Chapter 1212 Crisis (Part Three) (2/2)

” Darren said.

”Where should we go, sir?” Wilson asked. He had been standing at the side this whole time.

”We can go anywhere. We just need a place where we can make our forces stronger,” Darren replied.

”Sir, are you still planning on attacking the others?”

”Yes. I still need to get more believers.”

”That's easy. I know the Tussle Region like the back of my hand. I'm sure I can find the best place. However, we must launch our attacks to the small forces first. If we conquer those within a thousand kilometers from here, you should be able to gather millions of believers by then,” Wilson suggested.

”Very well. I'll let you draw up the plans.”

”Yes, sir. Thank you very much. However... Does this mean I can have the title of chief counselor of the Bloody Army?” Wilson looked up to meet Darren's eyes and smiled.

'This guy is so shameless. He's desperate for a title, ' Darren thought to himself as he returned Wilson's gaze. To be honest, Darren didn't care about titles. He was certain that all his believers were loyal to him.

”Fine. You'll be our counselor from now on.” He conceded.

”Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.” In his excitement, Wilson bowed his head at Darren, again and again.

”Everybody! Listen to me. I'm the chief counselor. We'll be heading north for now.” Wilson made a cutting figure as he stood confidently and solemnly in front of the others.

Meanwhile, nine thousand kilometers away from the forest, the Xiling clan was restless.

Inside a heavily guarded, secret room, Caleb Xiling, the Xiling Clan's ancestor, suddenly opened his eyes. A loud voice thundered inside the room, disturbing the peace inside it.

”Caleb Xiling! Why did you let the Defiant Master go?”

This had greatly startled the old man. ”Mr. Feng?”