Chapter 517: Watching the Battle

"Philip I still hasn't made a move! He may have already left the Hermit Manor."

"The Benedict family's army remains in place, but they have entered a state of combat readiness. Our people observed that both the Benedict Third Armored Division and the Fifth Armored Division have started the engines of their armored vehicles."

"Many legends of the Howard family have assembled. They are gathered at Howard Manor, their intentions unclear."

"Margaret and her two siblings' private army has assumed an attack posture."

Late at night, near the 'Sword-Questioning Manor' in Atlanta, inside the new headquarters of the Rising Sun Security Company, Michael Wood and Sampson Brut were gathered together.

And seated above them were Hazel, quietly meditating, along with the demigod shield warrior Victor Maxim and the legendary mage Alex Granger.

They were intently staring at a screen—an observation image of the Astral Realm from Granger's magic tower. However, due to strong energy interference in the astral void, the images they saw were blurry, making it difficult to discern the real battle situation there.

Just then, the lights in this war room flickered, and arcs of electricity flowed.

"Everyone, can you explain this to me?"

Appearing before them was a figure entirely composed of lightning: "I simply don't understand what kind of situation this is. The entire Sword Manor is on edge, and I can also sense the powerful wills of several demigods in Atlanta clashing with each other. Is this epic-level war about to begin?"

"It's not certain yet, Mr. Demacia."

Michael Wood cast a glance of some respect at the figure who sat shoulder to shoulder with Hazel and Maxim.

"The boss has already engaged the Medici family in the Astral Realm. Considering your current condition, which is unsuitable for combat, the boss did not inform you."

"Astral Realm? Medici?"

The lightning figure looked around himself: "He only brought Robert? Then who are the enemies they face? Mr. Banfield, do you know?"

"Ms. Delphine Eadric is fighting alongside the boss."

Clark Banfield explained expressionlessly: "Their enemies are three demigods and seven legends. Lionheart Druid Kito Medici, the Judgment Angel, the Purple Archbishop (also known as the Chief Archbishop) Ilse Medici, and the Void Sorcerer Divi."

"The Night Void King is also there?"

The lightning figure's voice carried relief: "Then it's fine. So, the boss's aim is to use the lives of these three Medici demigods to force the other side into war, right? That's not a bad strategy."

Hearing this, Michael Wood's eyelids slightly closed.

He had known Li Mochen's intention before this operation began. But he was not very optimistic about whether the boss could successfully take down those three Medici demigods.

Although Li Mochen had repeatedly surprised him since he joined the Rising Sun Group, this time his boss had only brought Robert and Delphine.

On the other side, all three were long-established, powerful beings with formidable combat prowess.

Yet this Mr. Demacia, who sat on par with Maxim, confirmed the feasibility of this operation with a very confident tone.

"Does Mr. Demacia mean that the boss indeed has a chance of winning?"

"Of course!" The lightning figure gave a scoffing laugh: "If the boss weren't great enough, I wouldn't be here. Demacia does not submit to the weak. In fact, even just Robert alone would be hard for the other side to handle. That woman can rival a sorcerer with two hours of charging."

"I'm not worried about the boss's combat strength, only about the power the Medici family possesses."

This came from a beautiful woman seated one place below Michael Wood—Caroline Zhukov, a former colleague of Victor Maxim, a fifth-level legendary shadow known as the Red Widow.

She said thoughtfully: "The Medici family belongs to the Old Continent; moving against them indeed won't provoke hostile actions from the government. But the Medici are, after all, a supreme family. They have eight demigods and five mythical artifacts. However, the key to their strength lies in their sorcerer, Benjamin Medici, and the Miracle Angel, the Red Archbishop Weimar Medici, who is said to rival the 'King of Angels,' along with their hundreds of thousands of angelic legions and the Ancestral Gate that seals the power of their many ancestors."

"The angelic legions cannot enter the New Continent, and as for the Ancestral Gate, the Medici family won't open it lightly. Weimar Medici will not participate in the war either."

Clark Banfield shook his head: "The struggle for the papacy is intensifying, and his standing in the Church of Light is high; he won't give others a handle at this time. As for Benjamin Medici, he is already a lich. I doubt he would dare to appear before the boss. Even if he does enter the fray, there's still Michelle Medici to respond; that one in Manhattan can't shirk responsibility."

"Even so, the chances of the boss dealing a heavy blow to the Medici family in one go are slim."

Alex Granger rubbed his chin: "If Philip I doesn't react, I guess the final result will be a truce. The boss will force the Medici family to withdraw from this war. What a domineering guy. Though I personally love peace, the boss's way of dealing with enemies still impresses me."

"So now, a great war is imminent?"

The lightning-formed figure's tone was meaningful: "But if Philip I endures it, then the situation becomes interesting."

"That would mean—"

Sampson Brut opened his eyes, his gaze cold: "The matters they are plotting and preparing are more important than the help the Medici family provides them."

Meanwhile, on the 45th floor of the Money Wing building, the people gathered in the closed meeting room were also unable to sleep.

"This really caught us off guard—"

Unlike the blurry images at 'Sword-Questioning Manor,' here, thanks to the ability of a powerful astrologer, the images they observed were extremely clear.

"This is already a mid-stage divine authority of life and death!"

This was Michelle's security director, Pank, watching the images from the Astral Realm with great interest: "Boss, I have to admit, this is really cool! Those seven legendary mages are unlikely to survive. Now it depends on whether the Medici family is willing to let these three demigods fall."

"The answer to that question is obvious."

Michelle said as he unbuttoned his trench coat: "So this annoying little guy has also backed me into a corner."

"But this is undoubtedly a smart move." It was a sharply dressed woman: "I can tell you admire him, boss. I think only with such boldness can one be worthy of being Angela's husband, right?"

"Yeah, Samiri, you're right, but I'm still in a bad mood. Pank, keep an eye on this place for me, OK? I'll need about two hours—"

With these words, Michelle's figure vanished from the spot.

"Also, keep an eye on Atlanta and watch their movements!"

"Understood, boss!"

The middle-aged man named Pank's eyes flickered briefly as he glanced at the map of America, especially the southern region.

If war broke out in full and the Medici family were drawn in, then the Michelle Group naturally could not stay out of it.