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Chapter 190: Unification · Oct 25, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Deadly Hunt (2) 2026-10-25
152 Chapter 152: Deadly Hunt (3) 2026-10-25
153 Chapter 153: Death’s Door 2026-10-25
154 Chapter 154: Rise of the Fallen Angel 2026-10-25
155 Chapter 155: Shadow of the Gods 2026-10-25
156 Chapter 156: Back Again 2026-10-25
157 Chapter 157: New Plan 2026-10-25
158 Chapter 158: Assurance 2026-10-25
159 Chapter 159: Warlord’s Forge 2026-10-25
160 Chapter 160: Unfinished Business 2026-10-25
161 Chapter 161: Long Due (1) 2026-10-25
162 Chapter 162: Long Due (2) 2026-10-25
163 Chapter 163: Morning Tides 2026-10-25
164 Chapter 164: Jealousy Incoming 2026-10-25
165 Chapter 165: Rapid Kiss Attack 2026-10-25
166 Chapter 166: Take Your Time 2026-10-25
167 Chapter 167: Solitary War Room 2026-10-25
168 Chapter 168: Hostile Profits 2026-10-25
169 Chapter 169: Battle Royale 2026-10-25
170 Chapter 170: Rafter Chase 2026-10-25
171 Chapter 171: Afternoon Truce 2026-10-25
172 Chapter 172: Hostile Takeover 2026-10-25
173 Chapter 173: Warlord’s Gauntlet 2026-10-25
174 Chapter 174: Claws, Iron, and Broken Wards 2026-10-25
175 Chapter 175: Old Friend 2026-10-25
176 Chapter 176: Fight Plan 2026-10-25
177 Chapter 177: The Gold, the Shadow, and the Berserker’s Edge 2026-10-25
178 Chapter 178: Green Valley 2026-10-25
179 Chapter 179: The Verdant Labyrinth 2026-10-25
180 Chapter 180: Treasury Vault and the Elven Commander’s Gambit 2026-10-25
181 Chapter 181: Defeat 2026-10-25
182 Chapter 182: Back to Sylvander 2026-10-25
183 Chapter 183: Humiliation 2026-10-25
184 Chapter 184: Sensual Torture 2026-10-25
185 Chapter 185: Payback in Prison (1) 2026-10-25
186 Chapter 186: Payback in Prison (2) 2026-10-25
187 Chapter 187: Queen’s Intimidation 2026-10-25
188 Chapter 188: Arrival of the Devils 2026-10-25
189 Chapter 189: The Barbarian Conquest 2026-10-25
190 Chapter 190: Unification 2026-10-25
191 Chapter 191: Body Modification 2026-10-25
192 Chapter 192: Visiting Milfheim 2026-10-25
193 Chapter 193: Settling In 2026-10-25
194 Chapter 194: Mother In-Law’s Temptation 2026-10-25
195 Chapter 195: Mother In-Law’s Temptation (2) 2026-10-25
196 Chapter 196: Unraveling Misha (1) 2026-10-25
197 Chapter 197: Unraveling Misha (2) 2026-10-25
198 Chapter 198: Unraveling Misha (3) 2026-10-25
199 Chapter 199: Unraveling Misha (4) 2026-10-25
200 Chapter 200: Beast Grathak 2026-10-25

”You want to conquer the other three empires before the devils arrive?”

”I want to crush their leadership and absorb their armies. And we start with Milfheim.”

”Your wife’s territory.”

”My mother-in-law’s territory,” Kane corrected, his eyes glowing with that familiar blue interface light.

”She has been looking for an excuse to invade my borders anyway. We beat her to the punch. You lend me a wing of your pegasus riders, and I will hand you the keys to her fortress in a month.”

Sylvara stared at him for a long time, weighing the sheer audacity of his plan against the terrifying prophecy of her most trusted Seer.

”Take his chains off,” Sylvara finally ordered, not breaking eye contact.

Aeloria gasped.

”Your Majesty!”

”Take them off!”

The guards hesitated for a split second before stepping forward and unlocking the Moon-Silver cuffs. The heavy metal hit the floor with a loud clang.

Kane rubbed his raw wrists, rolling his shoulders as his Warlord vitality surged back to full strength, wiping away the fatigue of the last few days.

”Welcome to the war council, Warlord,” Sylvara said.

”Do not make me regret this.”

”You won’t,” Kane smiled, turning toward the door.

”Now, someone get me a decent meal and my armor. We have a lot of work to do.”

Roast boar and spiced wine disappeared down his throat.

Kane ate with the focus of a starving wolf, ignoring the disgusted glances from the royal attendants.

