Dim dawn — this was the most appropriate way to describe the early morning in the Tirisfal region.
The dazzling sunlight was blocked by thick clouds and then diffused. When it finally shone on the rotting land of Tirisfal, the originally bright golden light was like an old man with one foot in the grave. It could only rely on the dim halo to announce the beginning of a new day to the land of Tirisfal. However, such a not so pleasant morning obviously did not make the current residents feel uncomfortable. Gigantic demons whose bodies were far beyond common sense had mechanical limbs installed on them crudely. They patrolled the charred and rotting land in groups. From time to time, their noses twitched as if they were enjoying the rancid smell that permeated the air around them. With twisted smiles on their faces, they showed off their strong and powerful new bodies to each other. Some of them had a cheerful smile on their faces as they casually smashed the head of some unlucky undead laborer. They watched as the other party scrambled to pick up the pieces of broken bones on the ground before falling powerlessly to the ground. They laughed hoarsely and unpleasant to the ear. The fallen apostles who were monitoring everything from afar did not say anything to stop such behavior. Perhaps to them, such entertainment could keep the demons energetic and in a good mood at all times. That would allow these novel killing machines to erupt with higher efficiency. Or perhaps they did not care about such a little commotion at all. Just like the occasional collision between tools would not attract anyone's attention, those powerful fallen apostles had no interest in the occasional friction between these tools.
The entire process of the Eternal-class crash and the crushing defeat of the main air force had been uploaded to the database of every single Fallen Apostle. However, the information was kept in the highest degree of secrecy from the demons and the undead. After all, they were different from the Schilling people who were infinitely loyal and would never know how to surrender. Although the Fallen Apostles did not really understand what the "morale" of carbon-based creatures was, they still knew that these things that would seriously shake the morale of the army could not be revealed to their cannon fodder subordinates. Regarding the huge explosion that destroyed the entire Western Plaguelands, the Fallen Apostles explained it as the collision of god-level weapons. However, they did not mention the huge loss of their own air fleet at all. This explanation excited the demons who revered power. The morale of the entire Burning Legion — well, even though it was a demon army that had been completely seized by the Fallen Apostles and existed only in name only — reached its peak. They were full of confidence and rejoiced at the fact that they were fighting under the command of the powerful God of Darkness. However, they did not care about their comrades who were vaporized in the explosion of the Western Plaguelands. This was in line with the nature of the demons.
This kind of deception would not last long, but the Fallen Apostles already had plans. The value of the Burning Legion had basically reached its limit. The lives of these assembled demons were the last remaining value of the once powerful demon army. As for the members of the Scourge Legion — although their courage was commendable, in terms of strength, the undead creatures with limited potential for modification were completely abandoned by the Fallen Apostles even earlier than the demons. They only needed to properly assume the role of cannon fodder in the last three days and persevere until the World Circuit was activated.
In the center of the ruins of Lordaeron, on top of a typical Schilling -style tower, the holographic projection system was displaying the scene at the edge of Tirisfal. Looking at the "interesting little game" between the demons and the undead, a man who was completely hidden in a black cloak suddenly sneered disdainfully.
"Hmph, a bunch of idiots … All carbon-based creatures are equally stupid."
