Summit Farmer
Chapter 2209 - 2207: Western Army

Chapter 2209: Chapter 2207: Western Army

Watching the departure of all Saints, Peter Brown suddenly felt an immense pressure bearing down on him.

Peter understood in his heart that if events truly progressed in this direction, with powers from all the Outer Worlds bearing down simultaneously, the Human Clan would face unimaginable pressure—a survival crisis unlike anything ever seen before.

Reflecting on the current predicament, it became clear: with the fall of two Saints from the Human Clan, would any faction, upon witnessing this vulnerability, resist the temptation?

Obviously not. If they could seize a portion of the Human Clan’s territory, they could harness the energy from that domain to birth a new Saint. Just one additional Saint would provide significant support to their world. No one would resist such a temptation. Even the strongest alliances of the past would crumble in the face of such circumstances.

Peter was acutely aware that the Western front absolutely could not collapse. If it did, those factions observing from the sidelines would immediately launch assaults against the Human Clan. If things truly reached that stage, the entire Human Clan would undoubtedly be doomed.

No—failure is absolutely unacceptable!

Peter now felt he could relate somewhat to the sentiment held by the Human Clan’s Saints—a looming sense of total annihilation.

An unprecedented sense of urgency overwhelmed Peter. Glancing again toward the Will Palace, he examined the Quasi Saints within, then shifted his gaze to his own Killing Saints Formation.

It wasn’t as though he lacked power. If things were maneuvered the right way, Peter was confident he could shine brilliantly in this battle.

"Philips Williams, accelerate the offensives across all regions!"

Peter directed these words toward Philips Williams, who had been following him closely.

After giving the command, he added, "I’ll be away for a while. You must handle matters here properly."

Philips Williams remained in the dark about the situation, and Peter didn’t elaborate. After all, the scale of these matters far exceeded Philips Williams’ scope—he wasn’t qualified to know.

Sometimes, Peter could only shake his head. How could the ordinary, peaceful members of the Human Clan grasp the sacrifices made every waking moment by those who fought for their survival?

On the Western battlefield now stood only a handful of Quasi Saints—veterans of past battles between the Human Clan and Demon Clan. As conflict loomed, Peter’s priority was to rally them together.

Swiftly, Peter arrived at the frontline command center.

By now, many Quasi Saints from the Human Clan had perished, and the Army had long lost its morale. Upon Peter’s arrival, the acting commander—a Quasi Saint named Adrian Charlton—had assumed interim leadership after so many Quasi Saints fell. With the highest cultivation among them, Adrian was designated by the Saints to take charge temporarily.

Adrian was most familiar with the situational dynamics here. Deep down, he understood the truth: no Saints had arrived thus far, and it seemed improbable that any would.

Although this area was a location capable of birthing Saints, Adrian knew well that he himself stood no real chance of ascending to sainthood. Despite his efforts to grasp its essence, success remained out of reach.

If Peter Brown were to inspect Adrian’s Elixir Sea, he might find it contained over ten thousand star planets. Yet, none of these planets had formed into two distinct galaxies.

Adrian had received instructions from the Saint of Heaven Origin, informing him that a new Western Commander had been appointed and would soon arrive to take over military operations.

Adrian gathered all the generals, who sat cross-legged, awaiting the arrival of the new commander.

"General, what kind of person is coming? Will it be the strongest Quasi Saint, or perhaps a Saint?" one person asked.

Before Adrian could respond, another Quasi Saint sighed aloud, "Given the current state of the Human Clan, you honestly still think they could dispatch a Saint?"

At these words, silence fell over the gathering.

Another Quasi Saint spoke up: "In the West, only we Quasi Saints remain, and none of us are capable of ascending to sainthood. From what I know, the same holds true for the Eastern war zone—no Quasi Saints there have managed to become Saints either."

Upon hearing this, the group understood: there was simply no way a Saint would be coming to oversee this battlefield.

"Everyone knows the Demon Clan could attack at any moment. Without a Saint to lead, we won’t stand a chance," said a Void Saint mournfully. Having fought this long, with so many Quasi Saints already fallen, the Void Saints had now become the backbone of their strength.

Having battled the Demon Clan for many years, they were intimately familiar with the enemy’s prowess. Without a Saint presiding over the battle, defending this position seemed an impossible task.

"It’s likely the Demon Clan’s massive offensive is imminent," remarked one of the Quasi Saints.

Adrian Charlton spoke up, "We are warriors of the Human Clan. Our duty is to ensure the Human Clan’s survival. No matter how formidable the enemy may be, we must fight. Trust that the individual chosen by the Saints to lead us will certainly be a Strong Person!"

No one spoke further, but all eyes turned toward the lofty chair—a seat sanctified for the Saints. With the new Commander arriving, it was now his to occupy.

As they watched, a faint ripple of energy stirred, and, seated in the chair, appeared a young man.

Who was this person?

No one recognized the young man occupying the prestigious seat.

At this moment, Peter Brown had teleported to the scene. Hearing the murmurs of discussion, he remained composed.

In truth, Peter had always been aware of the situation here; the Faith Network provided him detailed knowledge. Though initially reluctant, he knew this Western Army was humanity’s final stand in the region—he couldn’t ignore it.

Seated, Peter said nothing, instead presenting the decree issued to him by the Saint of Heaven Origin.

As the decree materialized, the voice of the Saint of Heaven Origin resonated clearly, accompanied by a projection of the Saint himself.

The announcement merely outlined Peter’s identity and confirmed that, from this moment onward, he would command the forces here.

Once the decree was delivered, the projection of the Saint of Heaven Origin disappeared.

Now, everyone’s gaze was fixed directly on Peter Brown.

With one glance, they could discern he had only just entered the realm of a Quasi Saint.

What kind of person had they dispatched?

Doubt swirled in everyone’s hearts. Learning that their new commander was only a recently ascended Quasi Saint, their expressions grew increasingly grim.

Although Peter had plunged the Demon Clan into chaos on numerous occasions, none of these people were aware of his achievements.

Peter didn’t bother to explain himself. Sitting atop the chair, he observed the group, analyzing their dispositions. While he understood their temperaments from the Faith Network, this marked his first face-to-face encounter with them.

Silence enveloped the gathering. No one could fathom how this newly arrived Commander could possibly lead them.

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