The So-Called Elite Were Born to Be Surrounded!

Alvin observed carefully.

The Demon Forge Palace stood at the very top of a mountain that had been hollowed out. Almost the entire mountain had been excavated, from its peak to its base, and its interior was packed with densely clustered fortresses, each filled with various interlocking fields of fire.

Just as the Ravenwing Grand Master had said, with their current strength, they had managed to take a fortress at the foot of the mountain—

But even dreaming of fighting their way up to the summit was pure fantasy!

Given Chaos's troop deployment, they would need to conjure several full Chapters out of thin air, and those Chapters would also have to bring heavy weapons, siege engines, and both heavy ranged and melee Dreadnoughts, just to have any hope of breaching the defenses head-on.

Even a frontal breakthrough would take at least several days!

But that would play right into Chaos's hands. They had prepared for battle here precisely to buy time, and they weren't afraid of a prolonged fight.

Chaos could afford to wait. They couldn't!

The Demon Forge Palace atop the mountain was shrouded in a dense crimson glow, its radiance seeming to dye the sky red. Even though they were at the foot of the mountain, several kilometers from the summit, a fear that seeped into their bones and an oppressive atmosphere had already poured down upon them like a great river bursting its banks!

The profane Chaos Star above the Demon Forge Palace was gradually taking shape. A bloodthirsty aura, as ferocious as that of a Daemon, seemed almost tangible. The terrifying malice leaking from the ritual grew ever more turbulent as the Warp Rift expanded.

The situation was so horrifying that even an ordinary mortal could sense that something calamitous was about to happen; there