Although Meshal had withdrawn most of his main force, he had still kept a considerable portion behind to continue the siege.
The rest of his main force was already heading toward Soul Severing City at top speed.
Even though the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group had withdrawn most of its main force, the troops left behind were still formidable. With the Spirit Bone fortifications, trenches, and other military structures they had built earlier, they could still easily suppress the rebels in Pain's Nest.
To say nothing of the rest, the Kronos Parasite Engines and Talos Pain Engines alone were an insurmountable obstacle for the rebels!
These armored units could rival the Imperium's super-heavy tanks. No amount of flesh and blood, fighting spirit, or crude, inferior weapons could bridge that enormous gap.
That was precisely why Meshal felt so at ease.
"Grand Arbiter, there's something I don't understand."
A young noble advisor who had accompanied them asked humbly, "Since you already know this is a trap the rebels have laid, why leave some of our forces behind to keep this place surrounded?"
"Very good, Zephlin." Meshal looked up at the young man of his own race, a trace of satisfaction stirring in him. He nodded slightly. "The fact that you noticed this proves you're already a capable advisor."
"Thank you for the praise, Grand Arbiter. I only hope to stay by your side and learn more."
Zephlin remained as humble and eager to learn as ever.
Meshal, who had seen more than enough of the decadent, shameless habits of the nobility, immediately took a liking to him. His eyes filled with approval. "Here's what I want you to understand: don't be afraid of falling into an enemy trap on the battlefield. Sometimes, all you have to do is think it through, and