Divide and Attack

A large number of troops converged on the Behemoth Imperial Court, which not only increased the court's defenses but also exposed its location.

Morrison was helpless as the Beastfolk army led the way themselves. Even if he wanted to help buy time, he didn't know where to start.

From the perspective of the Alpha Kingdom, the more troops the Behemoth Emperor has assembled, the better. More troops also mean more casualties.

The kingdom didn't care about the cost of the human reinforcements. They were all people nearing their end; no matter how heavy the casualties, it wouldn't damage the human race's vitality.

From the moment they embarked on their journey, everyone was mentally prepared that they might never return.

No matter how fantastical the rumors may be, no one would naively believe that obtaining the Longevity Secret Method guarantees eternal life.

Currently, there is only one successful case, that of Behemoth Emperor. If this could be promoted and popularized, Behemoth Emperor wouldn't have had to send away his "sons" one after another.

As the human army approached, the Behemoth Imperial Court also launched a grand Ritual ceremony—"Summoning the Beast God"!

To be precise, it is to summon the soldiers under the command of the Beast God, the legendary Beast God Guard.

The strongest members of the Behemoth Clan throughout history would use a secret technique to seal themselves in a temple when their lifespan was nearing its end, calling themselves Beast God Warrior. The people being awakened now are this group.

However, this kind of seal can only slow down the loss of lifespan; after a certain period of time, one will still die.

Besides, there's another drawback: the self-imposed seal lasts too long, and the sealed Behemoth will gradually lose itself over time. When awakened, there's a certain probability it will become insane.

No matter how obvious the flaws are, this is the foundation of the Behemoth Clan.

The Behemoth Tribe have been able to maintain their position as the top of the Five Great Royal Families of the Orc Empire, and this power has played a significant deterrent role.

The reason this power hasn't been used yet is because it's a one-time, devastating weapon. Once the sealed Behemoth Clan powerhouses awaken, they will quickly die due to the exhaustion of their lifespan.

It can be said that this force should not be used unless it is a matter of life and death. The greatest significance of this force is not to kill the enemy, but to deter foreign enemies.

Once unleashed, the power it generates will be immense, but it also means that this precious power will soon disappear with the flames of war.

With the human race now at their doorstep, it's a matter of life and death. Behemoth Emperor himself wasn't sure how much strength the Behemoth Clan had accumulated.

Ultimately, this kind of thing depends entirely on the individual's willingness to cooperate. Only if the person is willing to cooperate can the seal be completed using secret methods.

At the summoning ceremony, Behemoth Emperor was like an ant on a hot pan, anxiously pacing around.

It wasn't that they were worried about the ceremony failing, but rather that they were anxiously waiting for the High Priest to return.

From a global perspective, the Behemoth Clan have suffered a crushing defeat. The total number of Behemoth Cavalry lost on the battlefield exceeds 30,000, three more tribes of 10,000 each were massacred by humans, and over 40,000 Behemoths were slaughtered.

The war is not over yet, Behemoth Clan have already suffered heavy losses and are now being forced to use their hidden strength. Regardless of the outcome of the battles to come, they are definitely the biggest losers.

The race had already lost, Behemoth Emperor himself could not afford to lose again. Having paid such a heavy price, it would be a terrible loss if the plan still failed.

Hearing the familiar cry of the eagle, Behemoth Emperor's eyes lit up. He had finally made it; if he had been any later, it would have been a huge problem.

Having missed this battle, he would never have the ability to gather so many powerful individuals as sacrifices again.

"Your Majesty, His Highness is not feeling well; I must ask him to rest for a while!"

The Grand Sacrifice, carrying the weakened "Crown Prince Alex Supplement" in one hand, explained to Behemoth Emperor.

Deep down, he had cursed more than once: Crown Prince Alex a useless piece of trash. He's so old, yet he still gets dizzy from eagles.

Even though the Golden Giant Eagle slowed down, it continued to vomit in the sky, and its excrement accidentally soiled its feathers, almost causing the Golden Giant Eagle to rebel.

