While all the soldiers and Players on the front lines were caught up in heated discussions over Red Dragon's death, the coalition's senior leaders were also holding an emergency meeting.
Cassiss of the Molten Alliance looked utterly furious as he demanded of Withered Branch:
"What the hell happened? Didn't you say you had everything arranged?"
"And everyone knew how strong Red Dragon was. How could Gheros have killed him so easily?!"
"Can you people do anything right?"
"Do you have any idea how much the death of a leading commander affects morale across the front in a battle of this scale?!"
Rage surged through Cassiss, and he could no longer control his expression.
As a veteran combatant, Cassiss understood the crucial aspects of large-scale military operations all too well.
He knew exactly what Red Dragon had come to represent to the coalition.
Replacing a commander on the eve of battle was already a grave taboo.
Yet now, just as the fighting began, the supreme commander who had led all their soldiers, whom the troops worshipped as the very embodiment of martial valor, had simply died!
He had not even accomplished anything earth-shaking in the process.
He had not protected civilians, led a charge, or volunteered to cover a retreat!
He had just died!
His death had been so casual, so absurd.
Beside them, Leo Stowe wore a faint sneer, but said little.
At that moment, waves of disbelief also swept through Leo Stowe's mind.
Damn! That's Delusion's man for you! Isn't his combat power a little too terrifying?
That was Red Dragon of the Wall Watchers! A terrifying being whose scales had all been bathed in divine blood!
And this Gheros killed him the moment they met!
How the hell did he do it?!
Looking utterly grim, Withered Branch took