The Empire had always upheld strict military discipline. Fleeing before battle and disobeying orders were not only punishable by death, but their families would also be implicated. That was why most people would rather die on the battlefield than shoulder such a charge. This way, their families would be protected and compensated instead.

The three divine champions had no choice but to execute the orders, regardless of their opinion.

Duke Wenyuan was still in his prime and not willing to die just like that, so he couldn’t help but remind Qianye, “Sire, Nighteye will appear if we drag things out. That was how the previous commander received his injuries and had to be transported back to the Empire for treatment.”

He noticeably stressed the words transported back for treatment, to communicate that the injuries weren’t ordinary.

Qianye only replied calmly, “I’m counting on seeing her.”

Duke Wenyuan stopped speaking when Duke Minghai tugged on his sleeve and shot him a meaningful glance. The young duke was shaken as he recalled Qianye’s past. He retreated thereafter, secretly cursing the Empire for picking this person of all people. The relationship between him and the enemies’...