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The Barbarian Army descended in an instant, plunging the peaceful and prosperous Storm Harbor into chaos. Countless people fled into the city with their families, fearing the bloody massacre that the Barbarians would unleash.
The Barbarians and humans were absolute enemies; every invasion resulted in the massacre of countless ordinary humans, annihilating towns and causing endless slaughter.
Fortunately, the Imperial Legion was powerful. Over thousands of years, there had only been a few instances where the Barbarians breached the heart of the Empire, and each time, a massive counterattack was launched to retaliate and eliminate even more Barbarians.
But now, ordinary people dared not gamble their lives on the Legion's victory. Residents within a hundred miles of Storm Harbor were all migrating, and in no time, carts had blocked the city gates.
Looking around, it resembled a tide of refugees; hundreds of thousands of residents were trying to seek shelter in Storm Harbor.
The city lord quickly emerged, and squads of City Guards took to the streets to maintain order and suppress the rioters.
However, there were too many people, including numerous noble lords, all eager to push their way into Storm Harbor, making it increasingly difficult for the City Guard to manage security.
Fortunately, the Glorious Legion was not stationed in Storm Harbor; otherwise, even leaving the city would have been problematic, let alone heading to battle.
The Lord of the City also led his personal guards onto the streets, ringing the defense alarm. In front of the Storm Harbor Lord's residence, a temporary platform was hastily erected for war mobilization and reassurance.
Yet despite the city lord's efforts, panic still gripped the residents. Countless instances of looting erupted throughout the city as frenzied mobs took to the streets, committing acts of violence and clashing directly with the City Guard.
At that moment, a young man clad in a silver-white robe with hair as white as snow slowly walked into the temporary platform from the outskirts of the square.
Around him, groups of strong men carved out a wide path through the throngs of people. Then they knelt in rows on one knee, paying their respects to him.
The ordinary people surrounding them stared in astonishment at this figure who seemed to be enveloped in a dazzling aura so bright that looking directly at him made their eyes sting with tears as if they were gazing at the sun!
From a distance, Milwyn Head of Family watched this scene unfold with malicious mockery and shouted angrily, "Xiar! Why have you brought so many people here? Do you intend to harm the Lord of the City? Are you plotting treason?"
With his words, he placed a hat big enough for execution upon Xiar's head, clearly ready to frame him for death at any moment.
To his surprise, Xiar showed no intention of rebuttal; instead, he looked at Milwyn with pitying eyes. "I'm sorry; this is not betrayal but a transformation—a transformation welcoming a new world!"
Milwyn Head of Family coldly regarded him as if he were mad. "You seek your own death. Do you really think that a mere few hundred private soldiers can conquer all of Storm Harbor? My foolish nephew, your stupid actions will doom the entire Mestlin Family!"
"Kill him," Xiar commanded without further ado.
Then Milwyn Head of Family stared in disbelief as his personal guard plunged a sword into his chest!
With a loud thud, he crashed heavily to the ground, his regrets dissipating along with the flicker of life within him.
"City Guards, seize these people at once!" Lord Charles shouted angrily.
Just moments ago, they had shown him such respect, and now they had become so arrogant, brazen enough to mobilize private soldiers in an attempt to incite rebellion!
"Hurry up and take down that damned bastard! How dare he instigate a rebellion at such a critical moment of war? Even if the Mestlin Family has a glorious history of achievements, it won't save you this time!"
However, the guards and City Guards around him did not follow his orders. They stood tall, ignoring his commands.
"You bastards! Do you also wish to betray me?" Charles felt a surge of panic. He never expected that even his most trusted personal guards, whom he had painstakingly trained for over a decade, would defy him. Was disaster truly upon them?
The Glorious Legion had little to do with him; the legion was commanded by a general, while he was primarily responsible for the governance and taxation of Farn County—one focused on warfare and the other on internal affairs.
But now, as the Glorious Legion engaged in brutal combat with the Barbarian Legion outside the city, and with the City Guards refusing to respond to his commands, he found himself powerless against the unfolding events!
Charles pointed at them, his hand trembling uncontrollably. "What do you want?"
"I'm sorry," Xiar replied with a smile as he stepped toward the platform. The personal guards beside the lord also knelt on one knee.
"Now, I declare that Storm Harbor is mine, and it shall be renamed—Source City!"
A brilliant purple light radiated from him, sweeping across the entire square and embedding his words into every mind present.
The purple light soared into the air, forming a magnificent purple crown and an opulent purple scepter that slowly descended onto his head and into his hand.
Over ten thousand citizens below watched in shock, disbelief etched on their faces. One by one, City Guards and citizens fell to their knees in reverence of this incredible miracle.
"Source of All Things!"
"Source of All Things!"
"Source of All Things!"
The original cries gradually spread until they became a unified voice of tens of thousands resonating throughout the square, shaking the very foundations of the city.
Thousands of Source Cult members emerged, openly displaying their formidable power as they swiftly took control of all administrative matters in Storm Harbor, including taxation and maritime affairs.
Hidden within Storm Harbor, the Spirit Masters looked up at the dazzling Purple Light Dots above them, their faces filled with bitterness.
"This seems to surpass the Third Rank; we have no way to resist!"
They felt as if a vast ocean of mental power was surging above them, and compared to it, their own strength was like that of a pond next to the sea—a chasm of difference.
Storm Harbor gathered two-thirds of Farn County's Spirit Masters, hundreds of them.
They watched helplessly as the Purple Spirit Web enveloped Storm Harbor, yet none dared to summon their Totems to escape.
It was clear that the enemy's goal was to seal off all of Storm Harbor. The moment they attempted to flee using flying totems, they would undoubtedly be shot down in an instant!
"Submit, Charles!" Xiar, wearing a purple crown and surrounded by brilliant purple light, descended like a deity. The radiance was so overwhelming that they could only lower their heads in humble respect.
"You cannot be Xiar of the Mestlin Family; who are you?!" Charles bent over awkwardly, unable to even meet Xiar's gaze under such immense pressure.
No one could have imagined that the once frivolous scion of the Mestlin Family had transformed into a being of formidable power in just a few short months!
"Sorry, I am indeed Xiar. You now have two choices: submit or sacrifice yourself for the Harrison Empire," Xiar said calmly, leaving him no room for refusal.
The Lord of the City, short and stout, seemed to age decades in an instant as he slowly knelt on the ground. "I submit!"
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