Knowing that more than 400,000 soldiers from the Norman Empire's breakout legions had ultimately escaped the Devil Race's pursuit and made it back, Zhang Tie finally let go of more than half the worry hanging over his heart. Zhang Tie knew that with Reinhardt's strength, so long as he was not truly trapped in a hopeless, nine-deaths-one-life predicament, that man would definitely be all right.
This news was certainly cause for celebration, but it also proclaimed just how brutal the encounter between the breakout force and that Devil Race legion had been. The Norman Empire had sent three of its finest ace legions to the Selnes War Zone this time, nearly 1.5 million men, yet fewer than 500,000 had returned alive. At least an entire legion of Warriors had been lost during the breakout alone. Such losses could only be called colossal. And the combat strength of that Devil Race super legion, which numbered only around 100,000, was once again displayed clearly before Zhang Tie's eyes—if they met in open country, even with a tenfold or twentyfold numerical advantage, ordinary human legions would still be no match for that Devil Race legion. Once they encountered it, it would still be a massacre. Throughout the entire Blakerson Human Corridor, no nation and no legion could stand against that Devil Race super legion.
The one commanding that Devil Race legion and directing the overall war in the Blakerson Human Corridor was the "Devil Marshal" spoken of by the Three-Eyed Society—this "Devil Marshal" was absolutely an extraordinarily powerful Devil Race Knight. The Battle Qi he cultivated could continuously increase in power through poisonous substances. This was extremely important information; if Zhang Tie encountered him in the future, he would have to be careful. Zhang Tie waited quietly. Only more than ten minutes after