Lee Gong-Myung was waiting at a canyon 10 kilometres away from the west gate of the Bittermoon territory.

“Immense confidence and terrifying martial prowess with power to match up with that confidence. Looking at this man… he reminds me of a tyrant.”

Standing in front of an altar, Lee Gong-Myung looked eastward. As if someone had set it on fire, the Bittermoon territory was drowning in a sea of flames.

“However…”

Lee Gong-Myung grabbed his epic item, the White Rain Fan.

“I cannot let you rampage on for so long. For the sake of my lord… I will have to get rid of you.”

The reason that Lee Gong-Myung had even come to offer an alliance to Baruk Al-Yusuf was in order to put pressure on Kang Chul-In. Now that he had a chance to get rid of him, he didn't want to miss it.

“Strategist Lee.”

While he was thinking, an Anatolian commander called upon him.

“The altars are set up now.”

“And everything else?”

“They’re also finished.”

“Good.”

Lee Gong-Myung nodded, and then looked up towards...