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Milan Imperial Palace.
Silvio sat on the throne alone, his expression noticeably becoming vacant.
"Could it be that the heavens want to destroy Milan?" Besides bitterness, there was nothing else in his heart. Three hours ago, he had received news that Faran, despite being self-sealed, had suddenly dispatched a large army that entered Milan Territory. Although there had been no conflict with the Milanese army, they were rapidly advancing northward along the official road of the Milan Empire, heading straight for Qin City.
Even when Landias had suddenly declared war and an army of a million bore down, Silvio had never felt as helpless as he did now.
No matter how well prepared Landias was or how strong, it was still a human Kingdom. With Milan's national strength, Silvio believed that as long as he commanded properly, there was still a fighting chance.