The frontline jungle.
The Savage Berserker defensive line.
The ground here was already littered with corpses.
The once-mighty berserkers, the strongest land fighters, lay strewn across the battlefield.
A legion of Arcane Mechanical Armored Knights, their bodies glowing with a bloody hue, marched through the jungle littered with corpses.
They headed toward the front.
At that moment.
A cavalryman appeared in the distance.
He quickly ran up to the legion.
"Lord Ivan."
"We found no sign of Lord Solan."
Upon hearing the report, a trace of anger appeared on Ivan's face.
"Damn Solan."
"Another useless piece of trash like Pasha."
"He didn't even send a single messenger."
"Once I find them, I'll tie him to a pillar and whip him viciously for three days!"
Ivan did not yet know that Solan's corpse had already gone cold.
At that moment, another centurion beside him spoke.
"My lord."
"Judging from the two rounds of ambushes we encountered."
"Solan and the others should have been surrounded."
"The Blue Star Lord's legion is using their lives to stop us from advancing."
"Solan's legion must be surrounded up ahead."
"If we advance a little farther, we should be able to see them."
Ivan nodded.
"Of course."
"Do you really think the Blue Star Lord's useless legions could kill Solan and the others?"
But soon, Ivan turned around and asked.
"How many people did we lose in the battle just now?"
"All the Mechanical Servants were lost, along with five Arcane Mechanical Armored Knights. Another ten Arcane Mechanical Armored Knights were wounded."
"These barbarians are quite strong."
"Our Mechanical Servants were all hacked to death by them immediately."
"In the Old Continent Civilization, these barbarians were probably once at the level of the Central Plains' ten strongest Imperial Guard units."
Upon hearing the casualty figures.
Ivan