Though four thousand people were nothing to the human nations of this world—not even as large as a border garrison—what if every one of them was a Level 50 or higher professional, and more than half had already learned to wield life energy?
Then they would be a force powerful enough to overturn the entire world!
If Allen had ambitions of kingship and conquest, taking these four thousand people on a campaign now would be enough to sweep from one end of the continent to the other.
No nation, faction, or individual could stand against this group that had evolved into the "Fourth Great Calamity."
But for now, he merely scattered these Hunter Association elites across the map known as the "Demi-human Tribal Plains" in small teams, then used the bracelets worn by each person for tracking, command, and deployment.
In barely two or three days, over three hundred Demi-human Tribes under the control of the Great Tomb of Nazarick had been wiped out, along with the watchtowers and fortresses established by the undead.
Moreover, because they moved so quickly and focused their fire on instantly killing the high-ranking undead capable of Teleportation Magic, sounding alarms, or communicating whenever battle began, they had advanced three or four hundred kilometers without the enemy noticing anything unusual.
Under Allen's direct orders, wherever they swept through, nothing would remain but ruins.
At that moment, Heckron, captain of the empire's Four Strategists team, was sitting atop a wall that clearly bore the characteristics of a military fortress. Looking down at the Lich that had been thoroughly killed, along with more than four hundred low-level undead, he chuckled and sighed. "That victory came really easily!"
"Yeah! If we run into another enemy stronghold of this size, I'll be able to level up." The Half-Elf Imina