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But just as he raised his Shield, a Warhammer wreathed in multiple heavy afterimages, whipping up visible ripples in the air, smashed into the Tower Shield on his arm in an instant.

"Clang!!"

Accompanied by a violent clash of metal!

The extremely thick metal Tower Shield suddenly shattered, and the burly Shield Armor Warrior spewed blood and was blown backward.

"Captain!"

Seeing their captain unable to block even a single blow, the Wanderer and the Ranger both sucked in a sharp breath, as if a basin of ice water was poured from the tops of their heads down to their heels.

If they tried to fight, they weren’t a match!

If they tried to explain, the other side wouldn’t listen!

"Run!"

The Wanderer and the Ranger exchanged a glance, seeing the same panic and terror in each other’s eyes, then turned, pushed off, and bolted away!

"Poof!"

Out of the corner of his eye, the Wanderer noticed that the Ranger beside him had just taken a step when he was turned into a rabbit.

His pupils shrank, fear surging even stronger in his heart!

This was an Advanced Transformation Spell; it might not have any killing power, but it could effectively turn a target with weak resistance into a harmless little animal, efficiently delaying their escape and attacks.

The problem was, this Advanced Transformation Spell was extremely difficult to cast; even High-tier Spellcasters rarely mastered it.

After the Wanderer rounded a corner, he sprinted while yanking out a Communication Crystal Stone and growling into it:

"The Wandering Eye Tyrant ’Zergelos’ has been killed by an unknown party, we are under attack, under attack..."

But before he could finish, a Curved Sword traced a dark arc and chopped off the arm holding the Crystal Stone at the elbow.

"Ah!!" The Wanderer clutched his severed arm and shrieked.

At this moment, a leather boot covered in intricate patterns stepped down with a crack on the Communication Crystal Stone, crushing it into powder.

...

Elsewhere.

Amid the vast ruins of the Drow city of Belendaan.

General Kobataen, commander of the Urein Empire’s Fourteenth Legion, stood with one foot on a Drow Elf corpse, flicked the Two-Handed Greatsword in his hand, and gazed expressionlessly at the Drow city before him, where great tongues of Flame were rising.

Because of the previous incident, the Empire had mobilized two Legions—the Ninth Legion and his own Fourteenth Legion—to attack the Drow city of Belendaan.

The Legions ranked in the Empire’s top ten were all main force Legions, far stronger than the reserve Legions; Ninth Legion commander Lehman was even one of the Legendary Powerhouses. Under a steady, methodical offensive, the Drow Elf Breagan Family was now on the brink of annihilation.

"General Kobataen, Lord Lehman has gone to pursue the Breagan Family’s Mother. These are direct-line Drow Elves of the Breagan Family that we’ve captured."

At that moment, a squad of Empire elites marched over, escorting a large number of Drow Elf men and women bound in shackles. Their captain stepped forward and reported.

"Mm." Kobataen nodded.

As for the merit of capturing the Drow Mother, his Fourteenth Legion naturally could not compete with the Ninth Legion.

As for purely going over to help, there was no real need for that either.

"General, we’ve caught a severely injured High-tier Priest." At this time, the delighted voice of Paladin Kerman came from the side.

Kobataen tilted his head slightly and saw Kerman, a Great Sword strapped to his back, escorting a female Drow Elf wearing Forbidden Magic shackles and a spider hair ornament.

She seemed to be grievously wounded; her aura was weak, and her spirit extremely listless.

"Humans, you slaughter the Goddess’s children at will. The Goddess Rose will not forgive you!"

The Drow High Priestess cast a pair of eyes faintly glowing red over Kobataen, clad in gold-trimmed Plate Armor with a deep, restrained aura, then spoke in a voice filled with bitter hatred.

"At will? If you hadn’t gone seeking death and interfered when the Empire was besieging the Black Dragon, none of this would’ve happened." Hamilton, captain of the Seraph’s Wing Silver Squad, said angrily.

He loathed this kind of twisting black into white the most.

"We had no idea you were hunting a Black Dragon. We were just chasing down one of our traitors." When she heard Hamilton’s words, the other party froze for a moment, then spoke immediately.

