The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

However, just as he was about to make a decision, urgent footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the great hall, and a bloodied messenger rushed in, breathlessly falling to his knees, trembling as he shouted:

"Your Holy Majesty, something terrible has happened! The delegation you sent to the Central Desert... was intercepted and killed by the Sand Ridge Tribe!"

At these words, Zel's pupils contracted sharply, and he tightened his grip on the Dragon Bone Staff in his hand. The Holy Blood Warriors standing on one side of the great hall widened their eyes, their hands unconsciously resting on the Obsidian Short Swords at their waists.

The entire hall fell into silence, not a sound could be heard, as if a needle's drop would echo...

It wasn't until the voice from the Golden Throne broke this heavy silence.

"The Sand Ridge Tribe..."

Iz's voice was cold, accompanied by the grinding sound of his teeth.

He stared fixedly at the messenger kneeling on the ground, as if squeezing the words from between his teeth.

"Are you certain?"

The messenger did not dare to lift his head, his forehead pressed firmly against the ground, recounting in a trembling voice.

"I am certain... Your Majesty! I could not be mistaken, they were the 'Quicksand Assassins' of the Sand Ridge Tribe! They ambushed us in the canyon, nearly wiping out the entire delegation... including Trakel, many young warriors fell under their blades! These shameless traitors have clearly allied with outsiders; otherwise, they would not be so bold!"

At this point, his voice carried a tone of deep anguish.

"Your Majesty! Even in his death throes, Trakel did not forget the mission you entrusted to him, attempting to persuade the Sand Ridge Tribe to return to the right path, but they shamelessly humiliated him and even severed his head... You must avenge him!"

Bang——!

Iz suddenly clenched his fist and struck the armrest of the Golden Throne, a surge of violent aura erupted within the great hall.

His eyes seemed to burn with golden flames, filled with murderous intent.

"These despicable barbarians dare to openly betray the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom! Betray the ancient pact!" he said in a deep and authoritative voice, unable to suppress his anger, "Very well... Since they choose death, I will grant it to them!"

Iz's gaze sharply turned toward a warrior kneeling on one knee below the hall.

He was a Holy Blood Warrior clad in Obsidian Heavy Armor, his entire body covered by the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's highest-grade Obsidian Engraved Battle Armor, his figure mighty, his presence imposing as a deep abyss!

"Bakar!"

"Here, Your Highness." The Holy Blood Warrior Bakar knelt with one knee, his voice as steady as a mountain.

"I order you to lead a hundred thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers, to crush the Sand Ridge Tribe, bring back their hearts," Iz's voice was icy and commanding, with irrefutable authority, "I will use their blood to consecrate the temple of the Dragon God, I will let every tribe on the Gana Continent, who relies on the Dragon God's majesty to live peacefully, know! They may keep their faith, but the outcome of betraying the Dragon God is but one - destruction!"

"As you command!" Bakar struck his chest armor with a powerful blow, the sound of metal colliding echoed in the great hall, chilling the heart.

Feeling the towering battle intent assembling in the great hall, High Priest Zel, though sensing unease in his heart, ultimately said nothing, only faintly sighed.

Stabilizing within must come before reigning outside.

Especially with the Sand Ridge Tribe located in the Central Gana Continent, right within the heartland of the Holy Armor Dragon Empire. If this group allied with their enemies, the threat would be deadly.

Moreover—

The surrounding tribes were all watching them.

If they swallowed this indignity, the majesty of the Dragon God would no longer intimidate those opportunists.

Before dealing with the enemies from the sea, they must first erase the traitors from this land...

With the order from the Holy King, the war machine of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom geared up once more, preparing for a bloody campaign against the Sand Ridge Tribe.

Particularly upon hearing the news of Trakel's death, the Lizardmen of Assam City were incensed, eager to rush into the depths of the Central Desert, to slaughter the Sand Ridge Clan hidden in the dunes, along with their scorpions and snakes!

But, coincidentally, just as the Lizardmen of Assam City were united in aggression, two bewildered Lizardmen of the Guardian Clan wandered to the outskirts of this stormy Lake City.

Gazing up at the towering Assam City, [Sacrificial Teammate] and [Boundless Magic] were full of awe and shock on their faces.

This modeling!

This lighting!

This art-saturated special effect!

It's simply awesome, isn't it?!

The enormous city was like a stepped temple, surrounding the pyramid at the center. The city gates were guarded by two colossal Giant Dragon statues, their lifelike textures seemed alive. Fully armed guards stood on either side of the gate, clad in resilient Vine Armor, armed with Obsidian Spears, their presence formidable, monitoring the comings and goings of the Armored Dragon Clan.

No kidding, while the script for "Catastrophe OL" might not be great, the art team is absolutely top-notch. Clearly, it's just a bunch of cold data and textures, yet it resembles a real world, each brick exuding rich historical aura... This is too cool!

[Sacrificial Teammate] quietly praised for two seconds in his heart, propping his claws on his knees, he said.

"Geez... Seeing it right in front, it took a whole day to get here, it nearly killed me."

[Boundless Magic] rolled his eyes.

"Alright, stop pretending, get up already!"

While the game is realistic, it's not so realistic as to replicate muscle soreness one-to-one; although the three days of continuous traveling were certainly exhausting, it was only slightly uncomfortable for them, not enough to render them unable to move.