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The Octopus Head Young Master had always been protected by two experts at his side.
Even on a battlefield like this, he could move about with ease.
Continuously evading all manner of danger, the Octopus Head Mind Swordsman could always sense where danger would emerge at the first opportunity and take the Octopus Head Young Master away.
Meanwhile, the Octopus Head Mind Warlock used psychic power to prevent others from detecting their existence.
However, this could only ensure their own safety. On a massive battlefield with more than a million combatants, the strength of just the three of them was far too insignificant to change the course of the battle.
All they could count on was the single strike in the Octopus Head Young Master's hand.
"Young Master, you cannot use it. The one-use attack effect of Red Equipment is not something that can be obtained so easily.
Even if my lord wished to apply for it, it would require considerable resources.
This time, it was only because we were searching for treasure that my lord transferred the effect of that strike into the Young Master's hands.
These more than two million undead are nothing, and neither are those Lords of Filth.
Even if they all die, as long as we can bring the effect of that strike back safely, we will not be blamed."
Because the two of them kept trying to persuade him, and because the Octopus Head Young Master understood the power and importance of the item in his hand, he had refrained from acting.
He merely followed the two of them as they continuously retreated, evaded danger, and searched for an opportunity to turn the situation around.
However, none of them noticed an arrow on the ground