The human kingdom forces had finished assembling, and everyone wore grave expressions. This clash between the humans and the Elves had surpassed everyone's expectations in scale.
By this point, no one had the ability to control the situation.
In past Continental Wars, although Holy Domain experts often took the field, they mostly served to keep one another in check.
In an ordinary Continental War, only ten or twenty Holy Domain experts would die. Only especially brutal conflicts would claim fifty or sixty.
Mass deaths of over a hundred Holy Domain experts usually occurred only during transitions of continental hegemony.
This Continental War was different. The war on the Great Grasslands alone had claimed a combined total of twenty-seven Holy Domain experts from the three participating sides.
The Central Continent battlefield, the most brutal of all, had suffered even heavier casualties. So far in the Continental War, the human side alone had lost as many as forty-three Holy Domain experts.
The Alien Race Alliance was in much the same state. Whatever advantages it had gained in the Central Continent had all been repaid in the Northern Continent.
Adding the losses of the invaders from the divine kingdoms, the number of Holy Domain experts who had fallen across the continent in the past two years had surpassed one hundred.
Yet such a brutal war was merely the opening act. The true climax—the "finals" between the two camps—was about to begin.
Looking at the experts gathered from all sides, even Hudson felt uncertain.
Reason told him that in the coming melee of experts, the slightest mistake could lead to death.
"We just received word that the experts of the Three Central Continent Kingdoms are tied down by the war and cannot leave. The experts from the Moxi Duchy will arrive shortly.
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