With over 200,000 martyred soldiers laid to rest under the copper bell at the memorial square, probably no one could have expected such a situation.
The stronghold residents who came to pay their respects to the martyred soldiers could not have expected the dead to actually be able to hear what they were saying. But Milo did not care about that now. He only thought that if he could convince all these martyred spirits to enter his Martyr’s Palace, he could probably do anything he wanted across the entire Alliance of Strongholds.
Even the Stelaria Consortium, which had launched an all-out war and recalled their veterans, only had about 200,000 troops now.
However, just as Daniel had mentioned before, the contract between the user and those who resided in the Martyr’s Palace was an equal one. Even if you summoned the other party, there was nothing you could do if they did not accept your summon.
Amid the commotion, a martyred spirit suddenly said, “What’s with that kid Peter? He actually chose such a dishonest boy to be the next commander?”
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