Village Head's Debauchery
chapter-1061

Evaline chuckled at her nephew's response and followed behind as they entered.

Orion swiftly removed his cloak and changed into his previous attire before heading toward the Outward Stronghold.

He arrived at the stronghold within the protective fort within minutes. He nodded at the warriors on duty, who were taking turns within the fort, and then walked toward Seth, who was waiting at the entrance of the building.

"I came as quickly as I could. What's the reason you called, Chief?" Seth asked curiously.

"Have you managed to get the spies to talk yet?" Orion asked.

"Some have, but not all," Seth nodded. "However, I believe they'll start soon."

"Good. There's no need to waste more time on this-I have a way to make them talk," Orion responded.

Seth's brow raised in surprise at Orion's words. "How?"

"You'll see. Let's head inside first," Orion replied, pushing the door open and leading in.

Seth quickly regained his composure and followed him inside.

One Hour Later

Orion and Seth walked out of the room. While Orion smiled slightly under his mask, Seth's expression was utter disbelief, as though he had just witnessed something extraordinary. Taking a deep breath, Seth finally asked, "What kind of technique was that?" His eyes fixed on Orion.

"It's a Divine Art called the One-Winged Chains of Eternal Submission," Orion replied, explaining the details of the Divine Art.

When he finished, Seth nodded in understanding. Having mastered various arts and techniques himself, he was familiar with their uniqueness and versatility, the ability to bend the forces of the world to one's will and perform miraculous feats once thought to be the domain of the gods. So, he wasn't entirely surprised by the capabilities of the Divine Art after hearing Orion's explanation.

"Is it listed in the catalogue?" Seth asked, his tone serious.

The catalogue was a compendium containing information about the artefacts and techniques currently in Paradise's possession, which Orion had helped secure. It was compiled using the Prismerions' Ancient Codex and the knowledge Aerialia had provided.

Access to the catalogue was restricted, and the techniques were available only to warriors with enough contribution points to purchase them, ensuring they weren't misused.

Fortunately, Orion shook his head. "No, I know its power, so I didn't include it in the catalogue. I hadn't planned to use it and only remembered it due to the brewing rebellion in the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City." He was cautious about which techniques were included in the catalogue, as this was a crucial growth phase for Paradise.

"Thank goodness," Seth exhaled in relief. "It's best never to add an art like that to the catalogue. We don't want to face issues with something so powerful. But now that we know where the remaining spies are, we can purge them from each Runaway City and even turn a few into undercover spies, as you suggested."

Orion nodded. "While you handle that, take care of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City. I'll inform you about the plans I have for them later." He recalled that he still needed to call a healer for Sy'ra's injuries and provide Eleanora and Ballesha with the resources he had promised.

Although Paradise currently only possesses artefact- and technique-related resources, their exceptional quality would suffice to fulfil his current promises. He had already delegated the other resources for the Runaway Cities to Paradise's representatives, so he had no further concerns.

"However, we need Zogar to arrive first before we can begin. I've already sent him a message; he'll be here soon," Orion added.

"I'll go inform the warriors to prepare and verify the spies' whereabouts," Seth responded with a nod. He was eager to root out the spies and turn them against the forces that had sent them.

Orion watched as Seth turned and left, then went to another room on a different floor where the former emperor of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City was being held on the second floor. Upon reaching the door, he entered the room.

One Hour Later

Orion sat comfortably in a chair, watching as the wound on his thumb healed rapidly. He then shifted his attention to Greroth, who knelt on the floor.

Greroth's clothes were torn and charred, his body covered in burn scars and fresh wounds as if he'd been struck by lightning multiple times. His injuries were severe, and he was only able to remain on his kneels because of his powerful physique.

"Once you've fully recovered, you'll assist in restructuring the forthcoming foundation of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City," Orion stated. He was confident that with the help of Evaline and Greroth, his vision for the Runaway City would unfold seamlessly.

"Thank you for entrusting me with such an important task, Supreme Leader. I promise to give it my all," Greroth replied, his expression calm but his tone filled with anticipation.

Orion nodded. "I'll be counting on you, then." He stood, turned, and left the room.

Though it had taken considerable effort to force Greroth to swear loyalty to Paradise- culminating in the inscription of the slave rune-the effort had been worth it.

Orion quickly exited the room and proceeded to another on the same floor. Upon entering, he found Zogar waiting patiently for his arrival. The room was a simple waiting area with five comfortable chairs arranged around a table laden with kale and various other fruits.

Zogar immediately stood and greeted, "Chief, is something wrong? I came as soon as I could," he asked curiously. Though he was slightly stronger than Seth, they were both five- star warriors, so he was intrigued by the situation requiring his assistance.

Orion quickly explained the situation and why he was summoned. The spies they were about to capture were tremendous, so he needed the help of other Key Leaders to manage the task and avoid bearing the burden alone. That's why he called upon Stronghold Leader Zogar and

Seth for support.

Zogar nodded in understanding, his expression thoughtful. "I see. While I understand your reasoning, relying on such a Divine Art too frequently could have consequences-especially if other divine beings uncover its use, alerting them to our presence or making us

overconfident."