Within the First Army of the Twenty-seventh Legion, Namos, commander of the Holy Shield Legion, watched the Shadow Blade Legion charge forward in full force. A trace of madness surfaced in his eyes.
"Let me offer Mother and My God a modest congratulatory gift."
As his words fell, countless silver cubes appeared in the air, radiating powerful energy fluctuations.
Sensing the spatial disturbance, the purple-haired Black Asia Orc looked up, his expression changing drastically.
"Decoys!"
"They were actually decoys!"
Albert, the Soul Intent High-level Dark Blade Warrior standing beside the purple-haired Black Asia Orc, looked toward the battlefield. The more than two thousand humans lying there were not illusions.
"They're ruthless."
"We can only fight."
Jiamous, standing to the right, had a grave look in his eyes, his voice somewhat low.
In an instant, the silver cubes rapidly disintegrated, turning into countless tiny points of silver light that gathered into figures across the ground.
In only a few breaths, more than three thousand Shield Warriors appeared on the battlefield.
Under the radiance of dawn, the black mist surrounding the Black Asia Orc Shadow Blade Warriors was suppressed. Their bodies were pressed to varying degrees, forcing them to divert part of their strength to resist the pressure.
Namos rose into the air and looked at the three Soul Intent High-level Black Asia Orc Shadow Blade Warriors hovering in the distance, madness gleaming in his eyes.
With a thought, a golden shield appeared.
The next moment, the golden shield began to split—one into two, two into four, four into eight...
Within seconds, five hundred and twelve golden shields appeared around Namos, circling him.
At the same time, thick purple-black mist surged up behind the purple-haired Black Asia Orc. Figures emerged from within it—some human, some orc, and some elf...
Several hundred figures