A week later.
The setting sun dipped behind the mountains, turning the evening sky to blood-red as the continuous fiery clouds spread out.
The dim sunlight, passing through the floor-to-ceiling windows, covered the legion commander's study, casting a shadow over everything around.
An Su Moningsta, a Fourth-Order Peak warrior, was at this moment reclined in a leather chair, flipping through the documents in his hand.
His mind was preoccupied with how to annihilate the saints outside of town.
With just one more meritorious deed, Angelo would be able to leave this remote little town and be promoted to the front lines;
Therefore, he hadn't paid much attention to the recent happenings in the dry camp. To him, who was on the verge of reaching the level of a saint, the believers were just a number.
If this batch died out, a new one could be replenished at any time.
Besides, he was about to leave.
