Chapter 249: Martial God

When Conshil Wiltonshire walked into his office on the eighty-seventh floor of the Wiltonshire Tower, his assistant Diamond followed him in.

"Chairman, Philip is already gathering his men. He has about a dozen outlaws under him, and they are converging east of the city."

"He's a good kid."

Conshil sat down behind his desk: "Rodrigo will stop him. I know that among those people, not many are truly loyal to him. But you can have someone keep an eye on it, try not to let the kid suffer too much loss."

Then his voice paused: "How are things over there? Diamond. Andre has already moved against the Dragon Witch Cult, hasn't he?"

"Yes, Chairman. According to the information I have, the Essence Factory has been leveled by Master Andre's men. They were very fast; it took them only twelve minutes to take the surface part. However—"

Diamond's tone shifted: "The seven apostles under the Calamity Flame Dragon Lady seem to have been awakened early by the Dragon Witch Cult, and they were provided with very good vessels."

"So you're not optimistic, are you?" Conshil frowned.

"The private army Master Andre has assembled is surprisingly powerful. I think the person who leaked the Dragon Witch Cult's intelligence to him would also be very surprised. Without those seven Calamity Flame Apostles, they would clearly have been capable of taking that underground base. But the outcome now is hard to predict. Even the seven apostles, who have not yet merged into their complete forms, are extremely powerful, comparable to Level 17 magical professionals. Even with the Natural Punisher Dainn Stacy, they would find it difficult to contend with them. Although this will interrupt the 'awakening' of the seven apostles, the Dragon Witch Cult will not allow the resurrection of the Calamity Flame Dragon Lady to be disturbed or interrupted. Additionally, there is the time factor—this is the most critical. They only have forty minutes left, Chairman."

Diamond stated calmly: "I think once it passes midnight, the Dragon Witch Cult will surely have a way to awaken the Calamity Flame Dragon Lady Adrianna within Hazel's body."

Conshil turned his office chair and looked toward the eastern district, his face shifting with uncertainty.

"Chairman, if you must intervene, I suggest you do so under the name of Master Philip."

Diamond offered his suggestion: "Master Philip just gave us a good opportunity, though it might be a bit unfair to him."

"But if I do that, wouldn't I become a dirty person in his eyes?"

Conshil Wiltonshire let out a wry laugh, then his gaze turned cold: "Follow the planned course. Deploy the Gemini Twins. Resolve the issue as quickly as possible before twelve o'clock. They are ready, aren't they?"

"Understood! This may have serious repercussions, not good for either you or Master Andre. Although these are forces you have secretly cultivated, Chairman, they may not escape the notice of their informants. But you have already made up your mind, haven't you, Chairman?"

Just as Diamond was saying this, the internal phone on the corner of the desk suddenly rang. He paused his words and pressed the speakerphone button for Conshil.

Then a pleasant female voice came from the speaker: "Chairman, this is Ines, the front desk manager. There is a lady in the first-floor lobby who insists on meeting you. She says her name is Judith Brown, and she is your friend."

"Judith Brown? Mrs. Brown? One of the most famous astrologers on the East Coast of America."

Diamond quickly identified her, then looked puzzled: "Ask her what it's about."

He knew that the relationship between his boss and Mrs. Brown was far from friendly.

"I come guided by fate."

At that moment, another woman's voice came through the speaker, soft and charming: "Conshil, the stars tell me I must stop you from doing something foolish."

"Foolish?"

Conshil Wiltonshire's gaze turned cold: "Can you explain your words, Mrs. Brown? You are displeasing me."

"No matter how much I anger you, I had to come."

Mrs. Brown sighed: "I know you understand, Conshil. I know you. You are gathering strength; you want to make them pay. You have never given up on revenge, have you? You try to pretend to forget everything that came before, treating everyone with coldness. But everyone who knows you knows that she and her child are still your weakness. However, Conshil, your opponents are not just them. Conshil Wiltonshire now has enemies both inside and outside. He is watching you from above, and Hannah's children are also eyeing those you care about. They are waiting for your move, Conshil."

Conshil remained unmoved, still using a flat tone: "Mrs. Brown, if you only intend to say these nonsensical things, then I'll have to hang up. It's already eleven o'clock on Thursday, madam. If you insist on meeting me, I can have my assistant schedule a time for you on Monday morning."

"A meeting won't be necessary. I know you're busy now. But Conshil, I've brought you some good news this time. In the past two days, I've seen the threads of fate violently disturbed in the Atlanta sky."

"Disturbed?"

"Conshil, the future is changing. Some stars have deviated from their predetermined paths."

Mrs. Brown's voice carried a hint of incredulity and melancholy: "Last night, I dreamed of your descendant with her. He was plucking a golden scepter from raging flames, and behind this youth stood a girl with black dragon wings, clad in battle armor, surrounded by calamity flames, like a valkyrie from myth. I have already seen her face. It must be beyond your imagination."

"A prophetic dream?"

At this, Conshil's expression finally shifted.

"The valkyrie you mentioned—do you mean Hazel?"

"I can't explain in detail; it would affect my lifespan and interfere with the future. But it's obvious that your descendant has a great future; his prospects won't end today. Conshil, I hate you to the bone, and I'm sure you feel the same. But for her sake, our positions are aligned now. So Conshil, please be patient, alright? Of course, if you insist, I won't stop you."

With that, Mrs. Brown hung up the phone. Then, with a faint smile, she looked at a professional woman in front of her, a blue spiritual light flickering in her eyes: "Ines, is it? I think you should forget me. Between 11:20 and 11:30, no one came here, right?"

As she spoke, the front desk manager named Ines and the colleagues around her suddenly looked dazed.

Meanwhile, in the monitoring room of the Wiltonshire Tower, several security personnel eating lunch frowned at the monitors in front of them. The screens that should have been showing the first floor of the building were, for some reason, covered in static.

"Valkyrie?"

Conshil, in the chairman's office, fell into deep thought.

"Chairman, Mrs. Brown is an excellent astrologer; her prophetic dreams are very accurate. As she said, she has no reason to deceive you now. Whether for revenge or for the sake of your wife, her position aligns with yours."

Diamond suggested again: "I think we can consider holding off for now and observe first."