Some things needed time to be gradually tested and spread.
Holy Light dispelled the dark clouds. The undead swarmed over like a tidal wave, but also left like a falling tide.
The heavy rain and dark clouds left as well. Only now did the warriors discover that the sun was shining brightly above their heads.
Although the intensity of the undead's attack was quite high, judging from how long this battle had been going on, it could only be considered an appetizer.
The undead's ambush came quickly and retreated even faster. From the beginning to the end of the ambush, only about twenty minutes had passed.
What was left was a scene of devastation.
"More than 4500 people died, injured, or missing in battle. The royal dragon knights lost 129 soldiers, the White Wolf Guard lost around 400 soldiers, the Dragon Knight Raiden was killed, the young green dragon Soteshi was injured, and the Dragon Knight died."
The undead hadn't even started fighting yet, but they had already suffered such a heavy blow. Their morale was quite low.
It was only natural that there would be losses on the battlefield. However, such a massive one-sided loss was unacceptable. The undead had only lost some low-level cannon fodder. Not only had the undead lost many elites, but they had also lost a dragon knight.
By the way, that heroic Dragon Knight had forcefully flown up in the middle of a torrential downpour and killed a gargoyle. Then, he mysteriously fell from the sky. Now that I thought about it, it was highly likely that he had been ambushed by an Undead Emperor who had transformed into rain and clouds.
It was impossible to hide the situation of the battle. Everyone here was a veteran soldier, so it was easy to see how the battle had turned out.
Ordinary soldiers might be confused when faced with such a difficult situation, but the higher-level commanders would feel so uncomfortable that they wanted to vomit blood. Their elites had been knocked unconscious before they even left the battlefield. How could they accept such a huge blow to their morale?
They had come to fight against the undead with high morale, but they had already suffered heavy losses before they even reached the frontlines.
Still, it was a good thing for me to go.
It wasn't that I was overly happy about the human allied army's losses. It was just that I analyzed the situation from my own perspective. The current situation was even better than I had expected, and it was more acceptable.
Actually, it was quite simple to think about it from another perspective.
If I was Shupnus, I definitely wouldn't have used this trump card so easily.
I would first use a small group of cannon fodder to attract the enemy's attention, using consecutive defeats to make the enemy lower their guard. Meanwhile, I would secretly gather an undead army and set up a trap for the enemy. I would then use this trump card to fight the final battle.
If it wasn't just tens of thousands of low-level cannon fodder, but instead the entire elite army of several Undead Planes … then the losses would be incalculable.
The first time a trump card was used, if it couldn't be exchanged for enough profit, it would be a waste.
I didn't believe that Shupnus, as the ruler of a world, wouldn't have such simple strategic thinking abilities. However, his ambush seemed rather petty …
"It's as if you've been watching the entire time, only to discover that there's an opportunity to take advantage of, so you're immediately gathering people to try and steal it. As an Undead Emperor, you're far too narrow-minded."
Heloise's reflections were much the same as mine, and we looked at each other and came to the same conclusion.
"There's only one possibility that can explain everything. There's a problem among the undead. Shupnus is unable to control the situation, and there's a problem with his military strength."
Did the enemy have internal strife? Just after the great victory?
This seemed inconceivable, but it was actually quite possible.
Although the Undead Emperors were allies, the difference in power level and status was quite obvious. The two younger Undead Emperors were on the weaker side. The two older Undead Emperors, Sandro and the Undead Marshal, were firmly in control of the Dimensional Door. Nobody knew where the neutral Undead Emperor was now.
The Undead Marshal was an incredibly rare warrior type Undead Emperor. He had a special relationship with Aso, and his current targets were the ogres who had a blood feud with him.
Sandro and I had been secretly communicating with each other. The Tark Republic's revival plan was secretly being carried out in the Northlands. If there was anyone who didn't want to see this situation the most, it would definitely be Sandro himself.
After all, if the undead and the living's conflict became even more intense, even if Sandro's revival plan didn't immediately fail, it would still be greatly reduced. If the foundational structure of the Tark Republic couldn't be established during the Holy War, even if I could wait, Sandro might not be able to.
Someone like Sandro wouldn't easily change his mind once he made up his mind. In that case, Sandro definitely wouldn't allow Shupnus and Anne to continue acting so recklessly.
It was unlikely that Sandro would directly turn against Sandro. In that case, it would be easiest to tamper with his soldiers.
A reason? Going together with the Undead Marshal to fight against the ogres and take revenge for the Tark Republic would be a good enough reason. Not only would the intelligent undead understand and support them, they would also receive the full support of the Undead Marshal who already wanted to fight against the ogres.
As long as the dimensional door to the mortal plane was blocked and the undead army was transferred away, no matter how amazing Anne and Shupnus were, it would be impossible for an Undead Emperor who didn't have a limitless Calamity Army to do anything.
"I, I need information …"
The allied army had already set up temporary camps to bury the dead. The Knight attendants were currently burying the dead, and the priests and apothecaries were treating the injured. However, the generals were having endless strategy meetings.
What could they possibly achieve from this discussion? Retreating would be impossible. It would be nothing more than blaming each other and shirking responsibility, then arguing over and over again before finally coming to a conclusion and continuing forward, just that they would be more careful.
I couldn't be bothered to watch a bunch of muscular gorillas argue. I knew that they wouldn't be able to come to a conclusion, so I found an excuse to avoid going.
After saying goodbye to Harloys, I directly left the campsite.
As I walked out of the campsite, I took out my grimoire and casually recited a greeting. A cloud of black mist disappeared as quickly as it came. A ghost carriage stopped in front of me.
As I walked, the mist of death surrounded me. By the time I got on the carriage, I found that I was no longer a living person, but a lich surrounded by mist of death.
I was confident that I could fool any Undead Lord as long as I met an Undead Emperor herself with just a little bit of illusory magic and the power of death.
"Let's go. It's been a long time since I visited the undead world."
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Asolivis was a gathering place for the undead. This had once been the frontlines of the battlefield. The power of death there was always overwhelming. This was the first stop for countless undead from the mortal plane, and the teleportation portals to the Six Main Undead Planes would never stop working.
Normally, this place would be a forbidden zone for the living. But today, many guests had come to visit.
Shupnus should have been quite happy that reinforcements had come to his doorstep. However, what made him incredibly angry was the burning wounds on his skin. These wounds constantly reminded him of the Holy Knight he had met not long ago.
Although transforming into a dark cloud meant that he was immune to physical attacks, it also meant that his fragile soul was no longer protected by his physical body. Shupnus' wounds caused by Holy Light caused him to experience extreme pain that he had forgotten for thousands of years.
But right now, he needed to maintain a calm and confident expression. That was because these guests here were all greedy wolves that could turn on him at any moment.
But right now, Shupnus had no choice.
Shupnus, who he had thought to be a reliable ally, had betrayed him and left behind a terrible mess. Shupnus would probably be the only one who could handle it. If he missed this opportunity, he could only return to the Death Planes with his tail between his legs.
"Venerated Devil Lord, we agree to your conditions. Now, please open the portal to the Chaos Abyss. "
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