The communication was cut off.
The command room fell silent.
The silence lasted for several seconds before a roar of discussion suddenly erupted.
"How is that possible? Even if the Snakefolk had grown wings, they couldn't possibly have flown to the Earth Vein Corridor!"
"With so many sentries watching the place, were they all being paid to do nothing? I seriously suspect the Dwarf sentries were drinking and sleeping on the job!"
Ahan's expression darkened slightly. He said in a low voice, "Everyone, quiet down."
The commotion continued. The news was simply too shocking.
"Everyone, quiet down!"
Ahan raised his voice. The fluctuations of Lord Tier Psionic Particles spread out, and the command room—which had been as noisy as a marketplace—instantly fell silent. Everyone's eyes turned toward Ahan in unison, eager to hear what insight their commander had.
Ahan's scalp prickled, but he wisely found a way to defuse the situation:
"Prophet Dio, what do you think?"
Bai Xiaowen's thoughts turned quickly. After his initial surprise, he had already recovered before anyone else and begun considering how to respond. He understood one principle: once something bad had become an established fact, there was no point in pursuing responsibility, nor was there time to vent one's anger. Finding the optimal solution under the current circumstances was the top priority!
"Since the Snakefolk's main force has already reached the Earth Vein Corridor, our first priority is to send reinforcements immediately. Fortunately, we aren't far from the entrance to the Earth Vein Corridor, and it will take the Snakefolk time to destroy it. The Dwarf defenders inside the corridor can also buy us some time!"
Bai Xiaowen said solemnly, "First, all of you newly ascended lords who have already bonded with Sacred Artifacts will accompany Her Majesty the Camelot Queen, Marshal Ahan, and