My queen is rebelling!

Mavis frowned slightly and asked:

"Do these people have the ability?

The Petrov family has been operating here for so many years, and they should not be underestimated.

Moreover, in my opinion, the masked leader looks more like a dashing and charming noble young master."

Belmode knew Mavis's doubts, so she told her about the conversation she had with Cohen after they met, as well as Cohen's identity as the "Lord of Shadows".

After listening to Belmode's account, a curious and surprised look flashed in Mavis's pupils, and she quickly asked:

"Are those things he said in the letter really not just nonsense?"

Belmode shook her head and said:

"It's hard to judge, but my intuition tends to believe he wasn't lying."

Mavis gently stroked the piano keys, a thought-provoking smile appeared under her black veil, and asked:

"He knows so much about the 'Sequencer' group, and even knows the [Calamity Ⅱ] formula for my sister's promotion to the mid-stage of the Legendary rank.

Do you think he might also know the potion formula for [Musician]'s promotion to [Conductor]?"

"Anyway, everyone is in 'Farmer City-State', what do you think would happen if I caught him and forced him to reveal the formula?

Anyway, I am now an ally of Ivan's side, and taking action in this capacity would not violate my sister's principles."

Belmode gently rubbed her forehead and said:

"You better not play too much, after all, he is my partner."

Mavis nodded quickly:

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

… …

Cohen looked at the robed fellow in front of him, codenamed "Clerk", who was his contact with the "Farmers' Association", and let out a faint smile.

After this person came today to report the specific time of the "Farmers' Association"'s actions.

He actually revealed his identity directly, admitting that he was the Witch's secret agent.

Cohen wasn't too surprised, and asked with interest:

"Why are you suddenly not pretending?

Are you from the [Listener]?

Were you originally planted here, or were you developed later?

Are there any of your people in the 'Cultivation Society' and the 'Farmers' Association'?"

The "Clerk" had no expression on his face. To Cohen's series of questions, he only replied calmly:

"These are not within my authorized scope, I cannot answer.

My confession to you is at the Witch's instruction.

She has an action plan that she wants me to pass on to you, and brought her message——

‘Don't make too big of a mess, if you can't clean up the situation in the end, just leave the 'Lost Land' obediently.’"

Cohen was slightly surprised and said:

"What action plan?"

The "Clerk" said:

"Ivan and his men's action plan against the 'Farmers' Association' riot tomorrow."

Cohen thought to himself, so you still won't admit that you have planted secret agents in the "Cultivation Society"?

Such confidential information has been discovered, who could it be?

Could it be that the "Listener" took action personally?

Looking at the plan drafted by Ivan, Cohen raised his eyebrows slightly.

The opponent's strength was about the same as he had estimated, even without this plan, there wouldn't be too many mistakes.

But since it's available, there's no reason not to use it, some of his arrangements need to be adjusted appropriately.

Cohen looked at the plan and couldn't help but smile mockingly:

"It seems that Ivan is also dissatisfied with the noble families in the city-state.

Alright, I already know the plan, you can go back and report."

Cohen called all of his team members and made some slight adjustments to the previous mission plan.

The codename for this operation was "Farmer Justice".

The final action plan was this—Thomas Wade led his peasant army as bait.

To attract Ivan and his subordinates, the security army.

Arnold led the Tiger Legion to encircle them.

Margaret supported as a battlefield priest.

Three thousand Tiger Legion soldiers, two thousand of whom were with Thomas Wade's men, to fight against the opponent's security army.

The remaining one thousand restrained the seventh-order Ivan and his two sixth-order bodyguards.

He took Asuna, met with "Vegetable Farmer" and his men in the city, and confronted Rice, Cornell, and Oliver, attacking the executive government.

Winsadele was responsible for confronting Barry and Saffron, assisting the farmers and craftsmen who were rioting in the city.

As for Grace, who had just joined the team, she took Freya and Nefertis, lurking secretly, as a mobile force to prevent unexpected situations.

Cohen looked at the seven neatly arranged "Endless Blade" team members in the room and concluded:

"This is the first public appearance of our 'Endless Blade' adventure group in the 'Lost Land'. We must achieve a perfect and beautiful victory as the prelude to our 'Endless Blade' becoming famous on the continent!

