Ais Te stood on the top floor of the tower behind the palace where she lived, quietly gazing at Arthur's legion, which had descended into complete chaos. A crimson glimmer shone in her eyes. The Abyss World's unique environment provided a strange enhancement to her pair of crimson demon eyes, allowing her to see every last detail of everything happening throughout the camp for hundreds of miles around.
Cavemen flowed like a tide, like multicolored sewage seeping in from the edges of Arthur's pitch-black camp. The already disorderly camp immediately became even noisier and more chaotic. Confusion spread from the perimeter toward the center, until the entire camp gradually began to churn.
The troublesome part was that the rookie camp did not have many mid- and low-ranking officers with actual combat experience. Faced with soldiers running everywhere like headless flies, the commanders Arthur had appointed had completely lost control of their men.
It was still the same old problem: the legion's body was far too huge, while its brain and bones were far too weak. There was simply no way it could properly control this army.
Ais Te let out a soft sigh and complained in a low voice, "He looks rather handsome, and his skills are passable enough. Among human men, he can even be considered somewhat enduring. But trash is still trash. Look at the army under his command—can this possibly accomplish Master's goal?"
A faint blue glow slowly emerged behind her, and the Deep Blue Heart silently appeared from the air.
Ais Te's cool voice came from within the Deep Blue Heart. "I never placed all my hopes on that piece of trash. All I need is the sufficiently numerous legion he brought with him. As long as he can ensure that enough soldiers reach the destination