"Level… level 150?"
All the elite team mbers looked shocked.
There were about a hundred mbers in this elite team and all of them were equipped with above average gear.
This was on an entirely different level than the ones that were distributed. Most of this gear was of magic grade and unique grade and even had a few special effects.
However, even these people could only stand dumbfounded at the sight of the terrifying creatures.
Not only were there about a hundred or more Level 50 to 60 isons, there were also two Level 150 isons leading this small swarm.
The isons had evolved way faster than anyone had ever imagined!
What were they supposed to do now? Everyone had prepared for this day, for this war, after making certain assumptions. Everything was carefully planned based on the scouts reports. Now everything was wrong?
Several of the Elite team mbers shivered and trembled.
The Grand War had only barely begun and they already faced a mass wipeout. What sort of a dark cody was this? They were re ants in front of these isons. How could such a big mistake have happened? Who was responsible for this massive oversight?
It did not make sense! This should not be happening! Was this world dood after all?
The entire elite team was completely shaken. This was the first ti for these people to co across a swarm of this size and strength. So their previous courage and arrogance vanished in a second.
So covered their faces with their hands and collapsed on the ground. So peed their pants and started inching backward. So started praying. There were even a couple who had totally lost it and committed suicide, no longer willing to live in this world that did not make sense.
However, before the majority of them could take such drastic asures, sothing unexpected happened. Before the isons could reach the army and tear them apart into shreds, another group of n arrived from the wilderness.
If one looked closely, these n were all impressively geared, so even better than the elite team. These n were previously standing hidden amidst the first battalion but now they had separated themselves from the troops and arrived next to the elite army.
More importantly, the shocking thing about this group of n was the vague dark aura that swirled around the entirety of the group. It was not sothing anyone can pinpoint but the aura was definitely palpable.
And in the middle of this group was none other than the man who was leading the entire war from the shadows, the Oracle and his right hand, the man who was feared by many and called the God of Death, Kouske.
The mont they arrived, the elite army imdiately recognized these two VIPs and looked at them in fear and dread.
That was right. It was this man whom they had followed. It was this man whom they revered and trusted with their very life. It was because of this man that this entire war was happening.
So how could he possibly go wrong?
No. No. There was no way he could go wrong! He had to be correct. Otherwise, today the entire humanity would be wiped out.
But no amount of blind faith was going to save them at this point. The swarm of isons was right in front of them. In a second, they were all going to be dead. What could soone like him even do?
The next second before anyone could say anything Kouske reacted first. With a wave of his hand, a horde of about hundred undead appeared on the battleground. Imdiately, a stench of death perated the air.
This group of undead firmly stood between the incoming isons and the elite army. Moreover, every single one of these undeads were Level 50.
Just like that, the swarm of isons did not seem as threatening anymore. With these terrifying undead on their side, there was still hope for victory!
However, right at this ti, the two ison Generals acted. Seeing the strength of the enemy undergo an explosive increase, the two Generals blasted forward at top speed, covering the distance between them as if it was nothing.
Not only was the level of these two isons considerably high but their capabilities also seed to be no joke. This was clear from the way they moved. Their speed and agility was off the charts with anyone barely able to see them.
Only after they arrived, the elite army realized the obvious. It looked like their fate was still sealed after all. Even a formidable army of undead was not enough to take down two monsters like this.
If, by chance, these two insects were capable of unleashing large-scale attacks, then their entire elite unit would be wiped out in a single move. Naturally, the others in the outer periter of the red zone would not be an exception. It would be their turn next.
Oh, Lord! Why would there be such monsters on their planet which only weeks before was completely different? How could such things grow so fast?
The two Level 150 isons did not care about the thoughts of re mortals, nor they intended to wait for them to accept their fate. The mont they arrived, their bodies started spinning wildly, and several small spears appeared around them.
It was unclear what these spears were made of. However, a powerful electric current sizzled around these spears. The power radiated from these spears was so strong that even if one touched soone slightly, they might just blast apart from the impact.
So what was going to happen when these spears inevitably bombard the army gathered? Complete and utter decimation!
pαпᵈα-noνɐ1·сoМ However, before sothing like this could happen, the man at the center of this whole affair chanted sothing under his breath and raised his hand.
The next instant, two golden cages appeared and dropped onto the two isons, completely arresting and imprisoning them on the spot.
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