Elsewhere, above the Void Abyss Rift, aboard the Catastrophe-Class flagship, the Purgatory.
Crushed Stone, a level 43 Void Abyss Lord and the current commander of the war on Kevin-9, wore an utterly grim expression.
Crushed Stone was a fallen Eternal Flame Elf.
He had abandoned the Goddess of Black Cinders and embraced the Shadow King.
He looked like a humanoid mass of burning, twisted violet flame.
"Damn it! What the hell is going on with those warships? Why are they helping the Company?!"
"Fuck! What the hell happened? Where are their captains?!"
His adjutant spoke with an equally grim expression. "We still don't know exactly what happened!"
"But judging by the situation, the Company almost certainly dispatched an advance team. Over these six days, they took control of every warship through some method we can't even imagine!"
"Then they used our warships as expendable assets for their plan!"
After hearing this, Crushed Stone crushed the head of a nearby Blood Priest with one hand, venting his fury.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Who the hell was it?!"
This campaign should have brought him glory and triumph, yet it had been plagued with problems from the very beginning.
First, something had gone wrong with the Void Abyss Breach arranged with the Shadow Puppet Sanctum.
It should have opened in a secluded special zone suitable for teleportation, allowing them to secretly amass troops before overwhelming the enemy in a single decisive strike.
But when they emerged from the Void Abyss Breach, they discovered nothing but an exposed plain.
Worst of all, vast numbers of fully developed Life Devourers had already nested around the Void Abyss Breach.
The instant they appeared, the large numbers of cultists and auxiliary troops they brought with them drew a frenzied attack from the Life Devourers' main