Once back at the holy land, Qianye summoned all of the elders and asked them about the war situation. Those gathered here right now weren’t only from the Monroe tribe; men from the Byrne and Sperger tribes were also present.

The Attawa were simple and primitive, but they weren’t dumb. They viewed Qianye as the messenger of the gods since he had communicated with the Holy Spirit before. They had also witnessed enough bloody battles to know that Qianye was the only one capable of stopping the black demons. No matter how brave the Attawa were, they could do nothing against the great dark monarchs. At most, they would be able to drag things out a little.

Hence, all the elders were cooperative during the assembly and no unexpected hiccups happened. Qianye slowly...