Deal with West Coast

The meeting on the 436th floor of the Sanctum had ended. After the dozen or so Level-3 Great Casters shared their thoughts, the black-robed elder dismissed the meeting.

The chattering crow from the previous meeting didn't appear this time. Its owner, the faceless Caster called Joss, didn't show up either.

"Our old friends will be back in a few decades!" a Level-3 Great Caster sighed as he walked out.

"That's right. A year ago, they even sent several third-level Magicians. Even that Fake Faceless guy went there!" A Magician who walked with him said.

"It should be to save Michelle. I heard that she was injured by a member of the Centaur Royal Family."

"With that guy around, Michelle's safe return won't be a problem!"

These two Magicians' words were mostly filled with concern for Michelle. It seemed like this Magician was quite popular in the Sanctum.

As for the Fake Faceless Mask that went to save Michelle, they were more afraid of it.

Fake Faceless was the faceless Magician Joss. He was well known by many Magicians in the upper echelons of the Holy Tower.

Inside the Hall of Knights at the peak of the snowy plains in the northeast of the Aomar Empire.

"How's the preparation going?" a red-haired man in knight armor asked in a hall.

In front of him was a huge map that was nearly five meters long and wide. It almost covered the entire wall. This map was also very unique. Not only did it depict mountains and plains, but it also included a large area of water. The whole map was displayed in an oval shape.

The red-haired man pointed at a part of the sea in deep thought. A man who looked like an attendant beside him replied, "We've already sent letters to all the kingdoms on the mainland. Knights who are high-rank Knechts and above will be mobilized within half a year!"

"Hmm, not bad!" The red-haired man pointed at a part of the sea called the Sea of Essence Guards on the map and praised the knight's ability.

"How's the negotiation between the slave army and the casters on the west coast?" The red-haired man asked as he marked a special symbol on the side of the Sea of Essence Guards.

"We've already reached 500,000. Most of them are mid-rank Knechts or level-1 creatures. There are only a few dozen level-2 creatures and two level-3 creatures," the attendant replied.

"Why is it so little?" The red-haired man put down the pen in his hand and turned to look at the attendant in confusion.

"I heard that the Sanctum over there suppressed their numbers," the attendant explained.

The red-haired man pondered for a moment and said, "500,000 should be enough. Including what we can mobilize ourselves, it's barely enough to take down a miniature plane."

"How much?" Even with the help of several magic organizations on the West Coast, it was still not an easy task to deal with a group of 500,000 slaves. The red-haired man was ready to spend a lot of money.

"They're asking for 40 tons of energy crystals." The servant thought for a moment and told the price that the West Coast Magicians were asking for.

"Give them!" The red-haired man said without hesitation, "As long as we occupy that Fairy World, we can get back as many books as we want."

"Tell them! Within three months, I want to see a 500,000-strong slave army gathering at the Void Fortress outside the Magus World! "The red-haired man pointed outside and ordered.

"Yes!" The attendant accepted the order and walked out of the hall with a pile of documents.

When the hall quieted down again, the red-haired man stared at the map of Fairy World in front of him, thinking about the invasion.

He was the only son of Sir Odysseus, a level-4 knight and the only son of Sir Odysseus of the Three Western Isles. It was actually him and his father who had strongly requested for the invasion of the Fairy Realm to be activated.

There were no other level-4 powerhouses to help, and Sir Odysseus was the only one who could break through the dimensional barrier of Fairy World.

This world was very fair. The strong had their own way of life, and the weak also had their own way of living. The dimensional barrier was a protective layer imposed on the miniature world under an equal system.

Miniature worlds were newborn worlds that had just given birth to intelligent life. There were almost no powerful creatures in such worlds. Due to the short time of birth, the plane's consciousness was in a state of chaos, so a solid layer of dimensional barrier would be formed to protect the plane and its natives.

To break through the dimensional barrier and open a passage large enough to transport an army, only level-4 creatures and above could do it.

Moreover, it usually required multiple level-4 powerhouses to do it.

This time, three of the four level-4 powerhouses from the Three Western Isles were stuck in Centaur World, so Odysseus was the only one to take the task of breaking through the dimensional barrier.

The consequence of this was that as a level-4 creature, Odysseus, it would be difficult for him to help the invading army in this dimensional war.

However, the red-haired knight wasn't worried at all about anything going wrong in this dimensional war. There were no level-4 creatures in the miniature plane. As for the level-3 creatures that existed, the Sky Knights and Magicians from the Sanctum weren't just decorations. They had a massive slave army, and they could easily kill those level-3 creatures with their lives.

