If Habal was the pillar of the Demon Legion, then the adjutant was its soul.
No one knew the adjutant's name.
Likewise, no one knew why Habal trusted the adjutant so deeply.
Yet ever since the Demon Legion had been established, the adjutant had always been responsible for battlefield command.
Habal, meanwhile, charged at the front and defeated powerful enemies.
Neither could do without the other, and they complemented each other perfectly.
So while they appeared unremarkable on the surface, their relationship was actually very close.
After all, if they did not get along, they could never have worked together for tens of millions of years.
Facing the Demon Legion was the Seventeenth Group Army.
Wang Meng was proficient in military tactics and skilled at Troop Deployment and Formation.
Therefore, the moment he saw the Demon Legion send troops into battle, he saw through their intentions.
"A probe?"
Wang Meng muttered from the command platform, "Then make sure they don't return."
"Deng Qiang, your legion will meet the enemy head-on."
"Zhang Hao, I'll activate a state on you. Find the right opportunity and launch a flanking assault."
"Dugu Xin, lead your troops out from the left and cut off the enemy's retreat route as much as possible."
The three Legion Commanders accepted their orders and left with their troops one after another.
As for the "activating a state" Wang Meng mentioned, it was a unique talent.
For example, Zhuge Liang could refine various battle formations into one-use magical artifacts in advance.
Or Cao Cao, who could greatly increase the damage dealt by his own generals.
Otherwise, Zhang Liao could not possibly have slain a Supreme Evil God with just two strikes before the formation.
Wang Meng, meanwhile, could greatly increase the success rate of all kinds of military tactics and