"You said."
Despite facing a life-or-death situation and despite the turmoil in his mind, Sailesi maintained a restrained tone.
"Cooperate with me, and we'll win."
[ Divine Wings ] seemed to have made up his mind; the information in his Psionic Energy carried a hint of determination.
"Yes."
Sailesi nodded in agreement:
"So, what do you need me to do?"
"It's very simple."
[ Divine Wings ] said:
"We don't want the ' Whale Tail ' anymore."
"Are you... are you serious?"
"Yes, after I achieve victory, you take the new ' Holy Remains ' as quickly as possible."
"A new Holy Remains?!"
Sailesi repeated the word in a low voice, feeling a chill run down his spine.
He was, after all, a newcomer, an outsider. The many secrets of the Skeleton Alliance were not secrets to him, but he had not had time to learn about them.
Just as before [ Whale Tail ] died, he didn't even know that the most special bones on each skeleton councilor were called " Holy Remains ".
[ Divine Wings ] clearly has something in mind, but he doesn't elaborate on it.
The riddle maker is truly a fool!
Sailesi cursed inwardly, already prepared.
However, at this moment, [ Divine Wings ] called out someone else's name.
The mysterious senator, with six wings on his back, closed his eyes and sensed for a moment before using his Psionic Energy, which functioned like a wide-ranging broadcast, to transmit a message:
" Osmond, come and cooperate with me!"
"Yes!"
A furious roar suddenly came from afar, and a group of players who were fighting against the Blood Corpse and Rosalind's body turned around in surprise, only to see that the seemingly calm Osmond had already stepped out from the crowd.
His figure grew larger with each charge, a large amount of Psionic Energy manifesting as a new body, but it was only a few meters tall, clearly not as tall as the skeletal councilors who could use " Dharma Heaven and Earth ".
Osmond, the warlord shrouded in black aura, seemed to have received some order, drew his crystal cluster knife from his waist, and charged towards Rosalind's body.
Rosalind's body was positioned on the flank of Osmond's forces. She charged across the entire main battlefield, weapon in hand, shouting to the Bastion Lord passing by as she went:
"All of you, from this moment forward, shall obey the command of Overlord Palmer until I return!"
"It's the congressman who's calling..."
Osmond sped past him, and seeing this, Knight Colin —no, Lord Colin— couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Osmond has been chosen...
"He's going to become the new legislator!"
As Colin watched the warlord's retreating figure, he felt a mix of jealousy, envy, resentment, and a surge of pride that he could take his place.
"Kill! Everyone, follow me! Kill these monsters!"
Colin's ambition reached its peak, and his passion began to control his brain, causing him to shout out those words.
Upon hearing this, the mercenaries from the Theocracy immediately looked at Colin with eyes that seemed to say he was an idiot.
Are skeletons more noble than Blood Corpse? And they're even bringing up monsters...
However, perhaps the spirit of heroism is truly contagious, or perhaps role models do indeed have some power.
In short, after a Corpse Tide, following the trail of destruction left by Rosalind, broke through the warlord's defensive line, Colin still took the lead, wielding his crystal cluster blade and charging forward, quickly engaging the Corpse Tide in fierce combat.
Inspired by him, the skeletons and players worked together and actually managed to temporarily push back the Corpse Tide that had broken through the defenses.
Even if players don't understand the current state of the battle, that doesn't stop them from fully enjoying the thrill of combat.
Is there anything more exhilarating in the world than being an immortal mercenary?
If you win, you'll enjoy the rewards; if you lose, you'll just revive and find a new boss. It's not your own faction anyway, so you won't feel bad about losing.
Meanwhile, on the flank of the battlefield, Osmond's battle cry continued.
Although this warlord was usually taciturn, he could truly use ruthless methods when it mattered.
But today, many skeleton knights and soldiers have also witnessed his almost insane side.
But after guessing the reason, everyone immediately expressed their understanding of this behavior, which was similar to "Fan Jin passing the imperial examination".
After all, at Colin's level, people could roughly guess why Lord [ Divine Wings ] summoned Osmond alone.
A new legislator is about to be elected...
Many of the skeleton officers thought so.
Before Osmond's eyes lay a serpent several meters tall, its body covered in thick scales.
It's practically like a city wall.
"Kill!"
Osmond roared and slashed down with his crystal cluster blade. A bloody gash appeared on the side of the snake's body, and the dense, tight scales did not seem to provide as much defense as they looked.
However, the next moment, sharp teeth grew from the open wound, and a esophagus appeared in the center, leading deep inside. Even two eyes grew from beneath the two broken scales on the side of the giant mouth, locking onto Osmond's location.
Clearly, such a slash had no effect on Rosalind; instead, it caused her to grow a rather threatening large mouth.
Although Osmond was High Tier military commander, he had only broken through that barrier a year or two ago.
He was neither a player nor had a system, and he couldn't hone his skills through daily battles, so his level was naturally only around sixty.
The attack just now was already all-out, but seeing Rosalind turn her wound into a gaping maw in just a breath, Osmond couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
It wasn't that he was afraid, but given his brute-force-based methods, he genuinely couldn't think of a way to break the current situation.
" Osmond, hurry!"
The call of [ Divine Wings ] came again, seemingly more urgent than before.
The congressman needs me!
The Alliance needs me!
Osmond's anger and passion fueled his Psionic Energy flames.
He clenched his fists, trying to solidify the manifested Psionic Energy, just like the [ Hard Armor ] Lord he had once seen.
Although I couldn't achieve that level of absurdity, I managed to learn about 70-80% of it by imitation.
Osmond's body had shrunk, but he was even more imposing than before.
He raised his heavy sword once more and charged towards the gaping maw of the abyss before him.
Rosalind's massive maw opened to its maximum size in an instant, and rows of sharp teeth began to rotate and cut, while Osmond remained completely unfazed.
Like a pioneer in the mountains, Osmond used his greatsword as a mountaineering knife and regarded those terrifying sharp teeth as the thorns that covered the mountains.
With each swing of his blade, the teeth either snapped instantly or became limp and powerless due to the severed muscle bundles.
Feeling the acid corroding his body, Osmond slowly and deliberately entered Rosalind's body, one cut at a time.