When the blood-red horizon stirred with waves once more, enormous Siege Towers, dragged by giants, appeared before everyone's eyes. A black tide surged forth from the sea of blood like a burst dam.
A massive skull burned with emerald flames atop the banners. On the pitch-black flags was painted only a strange, bloodstained maw.
At the forefront of the dark formation stood hulking masses more than four or five meters tall, entirely clad in curse-patterned armor. Steel crystals like antlers spread from the warriors' heads, while flames kindled by the Blood Tree burned in their eyes.
The cursed blades in their hands drank blood and wailed.
They raised their voices in shouts and roars.
"The Wolf Lord Legion."
Standing atop the wreckage of a warship, the Venerable Elder withdrew his gaze from the distance and introduced them to Lin Zhongxiaowu at his side. "A bestowed legion of a fallen kingdom. Its commander should be a descendant of The Wolf-Skinned; only one of their blood can command this personal army of the rulers.
"It appears to be the vanguard.
"We are likely on their marching route, sir."
"A regular army, huh."
Lin Zhongxiaowu narrowed his eyes and looked up at the huge Corpse Dragons circling above the formation. "What a pain... I don't understand how warfare works in Hell. Venerable Elder, is there anything you can teach me? Please don't hold back."
The Venerable Elder fell silent for a moment. He could not gauge Lin Zhongxiaowu's intentions, nor could he tell whether Lin Zhongxiaowu sincerely sought advice or simply did not want anyone telling him how to do things.
Yet out of loyalty to Huai Shi, he still chose to speak frankly. "In my humble opinion, even against the Wolf Lord Legion, sir need not waver.
"The balance between attack and