My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses

Jargo stood tall without a shred of fear.

"I did not betray my tribe. I saw the truth. I see a future for us in the Necrotic Dynasty, where we rise alongside strength and wisdom. Not fall under the rule of the chaotic, drunken madness that the Union leaders."

The warrior's fists clenched.

"Stop spouting nonsense, Jargo. You are nothing but a coward now. You've abandoned your brothers for a false king."

Jargo's voice did not waver.

"If that is how you wish to see me, then let it be. But understand this: the Union you fight for is crumbling from the inside. The chiefs are already divided. The only thing holding us together is the fear of what lies beyond. And that is a fear that King Vahn will exploit."

The warrior hesitated, unsure, but before he could speak further, a loud voice called from the center of the camp.

"You are late, Jargo!"

The hulking figure of Chief Gorran Stormhand emerged from the shadows. His enormous battle axe hung loosely over his shoulder, but the flames in his eyes were sharp, cold, and filled with suspicion.

Jargo's eyes met Gorran's calmly.

"Chief Gorran, I was delayed. But I come to warn you, as I warned the others."

Gorran's lips curled into a sneer.

"You warned us of what? That the Necrotic Dynasty would destroy us all? That their king would lay waste to everything we've built?"

Jargo replied firmly:

"No. I warned you that the Union would fall under its own struggles. The others may be blind to it, but I see the truth. This war against King Vahn is a fool's errand. It is nothing but our final act of desperation. And in that desperation, we will burn ourselves alive."

"You speak of cowardice," Gorran spat. "You abandoned your own people. You turned your back on us for the promise of power. And now, you come here, offering us weak words."

Jargo met Gorran's gaze coldly.

"I came here because I know you, Gorran. I know that deep down, you are also tired of this endless war. You and I both know that we cannot win against King Necros. His power is beyond any of us. And the Union... it is just a hollow shell. A false unity, held together by brute force and fear."

Gorran's fists tightened, but something in his eyes shifted. The warlord who had been eager for battle now appeared to be considering something deeper, something more dangerous than mere pride.

"You are a fool if you think I would join you in betraying the Union," Gorran said with a sneer.

"Beside, do you think others chiefs would accept it just like this?"

Jargo laughed cunningly.

"Then we will make them accept it. We can break the Union from within. You, Gorran, and those who see the truth can rise together. We can stand with King Vahn. His vision is one of strength, not destruction. We can join him, rise above our current station, and build something greater."

Gorran's eyes were still doubtful. "And what about the other chiefs?"

"They will fight, of course," Jargo said. "But their time is over. Their minds are clouded by old ways. I will make sure they cannot interfere. We start by turning their own soldiers against them."

Gorran stared at Jargo, while calculating his options in his mind..

The silence extended for a minute.

Finally, Gorran muttered,

"If what you say is true, then the others must be dealt with quickly. If we wait, they will destroy us."

Jargo nodded. "Exactly. The first step is to fracture their unity. We need to create a wedge, something that will cause distrust among the chiefs and their followers."

Gorran's brow furrowed.

"Then, what is your plan, Jargo?"

Jargo turned his gaze back to the camp, his mind storming with the possibilities.

***

Days later, Jargo put his plan into motion.

He began spreading rumors of betrayal, whispers that one of the other chiefs had already started making deals with outsiders in exchange for power. He stoked the fires of suspicion, targeting the most prideful and ambitious of the chiefs. He used the existing divisions in the Union to break their fragile unity, turning the tribes against one another.

Lilith shadow agents fueled the chaos betwen the chiefs further, while Ezekiel's elites secretly started to liberate the Slave Barbarians.

The first few days were a flurry of chaos. The chiefs, who once stood united, now saw traitors in every shadow. Their soldiers began to turn, unsure of who to follow. Some even started to defect, quietly slipping away from the old ways.

Jargo, protected by Espirit, worked from the shadows, slowly pulling the strings that would bring the Union to its knees.

---

Meanwhile, in the Necrotic Dynasty, Vahn continued to focus on strengthening his kingdom. The capital was flourishing, and with the resources flowing in from the mines, he began building his military power.

Ezekiel, now firmly in charge of the military, continued to train elite forces. Longus and Jargo's old warriors had begun to integrate into the Dynasty's ranks, and their experience added an edge to the army.

Vahn stood in his war room, surrounded by generals, strategists, and his closest advisors.

"It's all in place," Vahn said. "Jargo has begun his work. We will see how long the Union lasts under pressure."

Ezekiel, ever the strategist, nodded.

"Your majesty, they are already unstable. The chiefs are too divided. It's only a matter of time before they turn on one another."

Vahn's lips curved into a dangerous smile.

"The key now is patience. We wait for the right moment to strike. And when we do, we will show them what it means to face a Dynasty that cannot be beaten."

Seraphina stepped forward, her presence graceful and soothing.

"I have weakened the Totem Keepers with my Light reversal art. We will be ready when the time comes, Husband. And we will have no mercy for those who choose destruction over prosperity."

---

Back in the Barbarian Union, the storm that Jargo had set in motion was gaining momentum. The chiefs were at each other's throats, each one trying to secure their position, each one afraid of being the next target. The Union was teetering on the brink of civil war.

The next stage of Jargo's plan was simple: eliminate the strongest threats, those who would not bend. The war chiefs who had always clung to the old ways. Once they were removed, the rest would fall into line.

Jargo stood at the edge of the camp, looking out at the disarray.

"It won't be long now," he murmured.

A messenger arrived breathlessly.

"Chief Jargo, the chief Dorrak of the Southern Tribe has already agreed to back you up. He says he'll provide soldiers, but only if you can guarantee his position once the Union falls."

Jargo nodded.

"Tell him it's done. We now have only one more step to take."

He looked over his shoulder at the chaos within the camp, at the warriors who no longer knew which side to fight for.

"Humph, this is the beginning of the end. They will soon learn that the Union does not stand a chance against the will of King Necros."