The Next Morning...
Whoosh!
Swoosh!
At the near border of the No Man's Land from the Rakos Empire's side, a flying ship arrived covertly.
And a group of flying saints was already waiting for them in the sky right above one of the guard posts.
In total, there were 15 saints. 16 if you count a dead man's soul.
Rustle!
Rustle!
The grass on the open ground below rustled just from the exhausts of the engines of this flying ship as the deck was finally opened.
A group of guards with a 4-meter-tall warrior leading them.
His entire form was encased in black armor, and emerald flames danced across his body, including where his eyes should have been... replaced instead by burning fire.
The warrior leading the guards was a 5th-stage saint himself.
"We're ready to depart when you are, young lord." spoke the warrior of the mysterious species.
The one he referred to was none other than Kahn.
At this moment, Kahn was tagging along with Kassandra, Vildred, and all of his subordinates.
