Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, High Elves, Night Elves, Beastmen, Trolls, Tauren, Dragons, and even the Naga who appeared for the first time in the World of Azeroth, as well as all sorts of vassal and neutral races such as Murlocs, Kobolds, Bears, Forest Elves, and residents of the Elemental Plane … Almost all the races in the World of Azeroth were gathered towards the same goal. The thunderous war drums blew away the dark clouds in the skies of the Eastern Kingdom, and the tremors of the earth caused even the oceans to tremble. The best warriors of all races were gathered together and slaughtered in the Eastern Continent, which was ravaged by the Undead. The Land of the Specter, the Silverpine Forest, the Eastern and Western Plagues. Every area with the Undead was completely ignited by the flames of war. Every square meter of land was littered with countless corpses. Before the warm blood could solidify on the ground, it would be washed away again. Fresh lives and rotten limbs intersected strangely. A large number of them stood up again, but were destroyed again, turning into even more scattered remains …
Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?
It was meaningless. The tremendous numbers seemed to have become an insignificant number here. The most excellent soldiers of both sides had become the most worthless consumables, turning into irretrievable remains in the meat grinder of magic and steel. One side was fighting for the survival of the world they loved deeply, while the other side was a mindless puppet of flesh and blood that only obeyed the highest will. No one was afraid, and there was no room for fear. That was because retreating here would mean eternal silence.
The entire western region of the Eastern Continent had become a gigantic meat grinder. Warriors of both sides were being ground into powder here.
Even we didn't expect that the counterattack would develop to this stage so quickly. The armies of both sides had long been ready to go, and all they needed was a small opportunity to trigger an unprecedented decisive battle. Our sudden attack on the Eastern Plaguelands had successfully acted as the fuse.
Now that he thought about it, it seemed that everything was caused by Jingle's sudden outburst of divine power. If she hadn't successfully mobilized the millions of undead in the Land of the Specter and attracted most of the enemy's attention, the scale of the battle wouldn't have escalated so quickly.
The millions of Undead rioting in the Land of the Haunted had successfully torn a gigantic hole in the Eastern Plaguelands. Even though the enemy had dispatched a large number of Assembled Demons as quickly as possible to plug this hole, the powerful Empire Air Force was already on standby. The Assembled Demons, which were even stronger than the elite Schilling Soldiers created by the Fallen Apostle, suffered heavy casualties under the concentrated bombardment from the main cannons of the battleships. They had no choice but to give up on the Eastern Plaguelands, which had been expanding by the day, and retreat to a Schilling Fortress (built by the Fallen Apostle) located in the central region of the Eastern Plaguelands to put up a stubborn resistance. Meanwhile, our ground forces charged unimpeded into the vast lands of the Eastern Plaguelands, which was the most heavily contaminated by the Undead.
"They won't last long."
Standing on the command tower of the floating fortress, Sandora looked at the enemy's Schilling Fortress, which was on the verge of collapse under the concentrated bombardment of the Empire Air Force, and spoke in an apathetic tone.
"I didn't expect the enemy to give up on the entire Eastern Plaguelands so easily." I looked at the white flashes that continuously lit up in the distant horizon, and my tone was filled with obvious confusion. "I thought that they valued the army in this area."
"To them, the Assembled Demons are just tools, tools used to stop us from advancing. When these tools can no longer bear the heavy responsibility of stopping us from advancing, the Fallen Apostle will abandon them without any hesitation."
Sandora spoke very naturally. She didn't have any feelings towards such a fact.
The Shiring Apostles were a race with a very strong sense of purpose. At the very least, the Fallen Apostles had maintained this race's tradition very well. Their goal was to obstruct us and complete the construction and activation of the World Circuit. For this goal, they would not hesitate to give up any support to the peripheral troops and use them as cannon fodder to stop the enemy. When the mighty Salvation Army began to launch a joint attack on every line of defense in the Undead Zone, the Fallen Apostles immediately gave up on the long and hard to defend border, leaving behind countless Undead and Demons as roadblocks, before decisively withdrawing all of their forces. This was also one of the reasons why the allied forces of various races were able to gain the upper hand in the battle against such a powerful enemy, even though they had paid a huge price: they were still far from meeting the real Fallen Apostles.
