Lin Qi raised a brow. Those words were far too sanctimonious. It was the elven army that was suffering now, which was why Mu Wei could speak with such righteous indignation. If it had been the gods' direct troops surrounded instead, she would probably have handled things very differently, wouldn't she?
Waving a hand at Hu Xinzhu, Lin Qi smiled. "I'll go take a look around the elves' side. Those elves can die if they die, but there are quite a few ordinary humans among them! If we can save them before death arrives, they should be able to become devout believers, right?"
Mu Wei's eyes suddenly lit up, but after extending her spiritual power to sense the number of humans over there, she shook her head again, losing all interest in Lin Qi's proposal. There were neither many nor few humans there—merely a few million human servants. Mu Wei did not consider such a trifling amount of faith power worth her notice.
Pulling on a black cloak, Lin Qi slowly made his way toward the river valley where the elves were encircled. Everywhere, metal armies stood ready for battle. Metal warriors formed neat formations of ten thousand, prepared to enter the battlefield at any moment. The metal army was like a precision machine, operating at high speed with a terrifyingly steady efficiency of slaughter.
Several formations of ten thousand that had been routed by the elven army withdrew from the front. Those metal warriors missing arms or legs left the battlefield outright, while those whose bodies remained mostly intact silently moved to the rear of their own formations, reorganizing themselves into neat formations of ten thousand once more. Even as they retreated, several other formations of ten thousand had already followed close behind and thrown themselves into battle.
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