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"They’re at Tier Eight Late Stage!"

"Every slash is a killing blow!"

"What do we do?!"

"Requesting reinforcements from the rear!"

SWOOSH!

As they spoke, a high-tier alien fired off a signal for help.

One hundred and eight Tier Eight Late Stage ’Gao Nengs’—and they could teleport. This was truly more than they could handle.

...

「Alien Race Alliance Army Command Camp.」

After the Great Cataclysm, the Hundred Races descended. Following a century of development, the alien population had grown immense.

However, the number of distinct races was not as high as when they first arrived.

Currently, there were about eighty-odd different alien races in existence.

Outside the Northern District Battlefield, there were a total of seventeen races.

Among these seventeen races, there were four major ones and thirteen minor ones.

This was the general situation on the Northern District Battlefield.

But in reality, there were more than just seventeen races on the Northern District Battlefield now, because there were also reinforcements from the various races of the Eastern, South, and West Districts.

Take the Barbaric Beasts charging with the thirty thousand-strong Allied Army, for example.

These Barbaric Beasts had been dispatched as reinforcements by the Eastern District’s Beast Race.

In addition, other races had sent reinforcements as well. Thus, at this very moment, a total of thirty-seven different alien races had gathered on the Northern District Battlefield.

Thirty-seven races meant thirty-seven command chairs.

These were divided into two command groups, one for the major races and one for the minor ones.

The upper command group consisted of ten commanders who were primarily in charge of strategy, while the twenty-seven commanders of the lower group were mainly responsible for execution.

Of course, about half of these commanders were alien Princes.

After all, this was supposed to be a guaranteed victory. How could the alien Princes pass up a chance to come and "snatch the glory"?

However, the other half were all Grand Marshals with extensive command experience among the alien races.

It was a bit complicated, but on the whole, the hierarchy was still clear.

More importantly, though numerous, these commanders all had exceptionally sharp eyes.

Therefore, the discussion here had already begun even before the distress signal was launched.

After all, anyone who wasn’t blind could see the situation unfolding on the battlefield.

Ten high-tier combatants killed!

This was by no means a trivial matter!

"One hundred and nine Gao Nengs!"

"What’s going on?"

"Their strength is all high-tier, though it’s impossible to tell just how high for now... If I’m not mistaken, this is likely related to a human research project from twenty years ago."

"Are you talking about the genetic weapon?"

"Yes!"

"This isn’t the time to be discussing that, is it? Thirty high-ranking leaders were brutally killed in an instant. If we don’t come up with a plan soon, we’re going to be completely wiped out!"

"The situation is looking grim. I suggest a temporary retreat."

"Retreat? After we fought so hard to get this far, you want us to retreat? Our king would never allow it!"

"I said a *temporary* retreat. Let’s pull back the thirty thousand troops first, then we can regroup and make a new plan. We can’t just keep fighting a battle of attrition like this, can we?"

The Princes argued amongst themselves.

"No, we cannot retreat!" A two-meter-tall figure with two horns on his head stood up from his seat.

...

"The human garrison is on the verge of exhaustion. This is the perfect opportunity for our Allied Army to breach the human’s City of Hope in one fell swoop!" The two-meter-tall figure looked into the distance. "If we withdraw our forces now, the efforts of the past two months might all go to waste!"

"Then... what is the Blood Grand Marshal’s opinion?"

"If they want a decisive battle, then let’s give them one. We have two hundred thousand troops; they have only a hundred thousand. Now that they’ve lost the protection of their city walls, they are completely exposed before us. We just need to press forward with our main army, and we can secure a decisive victory!" the horned Blood Grand Marshal declared with certainty.

"Press forward with all two hundred thousand troops?"

"Isn’t that a bit too risky?"

"If something goes wrong, it will be difficult to answer to His Majesty."

"How about we send another fifty thousand as reinforcements?"

"If we add another fifty thousand, that’s eighty thousand troops in total. That will be more than enough to deal with the humans’ hundred thousand battered soldiers!"

The Princes looked at each other, all of them hesitant.

"With the races so disunited, how are we supposed to fight this war?! We of the Blood Race are willing to lead the charge on the front lines. If you’re unwilling to send troops, you can all just get lost!" The Blood Grand Marshal leaped onto the table.

His eyes burned with fury.

The other nine Upper-Rank Commanders, the more experienced Grand Marshals among them, exchanged glances and then nodded.

"Let’s vote!"

"I agree to a full-scale assault."

"Agreed."

"I disagree."

...

Soon, the results of the vote were in.

A total of twenty-three races voted to pass the resolution.

It was a majority.

Thus, even if the other races had differing opinions, they had no choice but to obey.

"All commanders, lead your respective races and charge!"

"Yes!"

...

SWOOSH!

Just then, the distress signal from the battlefield shot into the sky.

"It seems the situation is even more critical than we imagined. If we don’t reinforce them immediately, the lives of those twenty High-tier Leaders might be in danger!"

"It takes time to assemble the main army."

"We’ll have to send the high-tiers in first!"

"Hmm? Does the Blood Grand Marshal have any suggestions?"

"No suggestions. All race leaders and high-tiers, anyone Tier Seven and above, charge with me!" With that, the Blood Grand Marshal strode out of the command camp.

"Does that include the Tier Nine Grand Marshals?"

"Obviously!"

"Alright, charge!"

In an instant, more than ten figures rushed out of the command camp.

They were the true commanders of this two hundred thousand-strong army, possessing immense power and a wealth of experience in battlefield command and adaptation.

Following them, five Princes also charged out.

These five Princes were also high-tier combatants.

As for the others...

Though they weren’t high-tier, they didn’t remain in the command center either, quickly following behind.

"Charge!"

"Main army, follow!"

"Settle this with the humans once and for all!"

The Princes roared.

They were showing all their kinsmen that they weren’t just here to leech off the glory. They had a brave side too. At the very least, they would not cower when the two hundred thousand-strong army pressed forward.

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

...

An army of two hundred thousand attacking all at once—it was a terrifying sight.

The entire Northern District Battlefield trembled.

...

「Center of the Fierce Battle.」

A distress signal shot toward the sky.

Immediately after, a rumbling sound erupted from the alien encampment—the earth-shattering tremor of a massive army advancing as one.

"The alien army is sending reinforcements!"

"It looks like... their entire army is on the move!"

"There are so many of them!"

Several high-tier combatants in the midst of battle quickly noticed the movement from the alien side.

More importantly, nearly a hundred figures were charging out from the alien ranks, all of them moving at incredible speeds.

"They still have that many High-tier Leaders?!"

"Look! In the sky, there’s also..."

"Those few in the sky, could they be..."

"That’s right! They’re the Tier Nine alien Grand Marshals!"

"Commander Li was killed by that horned member of the Blood Race!"

"Avenge Commander Li!"

...

The twenty human high-tier combatants were filled with rage.

Commander Li had been a Tier Nine existence.

Yet, he still died a tragic death on the Northern District Battlefield.

So, how could there not be any Tier Nines from the alien races on the Northern District Battlefield?

"Tier Nines?" Gao Neng tilted his head up. His gaze swept over the rapidly approaching figures, including the few Tier Nines in the sky. For a split second, a glint flashed in his eyes. ’The alien races really do have far more high-tiers than we humans!’