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Prince Ottreif and Pevin Box have known each other for a long time. In many past military and political occasions, the two have met many times and understand each other's behavior style and military talent.

However, when Prince Ottreif heard that Pevin had broken through and become a Saint-level powerhouse, the surprise in his heart instantly surged like a flood from a burst dam.

"Pevin, this is great, you came just in time!" Prince Ottreif's face was full of excitement. He stepped forward and tightly grasped Pevin's hand, his voice carrying a bit of relief from surviving a disaster.

Pevin Box slightly bowed to show his respect, with a steady smile on his face, and replied, "Your Highness, after receiving your request for assistance, we rushed here day and night. It is fortunate to be able to help you in time."

Prince Ottreif looked Pevin up and down, his eyes full of admiration and excitement: "Pevin, I heard that you have stepped into the Saint-level, this is a blessing for the empire! With a powerhouse like you assisting us, the rebels are not to be feared!"

Pevin modestly waved his hand and said, "Your Highness is too kind. Although the road to the Saint-level is difficult, for the sake of the empire's safety, I will definitely do my best. This time, I am here to work with Your Highness to completely defeat these rebels."

At this time, the soldiers on the battlefield gathered around. Seeing the mighty and well-organized Imperial Army behind Pevin Box, their morale was greatly boosted, and cheers rose one after another.

"Long live the Empire!"

"Defeat the rebels!" The shouts intertwined and echoed through the sky.

Prince Ottreif was overjoyed, immersed in his vision for the future, and did not notice the turmoil in Pevin Box's heart at all.

He looked at the newly advanced Saint-level powerhouse beside him, his eyes full of determination, as if the crown of the empire was already firmly on his head.

In his opinion, Pevin's arrival undoubtedly added a very important cornerstone to his path to the top.

The more Saint-level powerhouses who supported him, the more chances he had to ascend to the throne.

Pevin still maintained a humble and polite demeanor, with a well-placed smile on his face, responding to Prince Ottreif's enthusiasm.

However, beneath this smile, his heart was like a churning undercurrent.

Recalling the secret letter from Alfonso he received on the way, the letter's strong praise for Crown Prince Soren, and the warning about Prince Ottreif's ambition, were deeply imprinted in his heart.

The Box family and Crown Prince Soren have countless connections.

The Crown Prince has taken care of the Box family in many affairs, not only favoring them in resource allocation, but also fully assisting Pevin in cultivating the next generation of Saint-level heirs for the family.

Pevin kept this kindness in his heart, which also made the entire Box family closely connected with the Crown Prince.

In Pevin's heart, Crown Prince Soren is the future hope of the empire and the most worthy object of their family's allegiance. When the Frostwolf Knight Legion launched a surprise attack on Prince Ottreif's camp, Pevin had already led the Imperial Army quietly to the vicinity of the battlefield.

He hid in the dark, calmly observing the development of the battle.

Seeing Prince Ottreif's army in a bitter fight, although he felt unbearable in his heart, for the long-term interests of the family and for the future of the Crown Prince, he chose to stand still.

If Prince Ottreif's power is too strong, it will be a huge threat to Crown Prince Soren.

It wasn't until the Desert Camel Regiment and the Frostwolf Knight Legion were preparing to withdraw from the battlefield that Pevin felt the time was right.

He launched the attack at just the right moment.

Dozens of magic cannon shells, like shooting stars from the sky, accurately smashed into the rebel army, instantly causing huge chaos.

Then, he led the cavalry like a torrent rushing down from the hillside, giving the rebel army a fatal blow with a thunderous momentum.

Looking at the rebel army fleeing in panic on the battlefield, Pevin secretly estimated in his heart that in this battle, the Frostwolf Knight Legion and the Desert Camel Regiment each lost hundreds of elites.

These are the backbone forces under the command of the Icefield King and the Desert King. Such heavy losses will probably make the two rebel kings feel distressed for a long time.

On Prince Ottreif's side, although he won the victory with Pevin's support, the army also suffered considerable damage.

Pevin superficially discussed the next battle plan with Prince Ottreif, behaving extremely cooperatively, but in his heart, he was thinking about how to continue to deal with the situation, so as to weaken Prince Ottreif's power without arousing suspicion.

Late at night, everything was silent. Prince Ottreif's army camp was shrouded in thick darkness, with only a few torches flickering in the cold wind, emitting a faint light. Just in this seemingly peaceful night, a thrilling assassination operation quietly began.

The six Saint-level powerhouses carefully selected by the rebels, like ghosts, shuttled through the night, sneaking towards Prince Ottreif's camp.

They were lithe and agile, and every step they took was extremely light, hardly making any sound. In their eyes, Prince Ottreif's army's defenses were nothing more than a formality. As long as they successfully assassinated Prince Ottreif, they could instantly throw this army into chaos and defeat it without a fight.

After all, in their opinion, their side had far more Saint-level powerhouses than Prince Ottreif's army. Using this unexpected assassination method, crushing them with the strength of Saint-level powerhouses was simply as easy as pie.

However, they never expected that their every move had already been detected by Prince Ottreif's army.

Some propped up a layer of transparent energy shields to block the arrows from the outside;

Others flashed their figures, dodging the attacks of the arrows at an extremely fast speed.

But even so, a few arrows still broke through their defenses and hit their bodies. Although they did not cause fatal injuries, they also made them feel a chill in their hearts, realizing that things were far more difficult than they had imagined.

What shocked them even more was that in the camp, seven Saint-level powerhouses had been waiting for a long time.

These seven Saint-level powerhouses, each with an extraordinary aura, exuded a powerful aura, as if they were seven immovable and majestic mountains.

They stared coldly at the intruding rebels, their eyes revealing undisguised killing intent.

"What do you think this place is? Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving. Just stay here!" The leading Saint-level powerhouse was the Greatsword Sword Saint who had been killing today. He said coldly, his voice carrying a chilling majesty.