"They are still dreaming of ruling the world under the leadership of the God of Darkness …" a young female voice rang out. It turned out that there was actually a female among these suspicious cloaked men. The woman who spoke was also tightly wrapped in a cloak. Only a strand of bright silver hair leaked out from the edge of the hood. It looked like it was done deliberately. "What a ridiculous lowly creature … They don't even realize that they have been abandoned … They don't even realize that their bodies are gradually collapsing internally …"
"Tools are always broken," the man who spoke earlier said in a low tone. Then, he tilted his head slightly to the other side and said to Cloak Number Three, "Ockham, when will the World Circuit be activated? Can't you think of a way to make that damn thing move a day or two earlier? "
Cloak Number Three, who was known as Ockham, was like a frozen statue. He turned a deaf ear to the question. It was not until more than ten seconds later when the other party was a little impatient that he responded in a hoarse voice, "Watch your tone, Savi. I am not your subordinate, and you have no right to criticize my work …"
"My tone of voice!?" The man known as Savi quickly turned around without warning. Before anyone could react, he grabbed Ockham's neck and lifted him into the air with one hand. His voice was filled with undisguised anger. "Who gave the energy probe to a stupid and reckless idiot demon? Who put such important data on a lowly carbon-based creature? Because of your mistake, the debugging of the World Circuit has to start from scratch. If it weren't for you, every inch of land in this world would have been occupied by our army!! "
Ockham, who was lifted into the air, did not seem to care about his current state at all. He replied calmly, "Savi, I think you are mistaken about one thing … The current bad state is not just because of that idiot demon … Has your memory core really aged to the point that you can't remember what happened three days ago? The fleet that we went through so much trouble to teleport to this world was almost destroyed by the madness of that little traitor. Our Sky Fortress even fell from the sky in the most humiliating way. Now, it is still emitting thick smoke on the land in the west … So, who agreed to let that traitor be the commander-in-chief of the intercepting force? "
"You!" Savy's body was trembling slightly. It was obvious that he was truly enraged. However, that young woman suddenly opened her mouth with obvious mockery. "Ah, men are indeed creatures that are best at shirking responsibility in such situations …"
Even though there was no clear distinction between their ranks, the woman's words still had some effect. The two men who were on the verge of fighting — or rather, Savi who was on the verge of a one-sided fight finally let out a cold snort and put Cloak No. 3 down. As for Cloak No. 3, he was indifferent from the beginning as if everything that happened to him had nothing to do with him.
"A lot of things are beyond our expectations." Seeing that the two men had temporarily calmed down, the young woman slowly said, "We didn't expect to suddenly encounter the Protoss's team, and we didn't expect that the Empire that should have completely disappeared to still have remnant Emperor-level powers. They even tracked us to this world … I didn't expect 7535 to suddenly betray us for a reason that no one could understand … I used to like that little guy. Hehe, this is really regrettable …"
Although the woman said such words, she did not sound the slightest bit regretful. It was as if she was just sighing slightly because she had lost a good toy.
"7535's mental state is not normal," Ockham still said in a tone as if everything had nothing to do with him. "Oh, it is an imperfect replica. To use a more accurate description, it is just a shoddy substitute. So, it is normal for her soul to be incomplete. Of course, her power originally had some value, but to be honest, I still have reservations about letting her join a group of our level …"
"That is Sir's intention," Savi said provocatively. "Or are you wondering why Sir made such a decision?"
"How long are you going to argue?" The young woman once again interrupted the fight between the two men. It seemed like such things had happened a lot in the past. "Now, the most important thing for us is something else. The Protoss has already noticed us. We must get what we want before they block all the Void Passages in this world. Success or failure depends on this move. The World Circuit will not be activated for at least three days. Only then can we be sure of our absolute advantage. But I don't think the enemy will give us enough time. Their fleet has already set off. I'm afraid that the next moment, they will …"
"Allow me to interrupt you, Madam Belavilla," Savi suddenly said. There was a hint of frivolity in his slightly raised tone. "I don't think they can break through the steel line of defense I set up in three days. If necessary, I will personally go to the battlefield to teach those little guys a lesson."
As if slightly dissatisfied with Savi's frivolous tone, Belavilla's voice became stern. "You are too confident, Savi. I know you like to fight, but there are a lot of things that we don't understand about the enemies this time. Those few carbon-based creatures — although their life forms are very low-level, the abilities they have are beyond our comprehension, especially that male carbon-based creature with the authority of the Emperor. God knows why the Emperor of the Xiling Empire is a carbon-based creature. He gives me a very uneasy feeling. You should have noticed that he rarely fights, and he has never shown too much of his strength on the battlefield. Even if there is a battle, he always solves all the problems in front of him in a very short time. They seem to be deliberately keeping the combat power of this strange Emperor a secret, so we have too little information about him. What is the ability to summon firepower from another world without any external help? How is that attack method that is like Void Energy produced? How can it predict or avoid it? We know nothing, so … "
Just as Belavilla was about to continue her lecture, a sudden burst of white light from the holographic projection interrupted her.
"Oh, oh," Ockham sighed exaggeratedly. "It seems that we will soon be able to experience the power that makes even the honorable Madam Belavilla feel uneasy. They are already here …"
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