Chapter 1789: Chapter 543 chanical Legion Surrounds and Kills Tier 8_2
However, the camp’s periter has multiple defensive lines in place.
If the enemy wants to break through, it’s likely going to take so ti.
All kinds of battle reports have been sent to the command center in real-ti, and the staff officers are working frantically.
“Passage 11—led by a Seventh-Order Card Master—a hundred-strong army unit is charging through, bearing the emblem of Dragon Wing Viper rcenary Corps’ third subdivision. The chanical Gate has already been destroyed, estimated ti of arrival: five minutes…”
“Gate 8—first line of defense breached—there’s a Seventh-Order Fire Dragon…”
“Passage 16—toxins detected, drainage protocol has been activated.”
“Near the A3 secret exit, the chanical Sentinels have detected signs of life. A reconnaissance squad has been dispatched to verify…”
“…”
The group here consists of seasoned personnel brought in by the Lionheart Family from the East Wilderness—a crew of field-hardened commanders who grew through the gritty trenches of real battlefields.
In the domain of military command, they possess ample experience.
Leonard Churchill stood off to the side, listening. Only now did he gain a complete understanding of the camp’s overall situation from these directives and arrangents.
Though skilled in theoretical aspects of war, Leonard lacked practical experience in troop leadership; just listening to this planning gave him a sense of trendous insight.
The person who impressed Leonard most was Catherine Carter.
The White Jade Lion—before him, she’d mostly exhibited the “White Jade” part: a flawless beauty. But now, she revealed her “Lion” side.
Standing before the holographic projection, it was as if she’d transford entirely—a sort of intangible authority emanated from her, overshadowing the sharpness of the assembled generals.
It wasn’t just her aura; her ability to command and dominate the battlefield left Leonard utterly astonished.
Every order she issued lined up almost perfectly within Leonard’s calculated scenarios, proving to be the optimal decision each ti.
Leonard understood that others lacked his highly ticulous logical reasoning abilities, and Catherine’s mastery stemd entirely from her profound military knowledge and innate talent.
This young lady from the Lionheart Family truly possessed unmatched brilliance in the art of warfare.
As soone still inexperienced in commanding armies, Leonard refrained from interjecting, instead quietly observing.
Having comprehended the Law of War back in Giant Spirit City, he could now perceive deeper layers of conflict and strategy.
It was as though the abstract principles were materialized—troops on the chessboard moving according to prescribed rules in combat.
These systematic patterns, like the chanics of a ga, were traces of the Law of War.
Lost in thought montarily, Leonard’s gaze flickered with insight.
Suddenly, Catherine issued a directive near him: “Everyone, closely monitor the movents of Poison Scythe Zorass. Their target is our command center—they will certainly strike. Hunting God Battle Armor Team, secure all passages…”
The staff officers responded in unison, yet none had detected any signs of the enemy.
Leonard had no intentions of getting involved.
chanical science requires extensive practical testing; only through combat can one determine which level of armor withstands the erosion of Eighth-Rank laws. Accurate data feedback is essential for technological advancent.
The Alliance Army desperately needs a large-scale battle like this to evaluate the combat capability of the chanical Legion.
But upon hearing her order, Leonard’s thoughts shifted, prompting him to speak: “That Poison Scythe Zorass is quite notorious across the Southern Continent—known for unpredictable tactics. Many tis, they’ve achieved victories on the battlefield through ingenious and unexpected maneuvers… I think they may already be here, but won’t show up on any passage that appears to be a trap…”
Leonard had taken note earlier of the Dragon Wing Viper rcenary Corps’ high ranking in the rcenary Union.
Sotis fa is a double-edged sword; it exposes much of one’s foundation.
The room fell silent as everyone turned to Leonard, surprised by his sudden interjection.
Catherine’s eyes flashed with intrigue; sensing he’d uncovered sothing, she asked, “Are you saying the enemy will attack using an unforeseen thod?”
“Yes.”
Leonard nodded.
It wasn’t that the staff officers lacked imagination—they simply underestimated the capabilities of an Eighth-order Card Master.
The Eighth Rank represents a “Demigod” tier, commanding abilities beyond human reach.
Although Leonard was reluctant to interfere with battle planning, making preparations in advance could significantly reduce casualties.
Without hesitation, Leonard revealed his thoughts: “They’ll likely descend from the ceiling. Zorass is an Eighth-Rank Green Dragon Descendant—his toxins can easily corrode listone. Though it would consu extra Magical Power, his cautious deanor ensures he’d never risk exposing himself.”
On the surface, an Eighth-order Card Master has overwhelming superiority against the Hunting God Armor; common logic dictates they’d opt for a direct assault.
But anyone who reaches the Eighth Rank has clawed their way through battlefields soaked in blood.
The arrogant and reckless ones are long dead.
The longevity of Poison Scythe Zorass stems from his unparalleled cunning.
The room fell into contemplative silence; the notion seed absurd at first glance. After all, the ceiling’s rock layers stretched hundreds of ters thick—even the most advanced bombs currently couldn’t penetrate them. Could this truly be achievable with sheer human capability? If not rapidly breached, they’d inevitably be detected—rendering the effort pointless.
However, Catherine barely hesitated before decisively giving her command: “Notify chanical Teams 1, 2, and 3 to concentrate firepower on the ceiling. Team 4 should continue guarding the passages.”
Her instruction initiated a major shift in the camp’s defense dynamics—reallocating the bulk of their protective resources upwards. The expressions among the staff officers varied.
After all, such drastic decisions, if misguided, could result in catastrophic losses.
But no one hesitated; the group resolutely acknowledged in unison: “Understood!”
Leonard, lacking prophetic powers, relied solely on the predictive reasoning yielded by “I Am the World”—this was the lone calculated outco.
Regarding trusted allies like Catherine, Leonard opted to share his deduction more freely: “Those rcenaries possess a capable strategist. The feigned assaults on the periter mainly serve as coercion tactics. They’re likely equipped with so unique perception relic—a top-tier Card Master has already locked onto the surrounding waterways. Should anyone attempt a retreat through secondary tunnels, they’ll be imdiately targeted and intercepted…”
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