong Qitian!"

A furious shout was accompanied by a burst of icy blue energy that nearly froze Old Man Hong's beard.

It suddenly crashed down from above the steps.

"Shut up, right now!"

Deep in the Arctic ice sheet.

The outskirts of the sixth stronghold.

The wind and snow continued to rage, and visibility was extremely low.

Several Dawn Warriors, standing guard at the entrance of the outpost, stood like statues in the wind and snow, their vigilant gazes piercing through the snow curtain and sweeping across the gray-white wasteland.

Suddenly, one of the soldiers' eyes narrowed.

He hissed, "Be on alert! There's movement!"

Amidst the swirling snow, a team was seen struggling to move towards the stronghold.

The team's composition is quite unusual.

There were about twenty soldiers in uniform on the perimeter.

The dozen or so people they were protecting in the middle were wearing all sorts of thick, warm winter clothes.

Carrying a bulging, tightly wrapped backpack, and carefully holding various camera equipment in his hands.

Envelop it with your inner energy.

The Dawn Warriors guarding the gate immediately stepped forward to block their path, their voices stern: "Halt! This is a military restricted area. Who are you? Why are you here?!"

The line stopped.

A middle-aged man in the middle, who looked like the team leader, quickly took off his thick cold-proof mask.

His face was red from the cold.

He strode forward, pulled out an identification document bearing the official seal of the Federal Arctic Great Wall Command from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Hello comrade, we are the special frontline documentary reporting team of the Federal Arctic Theater Information Office. I am Chen Tao, the team leader. These are our credentials and assignment order."

He pointed to the reporters behind him carrying equipment, "We are here on orders to follow you closely and record your unit's upcoming operations."

"This was specially approved by the Supreme Command and General Hong Qitian."

The guards carefully checked the identification.

Confirmed.

But his face remained serious and businesslike: "Wait a moment, I need to consult with my superiors."

He immediately reported this to his superiors.

Soon, the order came back, allowing him to pass.

"Roger!" the soldier replied, stepping aside to make way.

"Please enter, maintain formation, follow the guide closely, and do not move around or disturb the resting soldiers."

"Understood! Thank you, comrade!"

Team leader Chen Tao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly called the reporters behind him to follow.

Hua Jing and A Lin, wrapped in thick winter coats, followed closely behind the group.

Two pairs of young eyes were filled with an irrepressible curiosity.

This is what they did after becoming war correspondents.

This was the first time I had truly set foot on a frontline stronghold that had just experienced a bloody battle.

Upon entering the stronghold, the pungent, suffocating smell of blood and gunpowder hit you.

Even with a face mask, it cannot be completely blocked.

The sight before them made all the reporters gasp in shock.

Everywhere you look, there is a mess.

Frozen, filthy green blood stained large swathes of ice like spilled ink, mixed with broken bone armor, severed claws, and indescribable chunks of flesh.

The grotesque and terrifying corpses of the dead were scattered everywhere, some half-buried by the wind and snow.

Some remained in a contorted posture, struggling as if on the verge of death.

Even more unsettling was the location at the edge of the open area of ​​the stronghold.

Several small hills, each over ten meters high, were formed from the corpses of the dead.

Like a terrifying mound of corpses, it testifies to the fierce battle that recently took place here.

The cold wind swept across the pile of corpses, making a strange, wailing sound.

"God..."

Arlene covered her mouth, her face turning pale.

But the camera in his hand had already instinctively been pointed at the horrifying pile of corpses.

Hua Jing's heart was pounding. She forced herself to calm down, raised the camera hanging around her neck, and pressed the shutter with trembling fingers.

Click!

The grotesque corpses piled up like mountains in the pale snowstorm were frozen in time.

This is the real battlefield!

It was far more impactful than the cold words and blurry images in the reports from the rear.

They followed the guide carefully along the main road of the base.

Soldiers could be seen resting everywhere along the roadside.

Some of them leaned against the cold bone wall or curled up in a sheltered corner, enveloping their bodies with their own vital energy, and fell asleep with their eyes closed in the snow and ice, emitting soft snores.

Some silently wiped their blood-stained weapons or ate small bites of food.

Everyone looked a little tired.

But everyone's eyes were bright.

Dark blue and dark gray military uniforms were mixed together, indistinguishable from one another.

The cameras in the reporters' hands flashed continuously, recording these real, unadorned postwar moments.

A weary sleeping face, a blood-stained blade, a canteen silently passed between comrades.
Every detail is precious.

The team was eventually guided to a relatively open area with good visibility near the core command area.

Team leader Chen Tao quietly told the reporters to wait there for the time being.

Do not wander off; wait for further instructions.

Just then, the door to the command center ahead creaked open from the inside.

Chu Kuanglan strode out from the front.

As soon as he stepped out the door, he habitually glanced around at the resting troops and the newly added sentry posts.

My gaze swept over the group of reporters.

I didn't pay attention at first.

However, when his gaze inadvertently swept over a petite figure in the group of reporters, wrapped in a thick white winter coat and looking down to check a camera lens...
I instinctively gasped in surprise.

"daughter in law?"

"What are you doing here?!"

(End of this chapter)