A direct heir of the Ludendorff family had been taken out, and the way he died was brutally horrific. The signal behind it was obvious to anyone with half a brain.

Someone out there did not take Ludendorff, the King of the Outlands, seriously at all.

Raiden spoke calmly, "Fine. I'll leave this to you. But you know what I want."

Cyril slammed his right fist against his chest and bowed deeply. "Your will is the will of the entire Ludendorff family. I will carry it out to the very end."

Raiden nodded with satisfaction. However, he suddenly added, "The one who killed Marshall was a Holtrien. From what I can tell, this person appears to be quite skilled. At the very least, he's got to be at the martial emperor level or higher. But as far as I know, there aren't many Holtriens in the Outlands with that kind of power."

Cyril sneered viciously. "There aren't many, but not a single one will escape me. If they can't give the Ludendorff family the answers we want, then every last Holtrien in