"So now that you’re in chains, you’re looking for an angle to play the victim? As expected, your race loves scheming more than any other."

"Lying? Hmph! You can ask any full member of the Breagan Family." The Drow Priestess snorted coldly and pointed at the line of prisoners beside her.

"If we hadn’t lost multiple Priests, you wouldn’t have taken Belendaan so easily."

"Go verify that." Upon hearing this, Kobataen’s brows furrowed slightly. He turned to a messenger at his side and gave the order.

Although Drow Elves were notorious for their intrigue and scheming, the problem was that saying this at a time like this had little reason to be a deliberate lie—because the outcome awaiting them could no longer be changed, and they knew that as well.

"Yes, General!"

A few minutes later.

"General, she was telling the truth. We interrogated ten people separately; all of them confessed that their Breagan Family produced a traitor named Meredith, a female Drow Elf."

"At the same time, she has a Human companion—name unknown, but extremely powerful—who killed many of their family’s High-tier Priests..."

Humans and Drow Elves working together?

Upon hearing this, the four members of Seraph’s Wing glanced at each other and saw the same astonishment in one another’s eyes.

The key issue was, if this was really the case...

Wouldn’t that mean the Empire had fought this battle for nothing?

Because the Breagan Family weren’t actually the provocateurs in the first place.

No, that wasn’t quite right either. After all, as long as they were Drow Elves, they would be wiped out eventually. It was just that the Empire’s original plan had been to exterminate the top-ranked Bane Family of the Drow Elves first, and only then move on to the other families.

At that moment, a spark of insight flashed through Paladin Kerman’s mind; he recalled certain details from that day.

"General Kobataen, Captain, I remember now. Looking back at last time... if we think about it this way, the ones who disguised themselves as Breagan Family members to attack us from behind that day were most likely this Drow Elf named Meredith and her Human companion."

Kerman then laid out in detail the points that had felt off to him that day.

"Hm? Interrogate them again. Find out where this traitor they spoke of is now. If she was the real provocateur, she must be captured and brought back to face the Empire’s judgment!"

Kobataen frowned, pondered briefly, and made his decision.

The Urein Empire’s majesty could not be challenged. There was no question of sparing the one who had started all this.

"Yes, General!"

Just then, Kobataen seemed to sense something. He quickly pulled a Communication Crystal from his breast.

But as soon as the connection opened, the first sentence made everyone present go pale—"The Wandering Eye Tyrant ’Zergelos’ has been killed by an unknown party, we are under attack, under attack... ah!!"

Hearing the words from the Communication Crystal in his hand and the scream cut abruptly short, even Kobataen, whose face almost never showed much emotion, furrowed his brows into a rare knot!

Because even though it was just a single sentence, and not even a complete one, the information it contained was already more than enough—and terrifying enough!

What level of existence was the Wandering Eye Tyrant ’Zergelos’?

It was a Legendary creature—and a mutant among Eye Demons at that. Having just crossed blades with it, Kobataen knew all too well how powerful it was.

The Empire had not launched a purge against it recently, not for lack of desire, but because careful calculations had shown that even if they assembled more than three Legendary Powerhouses and a double-digit number of Transcendent Strong Persons, the purge would still likely fail.

The main issue was that the opponent was a mutant Eye Demon; its enhanced eye rays were monstrously overpowered, and combined with its death aura, Anti-Magic Field, death ripple, and so on, unless a High-tier Legendary took the field, any strike team would inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

But even for the world’s foremost Human nation, the number of High-tier Legendary individuals within the Empire could be counted on one hand, and most of them had already been committed to the war against the Drow Elf Bane Family.

"Contact the nearest company and have them head over to investigate immediately."

"General, why don’t we go as well? The battle for Belendaan is already in its final stage." At this moment, Hamilton, captain of the Seraph’s Wing squad, volunteered.

His expression was solemn too, because the report from the Communication Crystal Stone was too shocking.

Hamilton couldn’t figure it out either—who could possibly have the strength to assemble a team capable of killing the Wandering Eye Tyrant ’Zergelos’!

"Fine, but don’t act rashly. Reconnaissance comes first."

"Understood."

....