Because the miniature plane was small and had weak energy waves, it was very difficult to find a plane waymark in the astral plane. It was lucky that the Magicians from the Sanctum had found it this time. Coupled with the fact that it could produce activated essence, the red-haired knight was determined to get his hands on it.

"Those Magicians from the West Coast, hmph. I'll let you have a taste of it now, but you'll have to spit it out later!" The red-haired knight sneered.

In terms of the demand for activated essence, Magicians who practiced elemental power had a higher demand than knights. The main function of activated essence was to repair damage to bodily functions, increase lifespan, and increase the activity of elements.

Because it had a strong effect on creatures that were level-4 and above, it was sought after by all the Magicians and Knights in the Sorcerer World.

Compared to the strong bodies of knights, the weak Magicians used activated essence in all aspects, be it to increase their physical fitness, to increase their lifespan, or to increase their mastery of elemental power.

As long as they could attack that miniature plane this time, it would probably only take ten years of activated essence production to offset the cost of the 500,000 slave army.

The Magicians and Knights of the Three Western Isles had always been at odds with the Magician Organizations of the Sorcerer Continent that bordered the East Coast. Therefore, they could only purchase slaves from the Magician Organizations of the Three Western Isles.

Although the overall strength of the Magicians of the West Coast was inferior to that of the Magicians of the Sorcerer Continent on the East Coast, they still had the Sanctum. Their magic power was not inferior to that of the Three Western Isles.

"I hope everything goes well this time," the red-haired knight thought to himself. In the past, planar wars were led by level-4 powerhouses. This time, he was personally appointed by his father to be in charge of the attack on this miniature plane, so it could be considered training.

At the same time, the conscription orders of all the Hall of Knights on Missia began to take effect in their respective areas.

In the palace of Felor in the Kingdom of Faustian, the Faustian king, who looked a little older than before, was currently sitting on the throne and summoning someone.

"So, all the high-rank Knechts in the kingdom have received the conscription order?" asked the king with his eyes lowered. It was hard to guess what he was thinking.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" replied a man in black casual clothes, half-kneeling on the carpet in the palace.

The Faustian king unconsciously tapped his scepter with his index finger and sighed. "Alright, you may leave." He then waved his hand to dismiss the shadow guard.

"What an eventful time," sighed the king. Now, in the hall of the palace, apart from the maids and guards serving him, there was another person — Romm.

"I didn't expect to experience another planar war in my last days," the king laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Your Majesty, your health is more important!" Romm didn't have the self-awareness of a level-2 Erdritter at all. He didn't put on any airs in front of the 'ordinary' Faustian king. Instead, he spoke respectfully.

This was Romm's own choice. Hundreds of years ago, he swore allegiance to the Faustian royal family and was nurtured by them for many years. He had already made up his mind.

"Ahem, I know my own body." The king was really old now, and his tone was filled with the twilight. "Kenzir, I'll leave it to you in the future."

"It's my duty," replied Romm.

"Are you going to the planar war this time too?" The king asked the most important question. In recent years, due to the annexation of Shalor, there had been constant rebellions in the country. Several major corps were busy running around to suppress them. Romm was definitely a stabilizing presence in Faustian, so it was best not to move.

"Yes. In addition to the conscription order from the Hall of Knights, there's a very precious and rare resource in that plane." Romm's answer caused a flash of disappointment in the king's eyes. He hoped that Romm could continue to stay in the country.

Since Romm had said so, the king didn't force him. As a level-2 creature, Romm had a high degree of autonomy in Faustian. He obeyed the royal family, but only if it didn't conflict with his own affairs.

"What about Sandro and the others?" asked the king. Sandro and the others were all level-1 knights in Faustian. If they were to participate in the planar war, it was very likely that there would be a lot of trouble.

"Only Samorai and Falma will go with me. Xfie and Sandro will stay," said Romm.

There were a total of five level-1 knights in Faustian. Four of them were level-1 knights from the kingdom's four margrave families, and one knight supported by the royal family.

Samorai and Falma were level-1 powerhouses from Margrave Woode and Margrave Marmen respectively. Xfie was a level-1 knight from Margrave Shia. Needless to say, Sandro was the head of the Sandro family.

"Samorai and Falma have just broken through not long ago. It's time for them to train," said Romm.

The king nodded.