Chapter 587 Bath Palace, Principality of Bekens, City Walls.
The towering city walls were filled with representatives of the Magic Association and Western powers, all gazing towards the direction of the City of Chaos, eagerly awaiting its arrival.
It can be said that the outcome of the battle between Milo and his companions and the messenger of God from the Mad Cult was the most important factor in determining the outcome of the war.
"They're back!"
A sharp-eyed Western leader pointed to two tiny figures on the distant desert horizon and exclaimed with delight.
His voice immediately attracted the attention of everyone else, and they all looked in the direction he was pointing. When they saw that it really was Milo and Ryan returning, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The mage who remained in the Duchy of Bekens to oversee the Magic Association's affairs smiled and said to the attendant behind him:
"Go prepare a victory celebration banquet."
"Yes." The waiter was also affected by the crowd's high spirits, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
As Milo and Ryan flew back to the Duchy of Bekens, dozens of leaders who were waiting for them on the city walls came to greet them.
"President Milo, you are the benefactor of our Western Alliance! Your victory not only preserved the Principality of Bekens, but also saved countless people in the West! We will never forget this achievement!"
"President Milo, in today's battle, you truly deserve to be called the number one magician on the continent! The victory banquet is ready, please allow us to raise a glass to you to celebrate this great victory!"
"President, your feat of defeating an eighth-order demigod with the power of a seventh-order god will surely be sung throughout the world. Our Magic Association is proud of you!"
As soon as the dozens of people on the city wall flew up to Milo and Renn, they began praising Milo's achievements.
Milo listened to the praise around him without expression.
If he had actually killed Kaspian, he might have been happy, but now Kaspian was only seriously injured and could come back at any time, so there was no reason for him to be happy.
Milo raised his hand to stop the crowd's praise, saying, "Alright, don't get too excited yet, the war is far from over."
Upon hearing this, everyone began to guess what Milo meant. One of the Western leaders suddenly realized and said:
"Oh! You mean the remnants of those fanatical cults? Don't worry, you can leave them to us."
Other leaders chimed in, "Yes, yes, we can handle these small matters. There's no need to trouble you, Chairman."
The Mad Cult occupies many countries, and acquiring them would be a significant boost to their power.
Milo said, "Caspian, that is, the divine messenger, is not dead. He has escaped."
As soon as the words were spoken, the Western leaders in the air froze on the spot, their smiles slowly fading away.
"They...they got away!?"
"Then what should we do?"
"Even the president couldn't kill him even after using the Magic Association's trump card!"
For a moment, these leaders all showed shock on their faces.
Milo flew slowly past these people towards the Principality of Bekens, and slowly spoke:
"Don't panic. Kaspian has been severely damaged by our Magic Association this time. It will take him at least a year and a half to recover."
"As long as we find his hiding place in advance, we can kill him once he recovers."
Upon hearing Milo's words, more than a dozen Western leaders quickly followed in his footsteps, their eyes showing agreement.
"Yes, yes, yes."
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