"If we can break Zhang Beixing's Dragon Race arrangement, there might still be a sliver of hope..."
With that, he suddenly raised his head and looked out the window.
The sunset was like blood, burning half the sky red.
It shrouded the entire Holy See in a strange crimson glow.
An ominous premonition rose unbidden.
"Knock knock knock..."
Just then, a rapid knocking on the door cut off the priest's contemplation.
"Lord Owen, urgent military intelligence!"
A panicked voice came from outside the door.
"Come in."
Owen replied faintly and rose to greet the newcomer.
He saw a flustered attendant rush into the room.
Kneeling to the floor, he reported tremblingly:
"My lord, a letter from the Demon Race, saying they have already assembled a great Military Force and are preparing to invade the Dark Empire!"
At these words, Owen's face changed on the spot.
Though he had anticipated it, he hadn't thought it would come so fast.
