Chapter 549: Final War Council
The gathered people each reacted differently to his and Brock’s calmness. The Arch Priestess raised a brow. A bald man in a tight yellow uniform gave an intrigued half-smile—he seemed oddly familiar—while a completely naked, stunningly beautiful woman nodded in appreciation. Little clouds covered her private areas. In a corner, Great Silver gave them a deep nod—the monster Overlord had teleported in instead of parading to avoid spooking the crowds.
“Welcome,” the Arch Priestess said. “I thought I instructed for Elder Boatman to represent you in this council.”
Jack smiled. “You did, but given it was a stupid instruction, I chose to ignore it.”
“Oho. You’re confident. Think you have the right to participate in a council of Archons?”
She and Jack were only lightly jesting. Great Silver, however, growled with displeasure. “We follow Jack Rust, not the church,” he said. “If he doesn’t participate, neither do I.”
Every other Archon present raised a brow. The meaning of Great Silver’s words was clear—he placed Jack above himself. For an Archon to do that was unheard of.
The bald man sitting in the corner laughed. “I don’t mind this,” he said. “However, if you want a seat at the table of Archons, you must prove yourself worthy.”
Before Jack could respond, a heavy aura fell on him. The tiles cracked underfoot. It was clear this Archon was going all-out to suppress Jack with his aura—any weaker A-Grade would have already collapsed. Elder Boatman gasped before realizing Jack was unbothered.
Jack, under the pressure of this aura cascade, remained perfectly calm, his hands crossed in front of his chest and his face sporting a slight smile. “Are you done?” he asked.