A vast and chilling atmosphere of oppression pervaded beneath Galaxy City.
At the same time as the low voice sounded, the five menacing legions of newly-promoted nobles soldiers quickly lined up in formation, drawing swords and bows, readying themselves for the attack on the city.
In every giant square formation, countless soldiers cast a dense shadow, and the cold images formed by rows of sharp blades, magic wands, and longbows were almost suffocating.
In the center of the army, the figure who had uttered the low voice slowly emerged from the shadows.
This was a middle-aged man in his fifties, dressed in an exquisite grey-black magic robe with a Magic Cannon emblem embroidered with gold thread on the chest.
Across the emblem, there was a horizontal gold bar adorned with four gold balls and four silver balls, which undoubtedly proved that he was a Marquis of the royal family.
