The following scene occurred. A large conflict broke out in several locations around that nameless region. Lightening strikes and huge explosions could be seen and heard everywhere.

The atmosphere in the control room is unpleasant. "The commander of the 6th platoon of the 12th regiment has already been killed, and Captain Burgees of the 3rd platoon has already confirmed a traitor colluding with the former 4th General."

Soldiers in the room sigh deeply. "Damn those bastards, our counteroffensive is being neutralized," the first lieutenant stated, "we were already in defensive mode when we entered this zone."

   "It is now proved that there are a lot of spies enrolled in our ranks, and not only the top levels but also among the lower ranks," said the first General, the magnificent "The Kingdom Slayer," Freya.

"Purging this will be relatively simple utilizing [Soul Scouring] and the most renowned Arcane that our emperor developed the [Fate binding] Technique.

"I know that everyone here has already bound your soul, so I am certain that this plot will not be revealed," Freya said coldly.

    "Our first task here is to demolish their military sites along our borders," the Emperor remarked. "Who would've thought we were being fooled by the 4th General."

"Now that we've all been cornered like rats," The Emperor continued, "it's time for us to make a move."

"Your Majesty, there is an unwritten law that once the Master level and above state enters the war, all power stages below it must withdraw due to the vast power imbalance."

The Emperor gave a nod.

    Yes, it is an unwritten law that Arcanists below the master level must be dragged out since the strength within this tier is immense and out of this realm. The aura alone will reduce those troops to dust, and their souls will vanish with no hope of reincarnation.

"Let me enter the combat first," Freya said as she stood on her chair and flicked her right palm, her entire body covering a purple mist and disappearing.

After a few moments, Freya is floating in the air, a few kilometers away from the ship.

  "Algrea, you old bastard! Traitorous leecher! I will behead you and annihilate your entire tiny army and that little princess you have joined forces with," she said, her voice reverberating across the region.

As soon as she finishes pronouncing those words, the entire landscape begins to freeze, as if an ice age had occurred in a split second. Their noises began to resonate across the landscape, and the rocks began to change to freezing color.

After freezing the entire land, an old voice said, "Empress Freya, beauty and ferocity, you truly are formidable.

    A lady below the God-Level was the first and only one to attain Conqueror Thaumaturge.

When they heard Freya speak, everyone shivered, including the two princesses.

Algrea remarked in a confident voice, "Be at ease little prince, I am here to guard you, and be assured that even dust will not reach you here.”