Chapter 312 - 249: Witch Race Conference, the Mysterious Woman

"Mmm... Delicious, delicious!"

"I never expected to enjoy such tasty food in such a remote place, it’s truly wonderful..."

Feienna, like a child, wore a look of satisfaction on her face.

The officers exchanged strange glances.

At this moment, the middle-aged Witch Race man sitting at the head of the table said sternly, "Priest Feienna, this is a meeting; please be more serious."

Upon hearing this, Feienna glanced at him and then continued to eat on her own.

She seemed to completely ignore him.

The officer, seeing this, his gaze turned cold, seemingly unfazed by Feienna’s status as a Legendary Powerhouse.

He swept a glance at Feienna and let out a cold laugh.

Then he said to the other officers, "The meeting is now starting."

"Before that, I have a few things to say."

"Recently, the frequency of raids by the Shadow Legion has decreased, giving us more time to develop."

"But we cannot be negligent; the more it seems like this, the more vigilant we must remain."

"These Shadow Fangs are extremely cunning, always launching surprise raids on our Witch Race Territory."

"Recently, we must intensify the training of Warriors to be ready for war at any moment!"

After the officer finished speaking, the other Witch Race officers nodded in agreement.

At this point, a Witch Race officer with a slightly sunken nose echoed, "General Korden is absolutely right."

"These Shadow Fangs, in recent years, have been targeting us, the Witch Race, raiding our critical resource areas and populous main cities everywhere."

"A few years ago, they even forced us to tighten our defenses."

"Now the Elf Race’s Holy Tree is destroyed, causing the space in the entire Holy Spirit Realm to become increasingly unstable."

"Unexpectedly, this has given us a breather."

"Now, those Shadow Fangs are wary of the space turbulence in the Witch Race Territory and dare not teleport as recklessly as before."

"And we only need to hold these important areas, and the Shadow Legion will be at a loss against us."

Upon hearing this, the crowd also broke into slight smiles of relief.

However, at this moment, Commander Korden couldn’t bring himself to smile at all.

He asked with a very serious expression, "What... are you all smiling at?"

"Have we, the Witch Race, not learned enough harsh lessons at the hands of the Shadow Legion?"

"Don’t forget the Xian Royal City incident decades ago—didn’t the deaths of tens of billions of our kin get your attention?"

"The Shadow Legion’s strength far exceeds our imagination, even enough to annihilate the entire Witch Race."

"The calmer the enemy appears, the less we can afford to let our guard down!"

"Do you all understand?"

In the face of his questioning.

The Witch Race officers were as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to breathe loudly.

The atmosphere of the meeting became somewhat oppressive.

Yet amidst this oppressive atmosphere.

The crowd suddenly heard a pleasant chuckle.

"Oh my... Commander Korden truly is irritable, isn’t he?"

"Keeping your nerves tense for a long time isn’t good for your health, you know."

Upon hearing this, Commander Korden immediately turned to Feienna.

Although he was not a legend, he seemed completely indifferent to legendary power.

Korden said in a deep voice, "Priest Feienna, I hope you won’t interrupt when I’m speaking."

"Your previous behavior was already the most tolerance I’ve shown you."

"Here, regardless of whether you’re a priest or whatever your identity, everyone must listen to me."

Feienna listened but remained unmoved, twisting her graceful figure on the large chair before shifting to a more comfortable position.

"Mmm... Just make sure your subordinates listen to you."

"But don’t count me in~"

"I have my own way of doing things."

Feienna stretched lazily, inadvertently revealing a patch of smooth skin, causing the officers to stare wide-eyed.

This woman, carrying an innate seductive aura, was simply an amplifier of desire.

However, Korden remained unmoved.

He snorted coldly, "Feienna, what you say doesn’t count."

"Here, I won’t allow a second voice to emerge, especially during wartime."

"Considering your identity as one of the Thirteen Priests, I won’t normally restrict you."

"But during wartime, you must follow my orders to the letter."

"If I order you to charge, you must charge. If I order you to kill, you must kill."

"Whether the enemy is a Dominator or a Legend, even at the risk of your life, you must execute my command!"

He spoke firmly.

As if he hadn’t considered Feienna’s legendary status at all.

In his eyes, he didn’t see Feienna as a woman at all.

But regarded her as a powerful weapon of war.

At this time, even with Feienna’s good temper, she couldn’t help but become angry.

She sprang to her feet, standing barefoot on the chair, and said angrily, "Korden, how dare you speak to this priest that way!"

"Do you really think you can do as you please just because this is the Witch Race Border?"