Tossing a clean bone onto a silver platter, he finally wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

”I need my people.”

Sylvara sat across the table, swirling a glass of wine.

”We will send out a messenger. But you will work here, where I can see you.”

”I don’t have objections to the hospitality.” Kane leaned back, picking his teeth with a splinter of wood.

”But it’s hard. I need to move to Milfheim.”

”You’re going to fight them already?”

”No.”

He grabbed an apple from a crystal bowl.

”I will talk to Misha. She can convince her mother to stand down.”

Aeloria scoffed loudly from the corner of the room.

”The Queen of Milfheim listening to a mongrel warlord? You are delusional.”

”I wasn’t talking to you, Aeloria.” Kane didn’t even look at her.

”Look at the board, Sylvara. I already have Menual. With you and Milfheim on board, we already have three empires. The rest are the Beastmen and the Raviers.”

”You will talk with the Beastmen?” Sylvara raised a delicate eyebrow.

”I have Kessa,” Kane shot back, taking a bite of the apple.

”But yes. Once Milfheim is smoothed out, I will talk to the tribes.”

”You speak as if Milfheim is already yours.”

”I hold the princess.”

”A hostage?”

”A wife.”

Kane tossed the apple core onto a silver tray.

”And I love her, so I won’t break her heart by killing her mother. That doesn’t mean I will be submissive when the old bat tries to dictate terms. I’m offering an alliance, not my neck.”

”If your little princess fails to convince her,” Sylvara warned, ”my pegasus riders will burn her castle to the ground.”

”If it comes to that,” Kane smiled, a glint in his eye, ”I’ll light the match myself.”

One day passed in a blur of maps and logistics.

Sweat dripped from Kane’s chin as he pushed his body off the floor for the five hundredth time.

His Warlord vitality pulsed through his veins, repairing the lingering aches from the whip.

Muscles coiled and released in perfect rhythm.

’Without those cuffs, my passive regeneration is working overtime,’ Kane analyzed, feeling the familiar rush of stamina returning to his core.

’I need to be at peak condition. You don’t negotiate with Beastmen or Raviers looking like a beaten dog.’

He flipped onto his back, transitioning into rapid core exercises.

His interface blinked, showing his strength stats ticking upward, restoring the points drained during his captivity.

Boots echoed down the grand corridor outside his royal guest quarters. The oak doors flew open, startling the elven guards stationed outside.

”Kane!”

Misha crashed into his chest before he even had a chance to stand up. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder.

”You reckless idiot,” she mumbled against his skin.

”Missed you too, wife,” Kane laughed, wrapping one arm around her waist and spinning her around.

Thora swaggered in next, resting her halberd casually over her shoulder.

She hugged him tight, then scanned the luxurious room, then smirked at his bare, scarred chest.

”Looks like you survived the elven torture chambers. We were ready to burn this tree down to the roots.”

”Keep your pyromania in check, Thora,” Firlia sighed, stepping past the tall warrior. The strategist adjusted her glasses, holding a stack of ledgers.

”Though I had drawn up three different siege plans just in case.”

Sira slunk in silently.

Her daggers spun lazily in her hands, her eyes darting toward the open balcony to check for snipers.

Kessa twitched her ears, sniffing the air with a wrinkled nose.

”Smells like flowers and arrogance in here. Can we leave?”

’My squad is finally here,’ Kane thought, a genuine smile breaking through his usual smirk.

’Now we can actually get to work.’

”We are staying for a bit, Kessa,” Kane said, patting the beastman on the head.

”Try not to bite any nobles.”

”No promises.”

A sudden rush of wind blew through the balcony doors.

Feathers blacker than midnight fluttered into the room.

Grieseld descended from the sky. Her wings folded neatly behind her back as her boots touched the marble floor.

Her eyes locked onto Kane, offering a formal bow.

”The aerial scout routes are established.”

Down the hall, the blind Seer suddenly gripped her wooden staff. Her unseeing eyes snapped toward Kane’s chambers, sensing the sudden shift in ambient magic.

She stepped into the doorway a moment later, her serene face tight with shock.

”You... you brought a Fallen Angel?”

Sylvara, walking right behind her Seer, froze in her tracks.

The Queen stared at Grieseld’s wings, her jaw slightly parted in rare astonishment.

”Yes.” Kane gently set Misha down and turned to face the stunned Elven royalty.

He clapped his hands together, walking toward the large map table in the center of the room.

”Now that the pleasantries are out of the way. Let’s get to our plan. We have exactly ninety-eight days left.”

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