The Legendary Man

Chapter 961 Location
Meanwhile, in Kremalos Palace, Saspiuburg, the tsar stared blankly at the scene unfolding before him, his expression devoid of
emotion.
Seated on either side of the tsar were Remdik's military advisor, Ivanov, and Savannah, the head of the intelligence department
for the western region.
“What are Geraldo and his men doing? How could they lose when there are three of them against two?” Savannah stood up; her
teeth clenched as she stared at the large screen, her tone full of disapproval.
Her family had always had a tense relationship with Ivanov's family, which was the main reason the tsar appointed her to work
for him and oversee affairs in the western warzone.
The goal was to create a balance between the two families, but Savannah felt utterly humiliated as the troops of the western
warzone suffered frequent defeats in front of the tsar and Ivanov.
She would have ended Geraldo's and his men's lives out of sheer vexation had they not been separated by thousands of miles.
Meanwhile, Ivanov, sitting on the left side of the tsar, was carefully gauging the tsar's reaction.
As Savannah reached for her communication device with the intention to issue new orders to Geraldo and his men, Ivanov, who
thought that it was almost time, intervened.
“Forget it, Savannah. They're no match for them,” he said, his tone measured.
“What do you mean, no match?” Savannah paused and sneered. “You're not here to enjoy my misfortune, are you, Ivanov? Don't
forget that if Charleigh and Jonathan are taken away, and Asura's Office mass-produces cultivators of the Grandmaster Realm,
the eastern warzone will be the first to be affected. Not even your four big regiments will be able to withstand the attack if war
breaks out at River Onxy.”
Ivanov glanced at the tsar, who had yet to state his standpoint, and immediately understood the latter's thoughts.
He got up from his seat and flashed a smile at Savannah.

“You've misunderstood me. What I meant was, no matter how hard you try to pressure Geraldo, given the current situation, he
and his men are no match for those two cultivators from Chanaea.”
“That's impossible.”
Savannah wanted to argue on behalf of her subordinates, but Ivanov's next words silenced her completely.
“Savannah, do you know what that illusory spirit animal is? It's called a soul weapon. It's a technique that involves imprisoning
demon beasts who have turned sentient or the souls of cultivators and refining them into spiritual weapons. This technique has
been lost throughout the ages. Only The Untouchables possess such an ancient weapon now. All I can say is that The
Untouchables from Chanaea have started to get involved, and they are very strong. Geraldo and his men might have had a
chance if they were at their peak, but they've exhausted most of their mental energy after two rounds of battle. They're no match
now.”
Savannah stared at the wretched state of Geraldo and his men on the large screen.
“Untouchables my ass. They're just cowards hiding in a corner...” she said through gritted teeth, seething with frustration.
As Savannah spoke, a hint of mockery flickered in Ivanov's eyes.
“Savannah, your position in Remdik has been secure since your birth. Given your sheltered life, it's understandable that you're
not aware of certain things. Do you know why Chanaea, despite being surrounded by the West Region, Remdik, and Jetroina,
has managed to expand its territory so greatly? The military of Chanaea was a disorganized mess before Asura's Office took
control. If our nations were to go to war, do you not think that Remdik could have easily taken over Chanaea? Why do you think
we, the Remdikians, have worked so hard to keep Merania as a buffer zone and avoid conflict with Chanaea at all costs?”
Savannah wanted to refute, but was at a loss for words.
“The hidden sects and The Untouchables of Chanaea should not be underestimated. How do you think they have managed to
defend such a vast territory with just a few God Realm cultivators? You are still young and inexperienced, Savannah.”
“You...”
Savannah was livid when Ivanov sneered contemptuously, but before she could say anything in retort, the tsar rose from his
seat.

“Have Geraldo and his team follow Charleigh, mark their location, and inform the Divine Wind Army to launch an attack,” ordered
the tsar before leaving the room.
Savannah didn't dare utter a word.
It was clear that the tsar intended to use Geraldo and his team as a target for heavy artillery, wiping out everyone within the
target range.
As the tsar left the room, Ivanov grinned at Savannah.
“Issue the command, Savannah. If this drags on, those three might not even be able to provide their coordinates.”
With that, Ivanov left the room. At that moment, Charleigh's fate rested in Savannah's hands, and Ivanov wanted no part of it,
regardless of the outcome.
Standing alone in the vast room, Savannah stared at the enormous screen in front of her, letting out a deep breath after a few
seconds.
Then, she issued two orders.
The first was directed at Geraldo and his team, instructing them to engage the enemy, keep Charleigh in sight, and await
backup.
The second order was for the Divine Wind Army, gathered in Merania, to launch a short-range missile attack at Geraldo's
coordinates, with the only requirement being to cause extensive damage and destruction.
For Remdik, it was imperative that Charleigh be eliminated at all costs.
Meanwhile, in the vast grasslands of Ibiville, two hundred miles north of Kushburn, a massive army of hundreds of thousands of
soldiers had just gathered and was making its way down south.
When they received the order to stop, the young and inexperienced soldiers, armed to the teeth, looked out of the canvas of their
military trucks in bewilderment.
Jonathan, who was lying in the trunk, breathed a long sigh of relief.
The fact that the army had halted meant that they had reached their destination.

Although Jonathan had no idea about Charleigh and didn't understand why Remdik had conducted such a massive mobilization
of troops to Merania, he was relieved to know he was one step closer to Chanaea now.
He would be able to evade Remdik's pursuit as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
Moreover, it would be relatively easier for Asura's Office to come to his aid since they were currently in Merania. The situation
was advantageous for him.
Just as Jonathan was planning his escape route, the soldiers on his military truck began to disembark as if they had received a
mysterious order.
Peering through a crack in the trunk, he was stunned by what he saw.
A missile vehicle was slowly lowering its support structure to land on the ground about a hundred meters away.
“Remdik's short-range K11 missile...”
Jonathan stared in disbelief at the missile vehicle.
“What in the world are the Remdikians planning?”