"Cirvanas, it's about time to stop." I looked at the group of special Undead troops that were gradually thinning out on the ground and said with slight pity, "They are almost all dead …"
Sandora rolled her eyes helplessly and said in disdain, "What can you count on this group of cannon fodder to do? It's already a miracle that they were able to help us break through the defensive line of the Eastern Plaguelands. Do you still expect them to take down a fortress that is armed with Schilling technology? "
After successfully taking control of the millions of Undead cannon fodder in the Land of the Ghost, Cirvanas stayed in Silver Moon City to take charge of commanding our new cannon fodder troops. Meanwhile, we immediately teleported back to Sandora and the others to participate in the upcoming battle. But now, it seemed that Cirvanas' cannon fodder troops should be nearing the end of their lifespan.
Just as Sandora and I were bored watching the fireworks display on the horizon, an eye-catching white light suddenly flew over from the side.
"Brother Monarch, the Second Fleet has broken through the spatial interference. The eastern barrier has disappeared."
Although we had abandoned this area, the enemy hadn't given up and left us with a huge problem. Before the Fallen Apostles withdrew their main forces from the Eastern Plaguelands, they had left behind a large number of spatial interference devices, causing the entire space of the Eastern Plaguelands to be cut up into a mess. At the start, our radars hadn't been able to detect this. In the end, a third of the Undead cannon fodder that Cirvanas had lured over to act as a minesweeper had vanished into thin air. The reason why we had attacked this lone fortress so fiercely was because the damned spatial interference control center was located in that fortress.
"What's Pandora doing?" I searched and realized that Pandora wasn't obediently staying in the floating fortress, so I asked curiously. But in reality, I had already guessed the answer.
The one who answered me wasn't Alaya, but Shallow Shallow, who had just walked over from the platform.
"She's commanding the ground troops to launch the final round of attacks on the enemy fortress. It seems that because the Aerial Fleet stole all the credit, that brat went a little berserk. She's insisting on leading her personal guards to be the first to charge into the outpost to take back the credit … She even said that she wanted to let those newbie soldiers who just came off the production line see what a true Imperial Army is like."
"… Can't that little idiot give me less trouble … Right, Shallow Shallow, are you feeling better now?"
"Don't mention it …"
That's right. Just now, Shallow Shallow had accidentally activated her ability again. She had been happily killing enemies outside for more than thirty minutes, and now, she had just come back from vomiting …
There was really nothing I could do about the fact that Pandora had once again left her post and handed over the heavy responsibility of commanding to her second-in-command. I could only express my doubts. "That brat … Why is her brain so one-track? I really don't know how she became a general … "
In response to my doubts, Sandora immediately gave an answer.
"That's why she has an excellent second-in-command …"
Isn't it reversed? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Because a certain general is a hot-blooded idiot, that's why her second-in-command is so excellent, right?
At that moment, an unprecedentedly intense light suddenly flashed in the distance, attracting my attention. I turned around and saw that at the frontlines of the battlefield, a gigantic white ball of light was slowly rising like another sun. The clouds above the ball of light appeared to be distorted in an unnatural manner. Then, countless pieces of earth and rocks that were lifted up by the explosion were slowly being sucked into the ball of light. Even the clouds in the sky appeared to be in the shape of an inverted funnel, as if space itself had been disrupted by the explosion.
Sandora's eyebrows suddenly rose, and her tone carried a hint of surprise. "Miniature Spatial Implosion Bomb? That brat carries that kind of thing with her? "
Am I right? Am I right? Even you think that the thing that Pandora carries around with her is too ridiculous? A twelve-year-old loli really shouldn't carry a weapon of mass destruction with her, right?
The Schilling Fortress, which was already on the verge of collapse under the crossfire of the air fleet and the ground forces, was hit head-on by Pandora's heavy bomb, and finally collapsed. The Demons that wanted to rush out and fight us didn't even have the time to put on a heroic pose before they were sucked into the Distorted Void by the collapsing space. A small number of Agility-type Demons that were lucky enough to escape were also wiped out by the allied forces. At the same time, the spatial turbulence surrounding the Empire's fleet finally calmed down, and the final fortress of the Eastern Plague was declared to have collapsed.
I had been waiting for this moment for a long time. I didn't need Sandora's reminder to know what to do next. "Alaya, inform the various fleets to recall their subsidiary troops. The ground forces and the allied forces of Azeroth should clear out any small groups of enemies along the way. Spaceships above the Mothership Class …"
"All troops, emergency retreat!" Lin Xue's voice suddenly rang in the fortress, and this broadcast was also transmitted to the interior of every Mothership. "Emergency retreat! There's an attack! Hurry up and dodge … "
The sound of the broadcast disappeared without warning, and all that was left was a series of squeaking sounds as if a radio had been disrupted. Just as I was about to say something, an intense white light suddenly filled my entire vision.
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