Lynn had spent half a month advancing through the area between the First Defensive Line and the Second Defensive Line.
Since the First Defensive Line had been retaken by their side, quite a few scattered enemies remained here.
The density of Holy-Light Creatures was far higher than in the outer regions. He often encountered small groups of enemies—sometimes Paladins, sometimes Holy-Light Behemoths, and sometimes even Angels.
He advanced slowly, stopping after every stretch of travel to have the Shadow Flyers continuously spread out and scout the surroundings. He also had the Demon Eyes survey from high in the sky, only moving on after confirming there was no ambush ahead.
Steadiness was his only strategy now.
This area lay between two defensive lines. It was safe in one sense, yet dangerous in another.
The Holy Light Faction's main forces were blocked inside the First Defensive Line and could not get out, but there were always stragglers slipping through the gaps, hoping to reinforce their allies within the line.
Those stragglers were not numerous, but their levels were not low. A few days ago, he had encountered a squad of Four-Winged Angels led by a Six-Winged Angel.
Running into Lynn had simply been their misfortune. The Fallen Angel and the Graywings had surrounded them, and in the end, every last one had been captured.
Lynn's Angel Legion had expanded as well.
On the twentieth day, things began to feel wrong.
The army had advanced for three full days, walking from morning until night, then from night until dawn, without encountering a single Holy-Light Creature.
There were no patrols, no scattered soldiers, not even a Holy Scarab.
The wilderness was empty, containing only rubble, sand, and that eternal pillar of golden light in the distance.
Lynn rode on the Bone Dragon's back, his