From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 520

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"Call out those guys from the Arbitration Office!" Leander waved his palm casually, his tone calm.

Celia's expression shifted dramatically. "The Arbitration Office is here too?"

She tried to sense the energy around her, but everything was eerily still. Not a breeze, not a rustle. It felt off. Then suddenly, a whirlwind tore through the sky, making her pupils shrink in shock.

A thick cloud swept across, swallowing the spire at the very top of Yelem Church. Everyone craned their necks, and through the swirling mist, they could just barely make out seven figures, hazy and flickering in the fog.

"More people?" Zara and Liana stared at the clouds, eyes sharp and cold. As members of the Southern Wyvern Blade, they knew a thing or two about the world's hidden truths. The Arbitration Office was no stranger to them either—they had heard countless rumors. Seeing seven figures emerge in the sky, they immediately pieced it together: these people were here for Leander.

Celia's lips twitched. She could feel it deep in her bones—each of the seven hidden in the clouds carried an immense, almost terrifying power. Even as an Infernal Crown Transcendent, she couldn't hope to match them. She was stunned to realize that any one of them could rival the Hermit.

"Jeff, finally, we meet!" A voice carried through the mist. A gust of wind swept past, pulling the fog aside and revealing the seven in full.

Each of them wore different clothing, their appearances varied, but the nobles and elites below immediately recognized the threat. Each one of these people had the power to level a city.

The one speaking was clearly the leader this time, Deo. He fixed his gaze on Leander, a faintly amused smile tugging at his lips. "From the way you talk, it sounds like you already knew we were in Yelem."

Leander's lips curved into a faint smile. His eyes swept over the seven, calm and indifferent. "The Arbitration Office always carries a certain stench of decay. Even from miles away, I can sense it. You seven, Half-Kings all, have arrived in Yelem. How could I not know?"

He pointed at the Hermit, expression unmoved. "The Hermit wanted to lure me to Yelem Church for a fight. That wasn't entirely his idea, was it? You all had a hand in it."

The seven Half-Kings from the Arbitration Office froze slightly at his words. Even the Hermit felt a pang of surprise and couldn't help asking, "If you knew I deliberately brought you here, and you knew they were seven, why did you still come?"

Leander spread his hands casually, unconcerned. "If I didn't come, how else would I make you all show up?"

He grinned, a shadow of mischief in his smile. "If you hadn't appeared, I'd have had to hunt each of you down one by one. Too much work. Now that you're all gathered here, dealing with you is far easier."

At his words, the eight in front of him all changed expression slightly.

"Jeff, you've got some nerve!" Deo's eyes glinted coldly, anger simmering beneath the surface. "Knowing we're all gathered here and still daring to show up, I have to admire your courage. But to claim you could take all of us on by yourself—do you think we're as dumb as those fools from Greed?"

He stepped forward, Primordial Energy erupting from his body, shaking the black clouds above them violently. "The fifteen Chief Arbitrators you killed before? They were the low-ranked ones among our twenty-four. The highest-ranking Master of the Fable Court barely ranked tenth. You think killing those scraps made you invincible against the Arbitration Office? Jeff, today, your arrogance will cost you!"

As he spoke, Gragas, Moffat, and Watz stepped forward in unison, an oppressive, deadly aura sweeping across the land.

Everyone below could feel the overwhelming pressure pressing down from the night sky. Even birds flew lower, screaming as they fled from Yelem Church. The airspace above had effectively become a no-fly zone.