Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

The three-layered dispatch center.

The magic screen displayed the military deployment map of the Poseen Kingdom's border defenses, but at this moment, all the officers focused on the live feed from the Imperial Capital Bulida.

The second hand ticked impatiently, as personnel in military uniforms and high-ranking civil attire of Poseen Kingdom hurried back and forth.

They gathered around an intelligent touch table, exchanging expressions of excitement and solemnity.

"Loren gave Hesintos half an hour to evacuate the residents; it's already been sixteen minutes. Loren's other subordinates have begun suppressing the energy stations in Bulida, but judging from footage from other districts, they are acting with restraint, not harming residents, seemingly just aiming to also distract the War Gods, allowing Loren and Hesintos to focus on their final duel."

The intelligence officer circled the footage from the corner clock tower on the screen where the initial ceasefire time between the parties was recorded.

In just over ten minutes, Bulida had turned into chaos, even with dozens of military screens, it was hard to keep track.

At this moment, layers of barrier canopy had encased Cret Memorial Square at the center of Bulida.

The entire central district, Manhot District, had become the ultimate battleground overlaid with intersecting crystal walls.

"Not only Loren's powerful subordinates are acting, even the lurking Silvermoon Reform Association and the Bulida Mafia groups have mobilized, and along with that, the Empire's Special Operations Department and the Capital Garrison Headquarters have also deployed."

"Besides the Ninth-order main battleground at the center of Cret Memorial Square, other areas are likely to become Eighth-order skirmish sub-battlegrounds soon."

Amidst the continuous noise and analysis.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure arrived on the third floor along the stairs, drawing the attention of many figures towards it.

"Lieutenant General, there are still thirteen minutes,"

They promptly asked Nigel, the highest-ranking officer of the City Defense Army.

"I know,"

Nigel nodded wearily. Ever since the incident in Flower Capital ended, which resulted in his mentor Perlman's death, and subsequent battles began, he had been swamped almost every day.

He originally had little extra bandwidth to focus on the coronation ceremony in Bulida, but now he seemed unable to avoid paying attention during his duties.

What worried Nigel most was Lanci and Tata.

These life-and-death friends were sent by him personally to Bulida; if anything happened to them, Nigel wouldn't know what to do.

The only blessing was that during the last emergency contact, he learned that Lanci and Tata were doing well in Bulida, in positions not low, and had to disguise as an engaged couple.

Watching the turmoil in Bulida, Nigel did not share much of the same schadenfreude as other officers.

Because Bulida at this moment was just like Flower Capital, Pariel at that moment.

Amidst the turmoil, only losses would occur.

"However..."

Nigel perplexedly watched the replay footage of the White Robed Pope's actions.

For some reason, he felt he had seen this style before.

Why did it seem so familiar?

Before Nigel thought too much, the excited shouts from his subordinates from Flower Capital interrupted his tranquil thoughts.

"Loren!"

"You are the strongest!"

If Loren could beat Hesintos, it would mean peace looming for the northern kingdoms.

No one had expected a savior from the South Continent to appear at this time, stabilizing the fallen wave and supporting the crumbling building.

"Great Priest, you must win!"

He was the hope held in the people's hearts, the last hope of the allied kingdom!

...

"We will win."

Lanci seemed to hear the calls and overflowing Power of Faith from residents across the South Continent, murmuring silently.

The Cret Memorial Square was now empty, like a battlefield kept for him and Hesintos.

Even the distant roads and buildings looked desolate and windswept, emptied of people.

Soon, perhaps the domain with a radius of several kilometers around would become their final place.

The sky above Bulida had already been breached, with flashes and blasts occasionally sounding in the distance, coloring the sky in different shades, then dimming until another ripple tore through.

Even sensing from afar, it was known that battles raged at other sites dozens of kilometers away, involving a War God and his companions.

"Damn it..."

Simon Luo stood outside Cret Memorial Square, looking at the sky, wanting to support but unable to leave his post.

The Eleventh Army God Jade, Simon Luo, was rather special; as the director, he had to stay in place to continually reinforce the barrier and protect the most central Saint Astore Energy Station, having mostly completed the most extreme Protective Enchantment during this time.

If this place were breached, when Hesintos and Loren started their fight, it might quickly destroy the entire Bulida.

Currently, three barriers were in place, with the first covering Cret Memorial Square as the fastest-formed temporary barrier.

The second reinforced barrier extended over a two-kilometer radius, made of interwoven cubic crystal walls, offering the strongest protection. Besides the power supply from the Saint Astore Energy Station, it also required reinforcement from other magic-using professionals; currently, residents within had been fully evacuated.

The third barrier, roughly five kilometers in radius, nearly enveloped the sky; it would close once residents completely evacuated. Due to its largest range, its defensive effect was the weakest, primarily to absorb aftershocks.

If only someone else could help him reinforce the second barrier, it would be great. Any magic-user could do so, but unfortunately, other War Gods probably had already found their opponents.

That no one attacked him now was already a fortunate occurrence.

With the triple-layer barrier minimizing the disaster, it should already be the best battlefield available; even if the world's two strongest Ninth-orders went at it in the barrier's center, the outward impact and spread could be minimized, protecting Bulida's residents who had been evacuated as far as possible.

Now, only some reckless, bloodthirsty journalists with the sturdiest equipment remained within the second barrier, remotely documenting the battle here and reporting fervently.

"Great Priest Loren, you're truly one to say one thing and do another behind the scenes."

Hesintos, with his wrist resting on the sword hilt, laughed at the White Robed Pope,

"With righteousness on your lips, under your command, others have already started conducting war actions endangering Bulida citizens, haven't they?"

He asked, almost as if passing time.

"Look closely, they are consciously avoiding residential areas, using no lethal means, merely striking at militarized facilities already targeting us, which is a reasonable self-defensive measure, while mine also protect civilians, intercepting the War God in gray zones and high altitude areas."

Lanci looked at Hesintos, explaining modern warfare to him.

The opinion war must also be won.

He was not afraid of Hesintos suddenly attacking him, the only harm would be to Cret Memorial Square and its surrounding structures.

Perhaps Hesintos would bet that Loren's Life-saving Magic was limited in usage, even Legendary shouldn't defy this common sense.

But unfortunately, his Life-saving Magic only had a time limit; as long as the Mana wasn't depleted, he remained in Immortal Eternal Penalty.

Half an hour might be long, or short, but even without looking at the clock tower, one could know that its semi-circle was about to reach the end.

"It seems the residents' evacuation progress is about done."

"Are you ready as well?"

Despite facing each other, Lanci and Hesintos both turned their heads to look into the distance.

Their leisurely, idle demeanor, awaited the final ultimate battle, with both believing themselves the world's sole strongest.