West Coast Plains.
Moon Hill.
The Sea God Church and the garrison of the legion they had hired from the Central Plains.
"I didn't expect crossing the West Coast Mountains to go so smoothly."
"We didn't encounter any resistance at all."
"Looks like Fang Yuan really was careless."
"He didn't station the necessary warning legion in the West Coast Mountains."
"Hmph!"
"He must have thought that he had already taken Werner Fortress."
"And surrounded Sea God City."
"So he believed victory was already in his grasp."
"He had no idea that Sea God City was merely bait."
"We're the true main direction of attack."
"Haha, Fang Yuan likes to besiege a point and strike at reinforcements."
"This time, he must have transferred his entire legion to Sea God City, judging from the reports coming from there."
"He even mobilized the naval legion."
"He probably committed all his strength."
"No wonder there aren't enough troops defending the rear."
"Then our timing for crossing the mountains is perfect."
"What do we do next? Gather the legions and attack the branch city?"
The lords of the Sea God Church voiced their opinions one after another.
But the person who ultimately made the decision was the Sea God Church's leader.
He looked toward the mercenary legion from the Central Plains in the distance.
The leader of the Sea God Church felt that he could not see through them.
But since the Holy Son had instructed him that they could be trusted,
the leader of the Sea God Church did not harbor any further suspicions.
Now that they had reached the critical moment of the attack,
the leader of the Sea God Church asked,
"What do you think we should do next?"
"Should we split our forces into two routes, or gather them into one?"