"That guy..." Golden Beetle was unhappy, but Purely Heartfelt beside him pulled him back, said nothing, and simply shook her head.
He was surprised to find that most of the guild members showed no reaction on their faces.
A deep meaning flashed in the eyes of the man with glasses.
In the crowd, one person remained oblivious to this, exchanging glances with a nearby companion and silently sending a message at that moment.
"Crayon Shin-chan: President, I am also an expert shadow striker. Can you transfer me to the frontline combat unit?"
"Natsume Yuzuri: Of course, no problem. You can go to Shadow Weaver Poem's Heifeng squad. Be sure to follow his command during battle."
A sense of contempt rose in that man's heart; it seemed the so-called Dark Gold Rose was nothing more than this.
She actually believed these outsiders so easily and had no judgment of her own, possessing nothing but a set of strange abilities.
A person like this could never manage a guild well, let alone make it strong and large.
Reaching today's height from a bottom-tier guild was, in his eyes, just a matter of good luck and the high quality of the first batch of members recruited.
Just then, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind, giving Crayon Shin-chan a start.
"If you have something to say, why not talk to the president in person? Why type in the guild channel? Our president is very easy to talk to," Shadow Weaver Poem said with a smile.
"I... I'm still a bit shy, after all, I just joined this guild," Crayon Shin-chan explained hurriedly, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Shadow Weaver Poem. Since the president assigned you to me, I will be your captain from now on. You can just call me Captain Shadow."
"Alright, Captain Shadow," Crayon Shin-chan laughed awkwardly while scratching his head, though frost gathered in the depths of his eyes.
When did this guy get behind him?
The other party had concealed his aura so well that he hadn't noticed at all.
He became even more convinced of his judgment; there were definitely hidden talents within this guild.
They actually dared to let this elite-level player lead a team alone without setting up a vice-captain to check his power.
There was no mistake; Dark Gold Rose was as naive as a little lamb when it came to managing her own guild!
These people could not possibly be willing to submit to a little lamb's skirt; as long as he sowed a bit of discord, he could easily dismantle this guild from the inside.
Thinking of the preferential treatment Smiling Jazz had promised him for the league once the deed was done, the corners of Crayon Shin-chan's mouth curled up uncontrollably, and he let out a low, sinister chuckle.
Several members of Light-Chaser Garden looked at him strangely, as if they were looking at... an idiot.
Soon, the main force of Light-Chaser Garden began to move.
The silver mechs leaned down, passing through the gates of the inner city and following the crowd down the inner city streets.
The King's Castle stood in the distance; despite the apocalypse and the overall shroud of death, it remained magnificent.
Thousands of winged demon bats circled above the royal city, those messengers of death clamoring loudly.
Every guild had sent out its elite troops, marching in a tense yet orderly fashion, occasionally greeting one another from a distance when they met.
The dark clouds on the horizon gradually swallowed the afternoon sunlight, and the piercing cold wind cut like a blade.
The massive shadow of a transport plane swept past rapidly, roaring as it flew toward the distant castle.
The air was filled with the scent of gunpowder, signaling the imminent arrival of a great battle.
Xu Xiaoyou rode a storm steed, her hands on the reins as she led the way at the very front.
This horse had an extremely fierce temperament, its pupils erupting with lightning, its breath seeming to stir the clouds and thunder.
Clad in scales and armor, it looked very imposing from afar.
Crayon Shin-chan followed behind the Heifeng squad, watching the scene from afar with a cold, disdainful laugh as he secretly contacted someone.
"How is it going?" a low voice came from the other side.
Crayon Shin-chan lowered his voice, warily observing his surroundings: "I have already infiltrated Light-Chaser Garden. They haven't suspected a thing."
"Is that so? What about the movement of their main force?"
"Just as you expected. Aside from a squad called Red Glow, the entire army has set out. They even want to compete for the kill on the Incurable Crown. Truly overestimating themselves."
"Proceed with the plan as usual."
"Understood."
The man with glasses led his horse to Xu Xiaoyou's side.
"Are we not going to deal with them, President?"
"How can we deal with them now? If we don't let the guy behind the scenes think he has a firm grip on us, he'll go mad with anxiety," Xu Xiaoyou said slowly.
"Understood."
A circling winged demon bat noticed the Light-Chaser Garden team and dove close with a shriek.
The rose rifle materialized in Xu Xiaoyou's hand, a piercing flash of fire streaked across, and the massive monster fell behind her.
More and more winged demon bats pounced toward them.
Xu Xiaoyou unhurriedly reined in her horse, standing before the crowd.
The horse's sturdy chest held high as it neighed, and the girl's black cloak and dazzling blonde hair fluttered wildly in the wind.
"Our current situation is not optimistic. As you can see, Silent Sequence is eyeing us like prey, and the family factions do not think highly of us, treating us with disdain as if we are just a bunch of mediocre nobodies."
"Little do they know, in our eyes, they are the same—cats, dogs, snakes, and rats huddling together. Just strays on the roadside, not worth our concern."
"The coming battle is crucial. We must make those self-righteous fools pay for their contempt."
"With the posture of absolute victory, we shall rise above everyone else. We want flowers and cheers; we want the world to build a Gate of Triumph for us and welcome our return!"
"Do not forget the humiliation you once suffered. Never forget those contemptuous looks cast at you when you were at your lowest."
"Do not forget the jackals that preyed on you during your journey. Do not forget the bastards who tried to kill you and step on you to keep you down forever. Lift your heads for me!"
"Do not let those who hate you see you bow your head."
Her loud words shook everyone, and they instinctively raised their heads, staring in unison at the girl bathed in light.
"Get your spirits up, my boys! I swear, only one guild will take the crown this time, and that is us, Light-Chaser Garden!"
"Our ambition goes far beyond this. This will not be the end of our glory; it is the beginning of a new journey!"
"All glory shall belong to us, all flowers and cheers shall belong to us. Win this battle, and the coming era will be written by us. We will live through glorious years, and we will be draped in honor!"
"For me, and for yourselves."
"We have only one goal for this trip:"
"Without the crown, we do not return!"
The crowd shouted in unison: "Without the crown, we do not return!"
"Glory belongs to Light-Chaser Garden!" Xu Xiaoyou raised a satisfied smile, lifting the rose flower high.
"Glory belongs to Dark Gold Rose!"
The people responded to her in kind.
"Glory belongs to the wild!"
"Glory belongs to you and me!"
In the team, watching the fanatical yet suppressed people and the girl in the light, for some reason, the contempt in the man's eyes vanished, replaced by a deep sense of panic.
The beautiful lone wolf had returned to her pack; she didn't even need to kill the old wolf king to prove herself,
because at this moment, all the wolf subjects were bowing their heads and bending their knees, grandly escorting her to the throne.
Some people are born leaders; fervent blood flows in their veins.
Perhaps they might submit to others because of the times, but their sharp edges will never be smoothed over by the era.
Their souls are resilient and unbreakable; their soft flesh hides a sharp skeletal frame, and the hearts in their chests beat only for freedom and pride.
Perhaps it is just a small, unintentional daily occurrence that allows their brilliance to first show,
and from then on, a withered cocoon becomes a butterfly, a fierce roc spreads its wings.
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