Who exactly is Sailesi?
Rosalind has something to say about this:
In the eyes of this " Gluttonous Lady," Sailesi Richter was a complete troublemaker.
Half a century ago, he had planted a hidden pawn, a boy Muller, whom he had high hopes for. Muller was not only quick-witted but also one of the top players in the Middle Tier ranks.
This chess piece represented me in the Second True Blood Alliance, but ended up being ambushed by the Short-Eared Elf by mistake.
On the eve of his sealing, Muller sent the news to Rosalind, who was far away in the Demon Realm, and then received a mission to infiltrate.
About half a year ago, Muller's seal gradually loosened and soon broke free from the underground of Klaf City.
As a marquess of the Rosalind Lineage, Muller had never been averse to cannibalism, and Rosalind had just issued a similar order.
So Muller ate his way through the buffet, almost becoming another High Tier member of his team through continuous consumption.
However, his plan to obtain a High Tier, perfect strategy for free ultimately failed, and the key to victory or defeat lay in the name he had just heard again from the dying Weber— " Sailesi Richter."
Rosalind remembered meeting Sailesi once in the realm of consciousness.
The opponent's true form was a towering tree. That tree severed the connection between itself and that drop of True Blood, thus refining and devouring it into its own power, and then mercilessly mocked itself!
Although a drop of True Blood is to the lineage lord what a cup of water is to the Floating Corpse Sea, the amount lost is never the key issue.
What truly bothered her was that it was a form of humiliation!
Rosalind had never heard of a grand duke whose power had been truly taken away, even in the slightest!
So ever since then, she has maintained a constant anger, an anger directed solely at Sailesi Richter, this human being!
Of course, this anger did not last long, because after a while she heard that her two brothers had been stripped of their Authority and had been reduced to Blood Worm who were just waiting to die.
Compared to the humiliation they suffered, losing a drop of True Blood was nothing.
But she still kept the name Sailesi in her mind, even though she didn't know his full name until today.
Now, his enemies have become skeleton soldiers from the Skeleton Alliance who have crossed the sea. It seems like there has been a significant change, but upon closer inspection, they are still the same persistent Sailesi!
Why is this person so persistent? Why is he turning into a skeleton and still trying to disgust me?
Rosalind grew increasingly furious as the command from the Lord of the Lineage resounded from the top of the moving palace in all directions:
"Speed up!"
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, a flattened mountain peak had been transformed into a military camp by tens of thousands of skeletal soldiers.
"Ming... uh, Senator Sailesi."
Chalco had just gotten used to calling him " Nether Crossing," and now his boss was telling him to change it again—it was outrageous!
But no matter how aggrieved he felt, he ultimately dared not show it, after all, this senator had just killed a genuine High Tier two hours earlier.
Authoritarianism is built upon violence.
For a leader who is parachuted in to gain genuine respect and trust, a proven track record is of paramount importance.
The player in front of us achieved this feat in full view of everyone.
Although Chalco's fighting ability wasn't that outrageous, he at least had very good eyesight.
Even he could tell that the High Tier Weber was not simple.
The Hang Upside Down mountain peaks, the pale blue Psionic Energy, and the powerful Psionic Energy shockwave...
Although Weber was not a grand duke, his fighting prowess was unmatched by that of an ordinary duke.
Even so, the councilor in front of him had previously stated that he wasn't that good at fighting.
In retrospect, this was indeed a very modest statement.
Thinking of this, Chalco couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Has he really been spending too much time with [ Giant Arms ] and become so unable to distinguish between boasting and modesty?
Hearing his subordinate's call, Sailesi slowly raised his head from a stone chair.
At that moment, he was unaware that his subordinates were secretly criticizing him, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
What world has subordinates who don't gossip about their bosses?
Even Sailesi himself, when he was young, often clashed with the Grand Knight Commander in the Holy Crusaders, and was frequently punished to the point of exhaustion.
He simply spent twenty years proving his strength and correctness to everyone, and then that voice gradually disappeared.
Therefore, Sailesi knew very well that only being right could silence his subordinates, and in the Skeleton Alliance, being right meant victory.
The same is true now. After this body reverted to " Sailesi ", he maintained the same caution he had in life, and the aura of a serious superior began to unconsciously spread to the surroundings.
Above his bony palm, four drops of True Blood were moving erratically.
One of the four drops of True Blood came from Grand Duke Wens, who had not yet shown himself. That drop of blood was crimson with a hint of silver-white, and just by hanging there, it seemed to be able to absorb all the life force around it.
The other three drops were Rosalind Lineage True Blood that he had just extracted from Weber's body. Each drop resembled a "Pac-Man" stained with blood, its mouth opening and closing, pointing directly at the drop of blood belonging to Wens.
As Sailesi played with the four drops of True Blood, he couldn't help but marvel at how versatile the four Giant Arms were. While they could crush Weber with overwhelming force, they could also squeeze out the Grand Duke's True Blood.
If it weren't for the fact that the High Tier of the Skeleton Alliance couldn't directly refine this power that existed in the form of blood, Sailesi would have wanted to experience firsthand the Authority of "devouring" and " Vitality."
Sailesi's bony hand twitched almost imperceptibly, and the four drops of True Blood instantly lost their force and fell, only to be enveloped by manifested Psionic Energy and then grasped in his hand:
"What is it, Chalco?"
The Border Garrison Warlord bowed respectfully and reported earnestly:
"Your Excellency, the battlefield has been cleaned up, the Blood Corpse of the dead have been deboned, the remains of the fallen soldiers have been collected, the camp has been set up, the outer fortifications have been completed, and the necessary scouts and patrols have been arranged."
"Well done."
Sailesi nodded:
"Get to the point, what was that commotion outside just now?"