Chapter 3006: Arrival of the Three Saints, March to Demand Justice

Carson Flores’s introduction instantly dissolved the strangers’ feelings among the group, bridging their psychological distance.

Jarett Roth and the others once again witnessed Carson Flores’s extraordinary charisma. It was hard for them to imagine how a Great Land Immortal—no, at that time, Carson Flores wasn’t even a Great Land Immortal—had managed to maneuver among numerous powerful forces, eventually forging ties with these forces’ leaders, making them all indebted to him.

Absolutely unimaginable!

After some small talk, Carson Flores adopted a serious demeanor and said, "Since everyone has no objections, next, all the new members need to report their abilities, magical treasures, and detailed information. We’ll then reorganize the battle formations based on individual characteristics and conduct a short-term special training."

"On the battlefield, fighting alone is the least wise approach. Forming small groups for mutual support and collaboration can unleash greater combat effectiveness. Even if we confront someone stronger in power or higher in realm, we aim to avoid being instantly defeated. Regardless of gaining merit, this ensures our survival!"

"Given that we now have quite a number of Great Land Prime Immortals, we plan to deploy all Superior Grade Great Land Prime Immortals, configuring them as our elite spearhead against the strongest enemies. Middle Grade Great Land Prime Immortals will be the second echelon, while Lower Grade Great Land Prime Immortals will serve as team leaders, mobilizing all Great Land Immortals, Profound Immortals, and Heavenly Immortals."

"Our goal is to complete all the reorganization, achieving a structure where each Heavenly Immortal is backed by a Great Land Immortal, each Profound Immortal preceded by a Great Land Immortal, each Great Land Immortal led by a Lower Grade Great Land Prime Immortal, layered like a sieve to ensure our battle formation’s integrity and cohesion."

Everyone nodded in agreement, expressing their approval.

If the Third Squad is a sharp indestructible spear, then the numerous Superior Grade Great Land Prime Immortals are the spear’s tip, the sharpest and strongest point. The second echelon of Middle Grade Great Land Prime Immortals forms the spear’s shaft, followed by countless teams led by Lower Grade Great Land Prime Immortals converging into the spear’s body.

A thousand five hundred people acting as one, where the spearhead points, conquering all!

The construction of the entire spear is incredibly robust, unified as one. To shatter this spear requires complete destruction; otherwise, it cannot be stopped nor left behind!

That night, fifteen hundred personal profiles were gathered in Carson Flores’s hands. Carson Flores and his team pored over the documents all night, eventually finalizing the reorganization plan.

The next day, the reorganization work began.

Nearly a thousand veterans easily integrated five hundred new recruits, divided into teams formed by Superior Grade Great Land Prime Immortals, a second group of Middle Grade Great Land Prime Immortals, and Lower Grade Great Land Prime Immortals serving as team leaders forming the third group.

Once reorganized, the training commenced without interruption.

Charging into battle, once separated from your unit, once isolated, it equates to courting death.

Don’t boast about the Great Land Prime Immortal’s survival skills; you might be skilled, but others might not be!

Countless methods against the Great Land Prime Immortals exist on the battlefield, hard to defend against. Even if a Superior Grade Great Land Prime Immortal is isolated and targeted by the enemy, they’re likely doomed.

On this day, the group completed their training and returned to camp.

Carson Flores was chatting with Lorvian Randall when he suddenly noticed Lorvian Randall stop in his tracks, his face revealing a tense expression, eyes staring fixedly ahead.

It seemed as if the surroundings suddenly fell silent, turning incomparably quiet.

Carson Flores instinctively turned his head and saw the Master of Path standing at the camp entrance, hands behind his back.

The Master of Path’s gaze fell on Carson Flores, his expression wryly amused.

Behind the Master of Path stood Cyrveth McCarty, the unfortunate Quasi-Saint from the Skyreach Sect whose Life-bound Magic Treasure, the Heaven-devouring Altar, was stolen by The Holy Thief Varric Combs.

Apart from Cyrveth McCarty, there was another towering Barbarian Tribe member, standing over two meters tall with a robust physique adorned with various tattoos like an iron tower, exerting immense pressure. His eyes were fixed on Carson Flores, filled with overt hostility, without any concealment.

Being able to stand alongside Cyrveth McCarty, matching his aura, only the Southern Wilderness King could fit such a description, right?

Goodness, three Quasi-Saints showed up at once; are they here for me?

My influence is really that great?

Though shocked, Carson Flores felt no fear.

This is a military camp, not some deserted place, with countless eyes watching around.

Carson Flores smiled slightly: "Carson Flores greets Master Path, Senior McCarty... This imposing presence, with such evident hostility, should be the Southern Wilderness King?"

The Master of Path’s gaze swept over the large group behind Carson Flores, his voice bright: "Separated for three days, and you see someone in a new light. Just how many years has it been, and you’ve already transformed into an officer of the War God Mansion, a meritorious agent? With this grand move, you’ve captured the allegiance of my Ten Thousand Immortals Domain’s Four Sects, including the Ice Snow Castle of one of the Twelve Immortal Kings under your command. I truly underestimated you back then..."