Regardless of how Imperial Marshal Luokenuosuos i planned to act after receiving this news, the Skeleton Alliance was carrying out its own " Dunkirk Evacuation."
Tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of skeleton soldiers and Soul Returner abandoned hundreds of fortresses of all sizes along the thousand-mile-long battlefront that night and began an orderly retreat.
Behind them, the " Wing Army " under [ Divine Wings ] were responsible for the cleanup work, destroying all the important items that could not be taken away, which was known as "scorched earth".
There were quite a few Imperial officers like Alfonso who realized something was wrong, but either they lacked the strength to launch a small-scale attack, or their superiors dared not act on their own without orders.
In short, the extremely valuable information about the Alliance's massive retreat was thus wasted to some extent.
As for why it's only to a certain extent—as long as the battle lines advance, it's not a complete waste; it just means there won't be many prisoners or casualties.
By dawn the next day, the situation in other places was still unclear, but at least all of Osmond's troops had been assembled.
At this moment, a barren area in the desert with a few rocks was already crowded with Osmond's soldiers.
The Border Garrison Warlord Osmond commands five Bastion Lord Bastion Lord, each with five small to medium-sized sandcastles. Each sandcastle is equipped with between one hundred and four hundred soldiers, in addition to the mobile forces stationed in the larger sandcastles directly under the command of the Bastion Lord themselves...
In short, Osmond alone mustered a total of 10,000 soldiers, and it is said that he was only a minor overseer, holding some position in the Skeleton Alliance but not among the top ranks.
[ Ginseng Rooster ] was whispering and calculating the total number of troops the Skeleton Alliance planned to send when suddenly a majestic voice rang out:
"Quiet!"
He recognized the voice, and he recognized the half-body phantom not far away even more.
It seems that Osmond, the warlord, remains as imposing as ever.
[ Ginseng Rooster ], along with the surrounding players and skeletons, instantly straightened their backs, followed by Osmond's command echoing across the desert clearing:
"The teleportation is about to begin. Keep your formation intact and don't panic!"
Before everyone could respond in unison, a strange feeling had already welled up in their hearts.
[ Ginseng Rooster ] had experienced teleportation once during the siege of the Holy City.
Nuowa's teleportation spell that time was "large-scale" in terms of both range and number of people involved, and it felt like being hit by a flashbang, with the entire field of vision suddenly turning white.
By the time visibility returned, the teleportation had already ended.
This teleportation seems to be different from the last one.
[ Ginseng Rooster ] felt as if he were an ant that had accidentally crawled into a kaleidoscope, entering a dreamlike world composed of clusters of various colors.
Everything here is made up of crystal clusters, the only difference being the shape and color of the crystal cluster cubes.
Under his gaze, these crystal clusters grew little by little from the edge of his field of vision toward the center. At the same time, he felt his body suddenly become heavy, and a feeling arose inexplicably in his mind that his flesh, tendons, skin, and internal organs were all a burden.
Under the unseen light, his entire field of vision was first completely occupied by the crystal cluster, and then divided into countless smaller parts by the sharp edges of the crystal cluster.
The translucent crystal clusters seemed to be growing layer by layer, and [ Ginseng Rooster ]'s vision became sometimes blurry and sometimes clear.
Finally, accompanied by a sound of Shattered at the Psionic Energy level, the crystal clusters that had been obscuring the view suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of flesh about to detach from bone vanished completely.
[ Ginseng Rooster ] noticed that he was standing in a barren rocky beach, and the sand and stones under his feet had somehow turned into complete boulder cross-sections that looked as if they had just been cut out.
Before the Soul Returner and skeletons who had just accepted the fact of being teleported could say anything, a huge figure descended from the sky.
A blurry, pure white wing of light appeared behind the person, illuminating the entire rocky beach as if there were no warm sunlight.
Upon seeing this, the usually aloof and arrogant Osmond instantly became serious and composed, then knelt down on one knee.
"Commander Osmond of the Border Garrison Warlord greets Councilor [ Divine Wings ]."
"Um."
[ Divine Wings ] casually waved his hand, signaling Osmond to stand up. His voice wasn't loud, but [ Ginseng Rooster ] heard it clearly:
"Your area is ready. Leave quickly; the next teleportation will begin soon."
"Yes, sir!"
Osmond then respectfully rose, but upon turning around, he had already regained his dignified demeanor.
Under the supervision of his semi-transparent Psionic Energy Manifestation body, the entire group began to move in one direction.
Just then, the sound of surging waves came from above.
[ Ginseng Rooster ] subconsciously looked to the other side, but could only vaguely see a large river reflecting fragmented light, its tranquility shattered by a giant wave that came from nowhere.
Countless water droplets poured down from the sky, temporarily exposing the entire riverbed.
An indistinct phantom flew into the air, seemingly carrying immense force.
Seeing the powerful figure who almost emptied the entire river with a single sprint, [ Ginseng Rooster ] couldn't help but swallow hard.
He quietly asked Colin beside him:
"My lord, may I ask which great being is passing by?"
Colin had clearly noticed the commotion, but his focus was rather peculiar:
"'Great Power'? That's an interesting term. Is it something the Soul Returner would use in their daily lives?"
"That ability to control the water flow just now, without a doubt, must have come from Councilor [ Whale Tail ] in person."
"I see."
[ The Ginseng Rooster ] seemed to be stunned as it muttered to itself.
In the sky not far away, Sailesi was looking down.
Starting tonight, humans began appearing in the camp, and as a former human himself, Sailesi was completely worried about these guys.
Especially those so-called " Soul Returner," they sound like bad news.
However, his memory seemed to be somewhat missing. He only knew that the Soul Returner were difficult to control and could be dangerous, but he couldn't remember where these guys came from.
As the light streaked past, [ Whale Tail ] and [ Divine Wings ] arrived before Sailesi. The former stood on a giant wave that was half real and half illusory beneath its fish tail, while the latter slowly waved several pairs of light wings behind it.
The three gathered together, and [ Whale Tail ] whispered:
"My men have arrived; they're at the river bend, ten miles away."
[ Divine Wings ] nodded:
"Can they stay submerged indefinitely?"
"Can."
[ Whale Tail ] said without hesitation.
"That's good."
Sailesi nodded slightly.
"This is our last trump card."
The three councilors whispered among themselves, while a pop-up notification box suddenly appeared in front of [ the Ginseng Rooster ]:
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