Chapter 1550: Chapter 50, Counting Stars_2
The brutal survival environnt of the Earth Core World made the centipedes indifferent to life and death.
Fight, fight, and fight again!
It seems their only purpose for survival is to battle.
The brain is sothing only the high-ranking mbers of the clan need; the lower-tier centipede soldiers have been subjected to the strictest combat training since childhood.
Limited food resources are prioritized for those valuable to the species. The weak-bodied have no chance to grow up.
In the face of the fierce assault by the centipede soldiers, the defending army does not bow its head and retaliates with sharp thods.
To avoid the enemy’s beheading strategy, Earl Piers, commanding the entire army, has already hidden within the troops.
In the rear, dozens of Marshal’s Banners suddenly rise, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.
The sudden change confuses the Sanctuary Powerhouses of the Centipede Clan. They were ready to capture the king, but suddenly dozens of targets appeared.
With so many Marshal’s Banners, at most one is genuine, and it’s even possible that all are fake.
Maybe it’s a prepared trap, waiting for them to fall into.
Losing their lives might be avoided, but being humiliated is still very likely.
The Sanctuary Powerhouses are hesitating, while the strongn from the Human Race responsible for entangling them beco increasingly energetic.
Risking lives with Sanctuary Powerhouses is indeed quite risky, but ti is on their side.
As soon as the war broke out, the news was sent to the capital, and based on timing, it should now be in Hudson’s hands.
Not hoping for too many reinforcents, as long as their Commander in Chief arrives on the front line, that’s the strongest support.
Also commanding an army, Hudson’s Marshal’s Banner can enhance the morale much more than other generals.
Under normal circumstances, too many Marshal’s Banners can easily cause chaos within the troops, especially when reporting ssages; ssenger soldiers can easily contact the wrong target.
However, the defending army’s camp is as calm as ever, clearly having been trained in advance.
The tis are progressing, and the army must naturally keep abreast with the tis. Since the return of overseas strongn, the Kingdom’s Army has been training tactics aid at Sanctuary Powerhouses.
However, ordinary soldiers are not qualified to participate in this kind of battle. The task of encircling the Sanctuary falls on the Knight Corps.
Theoretically, if the enemy’s Sanctuary is brazen enough, a single elite Knight Corps can take down a Sanctuary.
But alas, this is just theory!
Apart from exceptions like Hudson, those who beco Sanctuary figures are usually older, long past the age of impulsiveness.
They can fight, but gambling with their lives is overestimating them.
The situation in front is an example; among the many Marshal’s Banners are traps, waiting for the enemy to jump in.
As an old Noble family, the Dalton Family still has legendary weapons against Sanctuary Powerhouses in their collection.
However, these equipnts are only useful in special circumstances and can only wound the enemy.
To kill a Sanctuary requires massive troop cooperation, continuously sacrificing lives.
“Dispatch orders, Magical Beast Legion, attack!”
Seeing the enemy’s assault intensify, Governor Piers decisively orders.
Orders given, the earth begins to tremble. With the deploynt of the Magical Beast Legion, representing the highest combat power of the kingdom, the entire battlefield erupts.
The Knight’s Spear gleaming with cold light, paired with the ferocious magical beast under the rider, is enough to induce terror.
The only pity is that the mounts are not uniform. Although all are Sub-dragon beasts, each has its own characteristics influenced by maternal genes.
Though few in number, they unleash a wilder aura than thousands of horses galloping.
Even at a distance of several miles, the killing intent from this rush can be clearly felt in the Marshal’s Camp of the Centipede Army.
“As expected of the continent’s overlord!
This Magical Beast Legion alone is sothing no Earth Core race could afford!”
Pretending to be calm with his words, deep inside the Centipede Marshal is already mad with jealousy.
In the Earth Core World, they don’t even have three als a day. To survive requires all-out effort.
Taming magical beasts is purely wishful thinking. No species would dare waste food so extravagantly.
And, there aren’t many magical beasts in the Earth Core World.
Part of this is due to the harsh natural environnt; another reason is that many weaker magical beasts end up in the stomachs of various races.
“Marshal, if we eat up this elite enemy force, we’ll gain strategic initiative.
Regardless of whether we continue fighting or take the opportunity to negotiate with them, it’ll be in our hands!”
The Six-winged Centipede nearby says excitedly.
Evidently, he has realized the threat posed by the Magical Beast Legion.
If two armies are stalemated in the open, and a Magical Beast Legion suddenly rushes out, it’s likely to decide the war’s outco.
This Extraordinary Troop poses certain threats even to top-tier powerhouses. If carelessly surrounded, one truly might lose their life.
If the opposing Magical Beast Legion were ten thousand strong instead of a thousand, there’d be no need to continue this war.
With the Magical Beast Legion spearheading, elite forces tily reinforcing from behind, they are fully capable of effortlessly crushing them in field battles.
“Hmm!”
Nodding after a mont, the Giant Centipede Marshal decisively orders.
“Relay orders to all corpses, spare no effort to consu the enemy’s Magical Beast Army!”
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Under the moonlit night, Hudson, on the dragon’s back, is idly counting stars with Belsden.
According to ancient legends, the stars over the Continent of Aslante are all the Divine Spirit’s God Kingdom.
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