Of course, safety should be the top priority.

The pressure on the West Gate may be greater.

The Tiger Legion is participating in combat for the first time. If they cannot complete the annihilation for a while, they should focus on containment first.

Wait for the two groups of us to solve our respective enemies, and then go to support you.

There is only one principle, Ivan and his security army and those subordinates and bodyguards, none of them can be let go!"

After speaking, Cohen focused on the two most powerful gold-ranked members of the team.

Winsadele and Grace.

The two understood, and Winsadele said:

"If our previous contact with Saffron has worked, a fifth-order Barry and those Cultivation Society members and police officers will not have too much impact on me.

I will try to end the battle in the shortest possible time and support Arnold."

Grace also nodded and said:

"I will also pay attention to the situation on all three routes, and will act in time in case of emergencies."

Cohen took out seven exquisite small bottles and handed them to the others one by one:

"This is a magic potion reagent that can increase explosive power in a short time. If you are in a stalemate or a moment of crisis, you can take it."

Energy drinks, Cohen charged a total of nine copies three days in advance.

Except for Winsadele and Grace, everyone else had seen Cohen use this kind of thing before.

So they were not surprised.

Winsadele and Grace were very interested. The latter fiddled with the bottle and said:

"Can this thing be stored permanently?"

Cohen shook his head and said:

"Like ordinary magic potions, there is a time limit. If you don't take it, it will dissipate in seven days."

Cohen had also considered storing "Energy Drinks" crazily before, after all, it could increase combat power by more than 20%. If his soldiers could have one per person, then the combat power would be even more unimaginable.

But later he found that the "Energy Drinks" produced by the "Equipment Warehouse" had a shelf life of only seven or eight days after entering reality, just like ordinary magic potions on the continent.

To store it on a large scale, you must find a container that can extend the storage time of the magic potion.

In fact, Cohen chose the "Mysterious Continent" of the "Lord of Sequences" in order to find a way to store magic potions for a long time.

Sequencers have the highest use and dependence on magic potions, and they may have similar preservation methods.

Grace shook the bottle and said:

"That's a bit of a pity."

Obviously, she was also having the same idea as Cohen.

After notifying everyone of the precautions, Cohen slowly pulled out his sword, his face unprecedentedly solemn and serious:

"I announce that the 'Farmer Justice' operation has officially begun!"

Arnold, left fist clenched, held it firmly across his chest and bowed slightly to Cohen.

The other members also followed Arnold's example and bowed to Cohen.

Even the Elf Princess Windsler Windrunner, who joined later, and Grace Tang, the Eldest Princess of the Eastern Empire, hesitated slightly before bowing and pledging their allegiance to Cohen.

Regardless of their status outside, if they wanted to continue working with Cohen, here they were just ordinary members of the 'Endless Blade'!

Cohen, holding his sword, thrust it diagonally towards the sky, then swung it down heavily, his voice filled with powerful confidence and determination:

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"Where my sword points, victory follows!

Where my sword swings, glory lies beyond!

Endless Blade, move out!"

With this oath-like cry, the 'Endless Blade,' destined to sweep across the continent in the future, was about to issue its first world-shaking sword cry in the 'Lost Land's' 'Cultivator City-State'!

…

Late at night, the inky sky was shrouded in heavy dark clouds, and a torrential downpour poured down like crazy.

The westernmost part of the city-state, the closest to the 'Wasteland,' was the largest residential area in the city, inhabited by over ninety percent of the city-state's farmers and craftsmen.

Most of these houses were built from yellow mud and straw, and the years had left deep marks on them.

The roofs were covered with layers of thatch, which had become sparse and dilapidated under the downpour, unable to withstand the rain's invasion, dripping into the house and making the already damp ground even more muddy.

The walls were made of rammed yellow mud, and due to years of disrepair, many cracks and potholes had appeared.

Most families didn't have any decent furniture either, at most a few dilapidated wooden beds, a rickety table, and a few equally dilapidated chairs.

The bedding on the beds had been washed until it was pale, and there were still stubborn stains on the edges.

In 'Cultivator City-State,' a place where agriculture was the main industry, population was the greatest productivity.

Therefore, almost every dilapidated bed was crowded with six or seven children with severely malnourished and weak bodies.