"Don’t forget, I’m the Thirteen Priest personally appointed by the Lord Saint Master, not someone you can order around at will."

However, upon hearing this, Iker coldly laughed.

"Is that so? But as I recall, you came to the Witch Race Border carrying a crime, seeking to atone with meritorious deeds, didn’t you?"

"A priest who persecuted her kin for the position of Saintess cannot earn my respect."

These words could be said to completely tear apart their facade.

Feienna clenched her fists, exuding killing intent, "Do you... want to die?"

At this moment, a Legendary Level aura burst forth.

The entire council hall was filled with a deathly oppressive presence,

yet Korden remained unfazed.

Despite only having the power of someone at the Peak of Tier Four, Korden’s face did not change under the pressure of Feienna’s presence.

It was as if he had weathered many storms without even a furrowed brow.

Korden scoffed: "Feienna, don’t think you can suppress me with your legendary presence."

"Here, this is the Third Legion of the Witch Race, boasting hundreds of millions of elite Witch Race soldiers."

"And I’ve earned my place here not by just flapping my lips."

"I’ve killed Legendary Powerhouses before, Feienna, do you want to try me?"

Korden clenched his fists, eyes shining with intense war intent.

Opposite him, Feienna’s expression shifted.

That’s when she remembered Iker’s title.

Godslayer—Korden.

In his career record, he had slain no less than three renowned figures within the Shadow Legion!

This was not because Korden’s own power was exceedingly strong, slaying legends with the strength of a Tier Four.

Rather, it was his unparalleled strategic and formation prowess.

Even a Legendary Level powerhouse could not immediately escape when encircled by Korden’s army.

But now, with the distance between them, Feienna could absolutely burst forth and end his life in a fraction of a second.

Yet, as if Korden read her mind, he asked: "Feienna, have you thought it through?"

"Right now, I have no bodyguards, nor can I immediately summon chariots to besiege you."

"Do you want to try killing me now?"

His tone hinted at an eagerness, almost hoping Feienna would strike him.

However, the more Korden spoke, the less confident Feienna felt.

Under the gaze of both commanders.

Feienna’s face turned bright red with frustration.

The next moment, she stomped her foot, exclaiming angrily: "Damn you, Korden!"

"You’re all bullying me!"

With that, Feienna’s figure disappeared.

The officers looked at each other in bewilderment.

They too saw Feienna’s reaction before she left, all showing curious expressions.

Korden, however, was not surprised at all.

He knew Feienna wouldn’t dare to make a move.

Then Korden continued: "Alright, let’s resume the meeting."

...

At that moment, after leaving the council hall, Feienna flashed into her bedroom.

She flung herself onto the bed, covering her head with a pillow, venting her anger.

"Ahhh! Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

"All of these guys are bullying me one by one!"

"This woman Wu Ling’Er hit me, the High Priest punished me, and now even a four-tiered ant dares to provoke me!"

"I’m so mad, I’m so mad, I’m so mad!!"

As she spoke, Feienna’s voice took on a sobbing tone.

"Why... Lord Saint Master clearly said I could inherit the position of Saintess..."

She seemed extremely aggrieved.

At that moment, the lights in the bedroom suddenly dimmed.

Feienna’s expression changed, her tear marks instantly vanished.

"Who’s there?"

In the next moment, she saw a Black Shadow standing before her.

The silhouette was graceful, with a robe trailing to the ground and a hood on its head.

It looked at Feienna, letting out a hollow laugh.

"Hehehe..."

"To think that the little girl I rescued hundreds of years ago would grow to this extent."

"Feienna... do you remember me?"

Upon hearing this, Feienna’s eyes seemed to flash with contemplation, then she exclaimed in shock: "It’s you?"

Feienna immediately became vigilant.

She clearly knew how terrifying this woman was.

The hooded woman, seeing Feienna recall, continued with a light laugh: "It seems you remember."

"So, do you remember the promise you made me back then?"

Feienna’s body stiffened, her legs straightened, ten delicate toes tightly clinching together.

She did not answer, seemingly engulfed in great fear.

A moment later, the hooded woman said: "You remember, don’t you?"

"Back then, you promised me that if I rescued you and granted you great power, you would offer your soul."

"Now, Feienna, it’s time to fulfill that promise!"

Feienna shook her head continuously as the woman slowly approached her.

"No! I cannot give my soul to you!"

"I haven’t become the Saintess yet! I have very important things to do!"

However, the hooded woman did not heed her plea.

Instead, she extended a hand, slowly reaching for Feienna.

Feienna’s expression grew grave.

The next moment, a Legendary Level aura burst forth!

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