Charles stared at the recently risen war god who had emerged on the battlefield just a few days ago, feeling very tense in his heart.
However, he was quite confident that even if Georgeadi Hadrian were ten times stronger, at most he could only ensure his own survival under the joint hands of several dozen Sacred-level powerhouses, but absolutely could not guarantee that Emperor Yannis Hadrian's life could be spared.
If this count wanted to snatch Yannis Hadrian, he would order the assassination of the emperor, letting the opponent bear the name of a regicide, losing the "moral high ground" in the war.
Still, Charles was very tense; he actually feared such powerhouses.
After all, at his core, Charles was just an ordinary transmigrator, who in this life was only a civilian official and not a brave and fearless warrior.
He knew that what he was doing was right, but that did not prevent the uneasiness in the bottom of his heart.