If the information on the official website is correct, the upcoming Grand Duchess Rosalind has been active in the Demon Realm for nearly a century, and can even ensure that she has enough to eat every day in this desolate area.
This is equivalent to the siblings all being asleep (don't worry about why they're sleeping for now), while Rosalind, Wens, and York are secretly competing against each other.
And it wasn't just a day or two, but seventy or eighty years.
Faced with such a formidable opponent, can the three lawmakers really win?
More importantly--
How could I possibly survive a battle between such gods?
It's not that I'm afraid of dying, it's just that as a bloodthirsty spectator, [ Ginseng Rooster ] really wanted to record the whole thing on screen.
The more you anticipate, the more you worry; and the more you worry, the more you anticipate.
After several days of such torment and suffering, [ Ginseng Rooster ] finally ushered in the climax of his side story.
At the end of November in the year 909 of the Royal Calendar, as winter was approaching, the long-awaited military intelligence was finally delivered by a fast horse to the camp, which was now fully armed from head to toe.
The skeleton soldier leaped off his skeletal horse, and even though he didn't need to breathe, his entire sternum still heaved.
He knelt on one knee before several members of parliament and said in a somewhat fearful tone:
"[Member of the Nether Crossing ] Councilor, we have discovered traces of a large number of Blood Corpse."
Sailesi didn't care what the skeleton called him. After reinforcements arrived, he changed his name back to [ Nether Crossing ] to prevent any unnecessary suspicion from arising.
Upon hearing the messenger's report, the Psionic Energy fire in his eyes instantly intensified.
"Location, quantity."
"Twenty miles to the north, the number... is enormous."
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Sailesi looked at the messenger, an invisible pressure causing him to go from kneeling on one knee to kneeling completely.
"Is this how you report enemy intelligence?"
The skeleton soldier's face was filled with terror and despair, half from Sailesi's oppression, and the other half from what he had just witnessed:
"My lord, none of the skills I possess are sufficient to estimate the number of enemies."
As expected, they came out in full force.
Sailesi clicked his tongue inwardly:
Try to describe it.
"A gray... tide swept across several barren mountains... the number may exceed several hundred thousand."
Sailesi closed his eyes and contemplated that scenario.
As one of the former leaders of the Theocracy, he had witnessed this number of humans on several occasions.
Just like the largest square in the Holy City and the dozen or so specially widened roads around it, when large religious events such as Mass are held, it is crowded with devout believers from all corners of the Holy City.
But did he remember that the Holy City had a population in the millions?
Therefore, considering that the Blood Corpse is constantly moving, the messenger's estimate might be somewhat conservative.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"
Sailesi felt that the messenger had done his best, so he just asked casually.
The skeletal soldier thought for a moment and said:
"Sir, in the middle of the horde of corpses, there is a cone-shaped platform tens of meters high, and it's movable, like... like a large, mobile sandcastle."
"I see, I understand."
Sailesi nodded slightly, indicating that the messenger could leave and go rest.
After a moment's thought, he summoned his highly trained and capable subordinate, Commander-in-Chief Chalco:
" Chalco."
"Your subordinate is here."
"Issue a notice to the entire army, summoning all officers of the rank of Border Garrison Warlord to my office."
"Yes!"
Chalco received his orders and left, and a large number of messengers carrying tokens inscribed with strange runes dispersed from the center of the camp to the surrounding areas.
A regular warlord commands around 10,000 troops, but the number of the Skeleton Alliance soldiers who have recently arrived in the Demon Realm, along with the original skeleton soldiers and mercenaries, has reached a terrifying 220,000.
In other words, the skeletons don't need to eat or drink, which is why the Skeleton Alliance can dispatch large armies so quickly without worrying about food supplies.
Even so, this military camp, which housed more than 200,000 people, inevitably became bloated.
With the army at this size, it's completely impossible for [ Nether Crossing ] to command it alone.
All he could rely on were the twenty-odd Border Garrison Warlord were gradually gathering in front of him.
The twenty-odd general-level skeletons, some with exceptional movement speed and others riding unusually tall (skeleton) horses, quickly gathered from all directions.
Sailesi calmly observed, and felt that the Skeleton Alliance indeed possessed a profound foundation:
Of these twenty-odd warlords, only one was slightly weaker in aura, and a slight sense was enough to determine that he was at Middle Tier Intermediate (41-50) level.
The other three exuded the aura of powerful individuals, clearly having reached the High Tier Low Grade (61-70) level.
The remaining warlords were all at the Middle Tier Advanced (51-60).
Looking around, he recognized some of the Border Garrison Warlord, such as Chalco, who was originally under his command, and several others who had previously belonged to the [ Giant Arms ] Legion but had now been reassigned to the [ Nether Crossing ] Legion.
Some of them seemed unfamiliar, such as the Osmond Warden, who looked exceptionally strong but whose strengths were readily apparent—this man seemed to have been transferred from the front lines, and his demeanor was different after just having fought a battle. In addition, he was a High Tier officer, so his skill level should be quite good.
As the overseers gradually gathered, Sailesi, seated on the stone chair, nodded slightly to them, then spoke in a dignified voice:
"I know that most of the warlords present were transferred from the Alliance's homeland during this period."
"I know that you belong to different councilors, different legions, and different military affairs."
"I know that some of you do not know me, and some do not approve of me."
"But it doesn't matter, because I will use today's battle to prove my loyalty to the Alliance and my role, to prove that I am worthy of the title of 'senator,' and even death cannot change that."
His cold and authoritative gaze swept over the crowd:
"And what about you all?"
"I also hope that everyone can prove themselves worthy of the military rank of 'Commander-in-Chief' through their actions today!"
"With a great battle imminent, I will take the initiative to confront Rosalind, the lord of the vampire lineage."
"Previously, the two councilors and I had already divided up the defense zones for everyone."
"Once the battle against the Blood Corpse begins, you only need to follow the previously established strategy—defend your own territory and help your allies to the best of your ability."
"Finally, don't forget to summarize your decisions here in a timely manner. Lord [ Divine Wings ] will compile them and make other arrangements."
From behind the stone chair, a tall [ Divine Wings ] and a short [ Whale Tail ] emerged at some unknown time.
The three members of parliament stood side by side and simultaneously raised their arms and shouted:
"For the Alliance!"
The twenty-two military governors then shouted loudly:
"For the Alliance!!!"