Yet, even in such harsh living conditions, every year they had to take a large portion of their already meager salaries and hand it over to the 'Cultivation Society' as a fee for living in the 'Order City-State.'

The rain grew heavier and heavier!

In the raging rain, a ragged farmer, revealing the stubborn, hard muscles of his chest, slowly walked out of a broken house.

A core member of the 'Farmers' Association,' codenamed 'Peasant'!

A third-tier peak [Cultivator]!

He tore off his already tattered shirt, wrapped it around his right arm, tied a knot, and walked past the simple houses of the farmers and craftsmen.

The clear, powerful sound of his footsteps even drowned out the sound of the rain.

As the footsteps sounded, a series of commotions began to ring out continuously from the dilapidated farmhouses.

From time to time, there were also women's sobs and children's cries.

Soon, the creaking sound of doors opening rang out, and a robust farmer strode out of the house.

His face was serious and resolute, his eyes flashing with fiery sparks.

He held a hoe tightly in his hand, the tool he usually used to till the land. The head was forged from a piece of hard refined iron, and after countless hammerings and polishings, it had a deep, dark gray color.

Sharp blades could be clearly seen on the edge, capable of easily biting open the hard soil and paving the way for crop growth.

But tonight, it would bite open the heads of those landlords, nobles, gentry, and capitalists, to pave a way for their own future!

He took firm steps, silently and resolutely following behind the 'Peasant.'

Then, the second, the third… more and more farmers walked out of the broken houses, out of the sobs and wails of their wives and children.

The rain washed the farming tools in their hands until they were shiny and bright, flashing with a cold light.

They were like a silent stream, slowly gathering, turning into an unstoppable torrent.

Everyone was silent, but the firm and powerful footsteps told of the determination in their hearts.

More and more people, the silent torrent gradually grew, the rough figures intertwined, like a dark cloud, pressing towards the core area of the city-state.

Their footsteps were like war drums beating, shaking the earth.

It was also like a death knell about to be rung, as for whom this death knell was ringing, it no longer mattered.

At this moment, they had only one goal in their hearts, to pour every ounce of strength in their bodies into those landlords, gentry, and their lackeys who usually strutted around and squeezed their blood, tears, and sweat!

Everyone tore up their ragged clothes and tied a knot on their right arm.

Born to death, bound by death!

The 'Peasant' stepped forward, came to the crowd, raised the sickle in his hand high, and roared to the sky:

"Share the fields!"

Everyone roared in unison, shaking the sky:

"Share the fields!"

…

"Share the food!"

"Share the food!"

…

"Share the clothes!"

"Share the clothes!"

…

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

The 'Peasant' finally burst out a roar from the depths of his dantian:

"You bastard, your farmer grandpa is here!"

"Kill!"

…

The core area of the city-state contained core institutions such as the executive government, armory, and granary, as well as the garden mansions of many high-level society members, patrolled by a standing police force 24 hours a day.

Initially, there were 20 squads of 50 people each, with a total of 1,000 personnel.

The police chief also served as the captain of the police brigade, with two standing companies under his command, each company with 10 squads and 500 people.

The two standing companies rotated patrols to ensure that 500 standing police officers guarded the core area every day.

Tonight, the one in charge of the patrol was Hunter, the captain of the first standing company, as the nephew of the vice president of the 'Cultivation Society,' in theory, he had ten squads and 500 police officers under his command.

However, there were too many empty positions and favors in the police station, basically only about two or three hundred people.

He was also one of only two transcendents in this three-hundred-man company.

Late at night, he had just staggered out of a dinner party, drunk and disoriented, and rarely remembered his night watch duty.

Thinking of taking a stroll through the patrol area to sober up, his eyes inadvertently swept across the distance.

Suddenly, the extraordinary vision brought by the excellent physical qualities of a transcendent attracted him to a dark shadow in the distance.

The shadow seemed like a dark cloud, slowly moving towards the core area behind him.

At first, Hunter thought he was mistaken, he rubbed his eyes and looked again.

As the shadow got closer and closer, and the view became clearer, a strange fear, like an invisible hand, quietly gripped his heart.

He finally saw clearly that the dark mass was clearly an army of thousands of peasant insurgents!