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"Alright, Grand Duke, I believe you have made your choice. However, there is one more thing you should know. The punishment I just inflicted on you has not been completely lifted. If you do not receive my suppression every year, it will immediately flare up. It is a force independent of martial aura, magic, and divine arts. If you think you can find someone else to remove it, feel free to try. I won't mind. But I demand that you open your entire duchy to me within three days. If you defy my orders and secretly plot something, don't blame me for being ruthless." I patted Duke Langton on the shoulder and walked out of the ducal mansion with pride. I called out to the White Dragon Winter Night, leaped onto its back, and soared into the sky.

Inner strength is not omnipotent, and the *Ten Evil Spirit Fatalities* certainly cannot have an indefinite effect. Except for special poisons, it is said that only the unique *Mark of Life and Death* of an ancient master had such a capability. Moreover, my skill in this technique is still new, so how could I manipulate it freely? However, the last pat I gave the duke was executed with the *Heart-Destroying Palm*. From now on, the duke will inevitably suffer from constant body aches, internal convulsions, and paranoia. Someone as afraid of death as he is will undoubtedly be controlled by me. Of course, I don't believe that this single technique will make the entire country submit. What truly subdues enemies is one's own strength.

A month ago, the large-scale southern campaign known as the *Project War God* had already begun. First, the Lion Tribe fleet, under the cover of the North Sea Fleet, bypassed the Anova Cape, the closest point to the Viking Empire from the Orc Alliance, and successfully landed in Normandy. They occupied three strongholds of the Viking Empire, establishing a bridgehead for the invasion of the human world, allowing subsequent forces to continuously land on Viking soil. Then, twenty days ago, a force of 200,000 elite orc troops rushed out of the War God Corridor and broke through the humans' *Ironblood Fortress* in just ten days. Using it as a base, they advanced southward comprehensively. However, the humans had already known about the true capabilities of this famed "fortress." As long as the orcs did not attack, it was impregnable, but once they did, it was hard to defend against them. Therefore, the cities built behind the *Ironblood Fortress* were quite sturdy. Although they could not withstand the orc onslaught, they could delay the orcs long enough for the human armies to gather. Additionally, after the northern war defeat, the Temple also roughly knew the orcs' attack date. Despite numerous internal issues causing delays and disputes, they still mobilized a significant number of troops to strengthen defenses. As a result, until now, the Orc Alliance's army has only captured four cities and has not yet entered the true Golden Plains.

As the third echelon of the orc operational plan, my forces in Fontainebleau also began operations a few days ago. As a supplement to the two main battlefields, my strategic task is merely to contain the army of the Holy Os Empire. However, I have no intention of stopping after merely completing the mission.

Currently, besides the Fontainebleau army, I also have 80,000 troops allocated by the alliance, including 30,000 mixed wolf knights from the Red, Grey, and Black tribes, 40,000 yak infantry, and 10,000 logistics soldiers from vassal races. Of course, the 7,000 wolf knights provided by the Snow Wolf Chief have been incorporated into the Fontainebleau army as my retainers. After several months of training, although they have not yet reached the standard of my original Snow Wolf Guards, they can at least keep up with the pace of battle.

The first target of the campaign from Fontainebleau is the Duchy of Langton upstream of the Red River region. A few years ago, Catherine began infiltrating this duchy to secure a reliable base. Due to extensive commercial exchanges, many orcs have been able to freely enter and leave this country, and the public's resistance to orcs is not high. With the strong troops of Fontainebleau, numerous orcs, dragons above, and Behemoth below, as long as the leader, Westlin, is willing to submit, controlling this land will not be very difficult. After all, orcs have ruled humans for thousands of years, a situation different from the historical conflict between the Hu and Han ethnic groups.

The White Dragon Winter Night soared through the sky and quickly flew out of the capital of Langton. Using my inner strength to enhance my vision, I saw, miles away on a plain, a battle between hundreds of people. The larger side, comprising 90% of the combatants, wore white clothes and armor, and their holy light flickered as they fought, clearly the subordinates of the Temple. The smaller side consisted of only thirty or so people, all tall women. They wore crystal armor that protected only a few vital areas, and wielded spears that emitted a cold, blue flame. They overwhelmed the enemy forces, which were ten times their number and far better equipped, with superior coordination. Victory was only a matter of time.

Outside the battlefield, another tall woman, holding a strangely shaped crystal spear, monitored the situation from afar but did not join the fight.

"Very good, Za. The *Shiva Warriors* you trained are quite impressive. But there's no need to test them further today. Finish the battle now." After observing the battle from the back of the dragon, I immediately used mental communication to summon the warrior who had signed a soul contract with me and issued orders. At the same time, I patted the dragon beneath me and said, "Winter Night, you'll have to work hard too."

"Hehe, alright. I've been casting dragon towers recently, and my body is almost melting." Concealing its true dragon identity, the White Dragon shook its massive head slightly and exhaled a thick white beam, the highly condensed ice-cold dragon breath skill known as the *Cryogenic Dragon Blast*. Originally, with its talent and the power left by its mother, Winter Night could only temporarily reach the mid-level of a high-class magical creature for short periods. However, during its time in the Sea of Star Hosts, it recklessly challenged the residual power of a forbidden ice spell. Although it was nearly killed by the chaotic power, it eventually survived and stabilized its strength at the mid-level of class ten. Afterward, it learned many advanced ice magic spells recorded in the *Ice Magic Book*. Its current strength is quite impressive, and the *Cryogenic Dragon Blast* is one of its newly acquired abilities.

The thick white beam directly hit the center of the Temple's formation, exploding with such force that dozens of holy knights were turned into ice shards, causing the Temple's formation to collapse. At the same time, a blue figure dashed into the formation, and the crystal spear in her hand stirred the heavens and earth, coiling like a dragon. Anyone who entered within ten feet of her was slaughtered. In just a short time, hundreds of the Temple's holy knights were killed, and not a single one escaped."