Emerging from the Blood Moon Land with the newfound rule-level power, Lynch hesitated no longer. He immediately used Soul Link to issue a clear and frigid final directive to Fred, the councilman of the Scarlet Flame Council, far in the Jade Land:

Full-scale assault.

From this moment onwards, the war officially began.

...

Jade Land, headquarters of the Light Church, Holy Light Cathedral.

Within the solemn and majestic cathedral, the dome soared high, and the stained glass filtered sunlight into colorful and sacred beams, which quietly poured onto the pristine floor.

The Holy Daughter Julia was kneeling before the gigantic Statue of Light Goddess, hands folded on her chest, conducting her daily prayers. Her immaculate face appeared incomparably devout and serene in the reflection of the Holy Light, as if entirely isolated from the mundane disputes.

Yet this serenity was soon shattered by heavy and hurried footsteps.

"Tap—tap—tap—"

The footsteps echoed clearly within the vacant cathedral. Soon, a tall man clad in bright silver heavy armor, with a blazing sun emblem engraved on his chest and a crimson cloak, strode in. He was none other than Roland, the highest military leader responsible for commanding all Holy Temple Knights and Battle Priests of the Light Church—

the Grand Commander of the Holy Temple Knight Order, Roland.

Julia seemed to have sensed something, her long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes gently quivered, and she slowly opened her eyes. She did not turn, but she already knew who had arrived and the message he brought. She gracefully and calmly stood up, the pure white fabric of her sacrificial robe gliding over the floor like water, turning to face Roland, who was kneeling on one knee.

Roland clenched his right hand, heavily pounding it against the armor on his left chest, producing a dull sound, and he bowed his head in a deep voice, saying: "Your Holiness, the highest secret order of the Scarlet Flame Council has arrived. The master... has issued the final assault directive."

He raised his head, his resolute face full of determined killing intent, declaring each word firmly:

"War has begun."

On Julia's face, the pity and serenity belonging to the Saintess peeled away like a mask, a cold and sharp smile emerged at the corners of her lips like a blade cutting through the ice layer. Contained within that smile, was a long-suppressed ambition and an almost cruel anticipation.

As a "muggle" who emerged from the Ancient Ruins, a world stressing bloodlines and strict hierarchy, she had personally experienced the taste of being at the bottom, devoid of any hope. Certainly, she had countless times imagined returning to that land, especially with her current exalted position, as the Saintess of the Light Church, the executor of Lynch's will!

Making those former nobles from the wizard families, who looked down on "muggles" like her, tremble as they prostrated before her, a "muggle" they once scorned!

Just imagining such a scene made her slightly tremble with excitement, an indescribable pleasure surged from the depths of her soul.

Without any hesitation, her cool voice echoed firmly in the cathedral, carrying indisputable decisiveness:

"In that case, there is nothing more to say."

"Notify His Holiness the Pope, request him to immediately issue the 'Holy Expedition' mobilization order at the church's highest standard!"

"Tell all believers, the time to fight for the master has arrived!"

...

Lynch's will, like a massive rock thrown into a tranquil lake, spread ripples across the entire Jade Land within a very short time, fully awakening this enormous and efficient war machine. All forces, regardless of background and faith, began operating with unprecedented speed and intensity.

Adventurer Guild, headquarters hall.

The once noisy hall filled with task exchanges, haggling, and boasting of adventure experiences, was now replaced by an atmosphere of solemnity and excitement. Up on the central, large magic water curtain, the originally scrolling tasks related to exploration, collection, and hunting were completely cleared, replaced by lines of bold and crimson text, constantly refreshing:

[Urgent War Recruitment: Expeditionary Force "Pioneer" Corps!]

[Requirements: professionals of Third Tier and above, proficient in combat or auxiliary skills.]

[Benefits: Double merit point settlement, priority distribution of war prizes, land and title rewards post-war!]

At the counter, adventurers geared in all sorts of equipment crowded eagerly, their eyes shimmering with the thirst for wealth and fame. Guild staff shouted themselves hoarse, calling numbers for rapid registration and gear distribution.

Standard armor, sharpened weapons, and various combat magic potions marked "Jade Tower Made" were being continuously transported from the warehouse, distributed to selected elite adventurers. The air was thick with the scent of steel, leather, and the excited perspiration.

Orendale Empire, Central Military Department.

Inside the cold Obsidian Building, the light of communication crystals flickered at an unprecedented frequency, precisely conveying orders bearing the Emperor's Seal and the Scarlet Flame Council emblem to the vast military nerve endpoints of the Empire. Generals at all levels were quickly deploying strategies amidst sand tables and maps, with voices of the staff urgent and clear:

"First and Third 'Steel Thorns' Legion, advance to the eastern assembly area according to the planned scheme!"

"Royal Mage Army, check all battle mechanisms, ensure energy cores at full capacity!"

"Logistics Department! Supply convoy must pass through Canyon No.3 before nightfall, delays will be dealt by military law!"

In the vast drill ground of the military camp, flags fluttered, armor shone bright. Soldiers conducted final pre-battle inspections and equipment adjustments in hundred-unit formations.

The heavy footsteps, command shouts, and the humming of magical apparatus, intertwined into a prelude of a steel torrent about to set forth. The war machine of the Empire, with its inherent, cold and precise efficiency, began its relentless advance.

Light Church, various dioceses.

Solemn bells simultaneously chimed from the spires of all churches, their long and grand sound reverberating across urban and rural areas. Wearing a robe of white and gold, the Pope on the balcony of the Holy Light Cathedral, announced the 'Holy Expedition' mobilization decree to the multitude of gathered believers and combat personnel in the square below. His voice, amplified by divine arts, carried an incontestable zeal:

"Believers! Heretics defiling the glory of the True God lurk in the ancient ruins land!"

"Now, the great Lord has bestowed the divine oracle! The moment for holy war has arrived!"

"Raise your weapons, gather your light power! Clear the mists for the master, reclaim world order! In this battle, Light shall prevail!"

Below, Holy Temple Knights beat their shields, emitting thunderous booms; Battle Priests raised their magic wands, chanting prayers granting courage and strength; countless fervent believers' eyes burned with the fire of faith, loudly proclaiming the sacred name. The church's armament, dominated by white and gold tones, surged forth like ignited Holy Fire towards the designated location.

Jade Land, this war beast meticulously crafted by Lynch, integrating multiple forms of power, had fully bared its fangs, its gaze fixed on the ancient battlefield called the Land of Ancient Ruins. The gears of war, once set in motion, have no path for return.

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