The body was nearly killed as soon as it landed on the golden eagle, so the two naturally had no chance to communicate along the way. In order to solve the problem once and for all, the High Priest decisively knocked the substitute unconscious.

He had thought that Crown Prince Alex would wake up once they arrived at their destination, but he hadn't expected that the "stand-in" would be even more useless than he had anticipated.

The old Ritual wasn't suspicious; it was purely because Alex's playboy persona was too successful. Everyone thought he was a good-for-nothing who only knew how to eat, drink, gamble, and whore.

No matter how useless he is, he's still the crown prince. The fact that the Behemoth Emperor witnessed such a taboo act left the old Ritual utterly embarrassed.

"Okay, let's take him downstairs to rest first!"

The Behemoth Emperor, showing no sign of calming down, said...

The anxiety that had been hanging over me finally subsided. I had originally wanted to say a few words to my son and enjoy some last moments with him, but in the end, I decided against it.

For an emperor, emotions are a cancer. Everything is prepared; he can't possibly give up everything for some insignificant father-son bond.

Countless coffins on the Altar began to shake, followed by a deafening roar. The specially made coffin shattered into pieces, and a white-haired Behemoth appeared before everyone.

This was just the beginning. One after another, the coffins on the field exploded, and powerful figures emerged from the seals one after another.

More coffins were shaking violently, as if struggling intensely. It was as if a mysterious force was constantly preventing them from breaking free.

The awakened group of powerful figures stood frozen in place, like wooden chickens.

No one went up to disturb them; everyone knew this was a memory connection process. This stage is often the most difficult; if one gets lost in their own world and can't break free, they can easily become an idiot.

Outside the Behemoth Imperial Court, shouts of battle filled the air. Faced with the enemy who had come to their doorstep, the assembled Beastfolk army immediately launched a frenzied counterattack.

The result was futile; the more fiercely they fought back, the faster they died.

The soldiers, whose morale was already low, were quickly routed by the oncoming enemy. In an instant, chaos erupted throughout the imperial court, plunging the entire camp into turmoil.

Perhaps it was the bloodthirsty fighting instinct that awakened the sealed Behemoths. One moment they were still in a daze, the next they had transformed into war machines.

The ultimate showdown between the two races finally erupted at the Behemoth Imperial Court.

"What? The enemy launched a ten-pronged attack?"

"Where are the Beastfolk? Where did they go?"

Hudson's surprised questions and answers.

It's not the concentration of refugees that's worrisome, but their dispersal. A group of refugees gathered together can be easily defeated by the expeditionary force if they so choose.

On the contrary, the scattered and wandering refugees are more difficult to deal with. The refugee army is said to number in the millions; even if there are not a million, there are still fifty or sixty thousand.

Even if you let five or six hundred thousand pigs out to be caught, it wouldn't be something that could be done in ten days or half a month. Before you could bring all the pigs back, they would have already reverted to their ancestral forms and become wild boars.

If it were a human, the situation would be even more complicated. They could simply find a place to hide, and no matter how much time Hudson had, he wouldn't be able to find them!

"Count, this news is indeed true. We have verified the intelligence; the enemy has indeed launched an attack from ten directions."

As for the Beastfolk army, not a single one was seen; they most likely withdrew beforehand.

Upon hearing the news, Hudson was initially startled, but then calmed down.

Knowing full well that you can't win, yet still insisting on sending your own people to their deaths is clearly not the act of a wise person.

The Beastfolk commander is definitely not stupid; he managed to make his way here and create such a huge scene.

"Pass down the order to carefully search for the activities of the Beastfolk army, and report any abnormalities immediately."

He ordered each legion to launch attacks on the enemy in regimental units, and to simultaneously gather the fleeing refugees.

Hudson immediately issued the order.

The Behemoth Cavalry had fled, and the only force that could have posed a threat to the expeditionary force was now gone.

For ordinary refugees alone, a regimental-level organization is sufficient to deal with various emergencies.

For Hudson, capturing refugee soldiers alive was far more strategically significant than defeating the refugee army.