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Upon hearing the voice, Velix and the black-cloaked man were startled and quickly turned to face the source, where a streak of light suddenly appeared from the air.

The light grew larger before vanishing, revealing a man in a black cloak.

His appearance was so similar to the black-cloaked man's at the bottom of the stairs that even Velix himself found it hard to tell them apart.

However, the new arrival had a taller and more muscular frame than the black-cloaked man at the bottom of the stairs.
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When he emerged, the Fourth Apostle initially felt a surge of joy. But upon hearing the annoying words, his happiness instantly faded, replaced by anger.

"Fifth Apostle, what are you saying? Are you mocking me?" He asked coldly.

Unlike with the other apostles, his rivalry with the Fifth Apostle ran deep and intense. Years ago, he had defeated the Fifth Apostle and claimed the title of Fourth Apostle.

Though time had passed, the Fifth Apostle still held a grudge, which irritated him to no end.

The Fifth Apostle chuckled softly, his eyes, hidden beneath his hood, glinting with amusement. "If you choose to take it as mockery, then consider it mockery... hehehe…"

"You..." The Fourth Apostle glared at him, his left hand clenched into a tight fist.

As someone who ranked higher than the Fifth Apostle and considered him weak, the Fourth Apostle clearly felt uncomfortable with the ridicule.

To make matters worse, it was coming from someone he viewed as beneath him.

Still, he took a deep breath, suppressing the anger building within him. No matter how much he despised the Fifth Apostle, he had come to assist, and a clash now would be detrimental.

"Are you alone? Where are your subordinates?" The Fourth Apostle quickly changed the subject.

Noticing the shift, the Fifth Apostle immediately dropped his mocking attitude and shook his head.

"They didn't come. It's just me," he replied calmly as he began walking closer.

The Fourth Apostle frowned, his displeasure evident.

"Why didn't you bring them? Don't you realize how precarious the situation is? There are hundreds of thousands of rebel soldiers aiming to overthrow Velix Larrison's rule. If they get inside, we won't be able to stop them," he said bitterly.

After speaking, he turned his gaze to the Soul Devouring Crystal Orb in his right hand, channeling his mana continuously to ensure the monsters outside the capital's walls kept emerging.

At those words, the Fifth Apostle's steps abruptly stopped. Shock, barely concealed beneath his hood, was evident on his face.

"What are you talking about? More than hundreds of thousands of rebel soldiers? Why wasn't I told about this?"

The Fourth Apostle, seething with anger at the Fifth Apostle's careless attitude, snorted in disdain.

"I already told you that the rebel forces have taken control of several cities. It's only a matter of time before they reach here. Didn't you read the report I gave you?"

The Fifth Apostle quickly composed himself, shrugging indifferently. "I've been too busy with my own matters to read it."

"You..." The Fourth Apostle's chest tightened, struggling to suppress the urge to slap him.

Meanwhile, Velix, watching from the front of the throne, narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.

He could tell the relationship between the two was strained. This led him to one conclusion: the enmity or dispute between them likely extended beyond just the two of them and might even involve the other apostles.

This presented a potential loophole, one that could be used to undermine the Temple of Twilight's influence in the future.

But for now, that was a plan for later. What mattered was calming the two of them down and redirecting their focus to the more pressing matters—the red dragon outside the palace and the rebel army at the outside capital's walls.

"Enough, stop fighting. Our priority is to address the problems outside," Velix said in a cold, indifferent tone.

At his words, both men immediately regained their composure. Velix was right: the situation outside required their attention, not bickering between themselves.

The Fourth Apostle turned to the Fifth Apostle and asked, "Only you came? Where are the Second and Sixth Apostles?"

He purposely avoided mentioning the First Apostle, knowing that person would not show up. As for the Third Apostle, he had died while investigating traces of the Fated One in the Inner Palace of the Demon Empire. The Seventh Apostle was also dead, killed by their sworn enemy in prophecy—the Fated One.

The Fourth Apostle felt they were both careless and foolish. Had they been more cautious, they would never have met such a fate.

The Fifth Apostle stopped a few meters away from him, crossing his burly arms beneath the sleeves of his loose cloak.

"They should be here shortly," he replied calmly.

And sure enough, just after he spoke, a streak of light appeared a few meters to the Fifth Apostle's right.

Shortly after, a tall man in a black cloak appeared, followed by a surge of black lights that materialized behind him. Moments later, two thousand more men in black cloaks emerged.

The sight left Velix, the Fourth Apostle, and the Fifth Apostle shocked.

"You..." The Fourth Apostle looked at the tall man, about to speak, but was abruptly interrupted.

"I am the emissary sent by the First Apostle to assist you, Fourth Apostle," the man said respectfully, bowing slightly. "Behind me are the temple's elites, directly dispatched by the First Apostle to resolve your difficulties."

The two thousand men quickly bowed their heads in respect toward the Fourth and Fifth Apostles.

The Fourth Apostle stood stunned for a moment, then a rare smile spread across his lips.

"Excellent! I didn't expect the First Apostle to be so considerate," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

He had initially been anxious about the temple's support, but the First Apostle's capability and thoughtfulness greatly pleased him.

The Fifth Apostle rolled his eyes at the Fourth Apostle's flattery but chose not to comment.

Meanwhile, Velix, seeing the thousands of people, couldn't contain his excitement. Initially skeptical of the Temple of Twilight's assistance in dealing with the rebel forces outside, he now found relief as they sent so many of their elite members.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at them all and said calmly, "I'm very grateful for your help. I've run out of mana to maintain the barrier magic protecting the palace and the capital, so I'll be releasing it soon."

Just as Velix was about to cut off the flow of mana to the Seven-Colored Magic Staff, the Fourth Apostle quickly stopped him. "Wait, Velix Larrison. The help that's coming hasn't fully arrived yet!"

Velix was slightly startled, looking at him in astonishment. "Is there more?"

"Yes, hold on," the Fifth Apostle answered with a slight nod.

Since they had already said so, Velix naturally trusted them and kept the magic barrier in place for a while longer.

Minutes passed, and Velix began to feel his mana depleting.

Just as he was about to speak, a spatial crack suddenly appeared in front of the Fourth Apostle.

At the same time, a calm, indifferent voice echoed from it. "Sorry I'm late."