Making Millions With The Eyes Of God by Eric Gus

Chapter 843

The Ice Venerable Master indeed possessed a remarkable spiritual weapon.

It was a significant reason he could emerge from the Storm’s Eye after ten thousand years.

Of course, he would never resort to using this spiritual weapon unless it was a matter of life and death.

Having reached a decision with the eight Ice Kings, the Ice Venerable Master stepped out of his cavernous retreat. With a command, he led tens of thousands of his ice clan’s warriors toward Fensville.

In the Fensville of the Golden Tower Empire.

In the cloudless sky, the sun was shining brightly.

Inside the city, it was business as usual with bustling streets, the hustle and bustle of crowds, and a lively atmosphere.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a calamity had already entered the borders of the Golden Tower Empire and was about to descend upon Fensville.

Street vendors hawked their wares loudly and enthusiastically.

In the taverns, young nobles clinked their cups merrily.

In the theatre, beautiful courtesans plucked their musical instruments with delicate grace.

And on a bridge, a lady of high birth, unmatched in elegance, watched a pair of ducks frolicking in the water below, her maid holding an umbrella over her.

Everything was as picturesque and natural as could be.

But just then, the sky, which had been clear moments ago, suddenly darkened.

This odd shift made everyone–the shouting vendors, the merry young nobles, the courtesan, the lady on the bridge–look up in surprise.

Then, they saw dark clouds rolling in the sky at some point.

The sky filled with a sudden oppressiveness, as if storm clouds were pressing directly upon Fensville.

“Eh, what’s with the weather? It was clear as far as the eye could see, and now it’s suddenly covered in clouds?” a vendor grumbled, his brow furrowed as he gazed at the overcast sky above.

“Folks, looks like we’re in for a downpour, huh?” slurred a slightly drunken young noble in the tavern, his gaze listless as he stared into the sky.

The courtesan in the theatre, her fingers dancing across the strings, felt a wave of melancholy wash over her as she watched the sky grow dark. The weather seemed as foul as the hand fate had dealt her.

And on the bridge, the maid holding the umbrella saw the clouds gathering thick and fast, and couldn’t help but urge her young lady, “Miss, let’s hurry back! It’s going to start raining any minute now!”

Similarly, within the palace of Fensville, the imperial guards stood in formidable rows, their blades a forest of steel, ready

for battle.

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grand hall in the palace, surrounded by tens of thousands of these imperial guards, stood Huston, Amy,

all fixed upon

chilling aura of malice pressed

the oppressive

knew the Ice

the Ice Clan army was arriving, riding the clouds, silently

Reed, the Ice Clan army is upon us!” Yacouba’s

and Amy also

stand against the Ice Venerable

only

was the epitome

dense ranks of the Ice Clan army

for worry, Your Majesty, Your

protecting the palace. If the Ice Venerable Master can break

upon hearing Gilmore’s words, felt a profound

aware of the sprawling army above them in the darkened sky, with their swords ready and their

among the

there’s an army in the

“Where did this

army

come from?”

army has come from, it must

scattered, disappearing into

eye,

Venerable Master gazed down at Fensville with a glint of cold light in his eyes. He then turned to the eight Ice Kings and commanded, “Lead five thousand of our elite troops

Kings bowed and responded, “As you wish, venerable

force of five thousand downward

filled the air, a cacophony against

city’s defenses, wanting to know if the Fensvale was

formations.

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elite force would

of their own making led the charge of

they neared Fensville, just several feet from the city’s airspace, a thunderous boom echoed through the

dazzling barrier appeared above