A Bloody Windfall

"The 107th Legion has been wiped out!"

"The 103rd Legion has been wiped out!"

Two more death notices came from the Undead Legion.

"General!"

"General!"

Even the generals who had steadfastly denied the reports and repeatedly dismissed them as rumors fell silent.

They knew too many soldiers had died over the past three days. By now, the soldiers were exhausted and afraid.

"We can't hold!"

"That's the Tyrant!"

"The Tyrant can kill even those in the Legendary Realm, even those in the Immortal Realm! There are endless undead on the island. We can't hold. We're dying for nothing!"

The collapse came in an instant.

It began with one or two soldiers, spread to a squad, a battalion, a legion, then fear and revulsion swept through hundreds of legions like sparks setting a prairie ablaze.

"Ahhh!"

"Run for your lives!"

"We surrender! Mercy! Mercy!"

The Coastal Alliance suffered a massive rout.

Legions scattered and fled; legions threw themselves to the ground and begged to surrender.

They fell apart.

Their army crumbled.

"It's over!"

Deep within the defensive line, Usenno had stood for three days, directing the battle throughout. As he watched legion after legion break and surrender, he seemed relieved. The anger drained from him, replaced by a sense of release.

"The Tyrant."

"Benag."

Usenno gazed into the distance. He could not see that far, yet he seemed to see Benag shrouded in blood-red light, his expression indifferent.

The Tyrant.

The butcher of men.

With the might of tens of millions of undead behind him and the savagery of one who had slaughtered millions of soldiers, Benag's radiance sent a chill through even Usenno's heart.

"A man like that..."

All nine Immortal Realm members of the Coastal Alliance fell silent.

The four Immortal Realm allies invited to help said nothing either.