[ Crown ] listened carefully and began to consider its feasibility.
Although the Skeleton Alliance has long been hostile to the Empire, its relations with other forces are not bad.
Aside from sending the [ Giant Arms ] to attack the Graycast Corridor in an attempt to assassinate the Grand Foundry Master and obtaining a declaration of war against the Theocracy in the name of Sailesi, they haven't done anything wrong...
Just as [ Crown ] was pondering how to handle this major event, everyone involuntarily looked up—
Strange phenomena in the heavens and earth!
Central Demon Realm, midday, at the center of the Skeleton Alliance camp.
All the skeletal warriors were finally gathered, totaling 179,537. If we add the remains of their comrades and Blood Corpse recovered from the battlefield, they could revive about 20,000 more upon returning.
In other words, if the evacuation is successful, the Skeleton Alliance army will only suffer losses of around 20,000 men.
Although the lost soldiers were all elite troops, and the resurrected ones were all cannon fodder, for an epic large-scale battle, this loss was nothing short of miraculous.
"And I am the one who created this miracle."
Colin said to the " Ginseng Rooster " with a smile, and the " Ginseng Rooster " also offered flattery at the opportune moment:
"I say your opinion is excellent, sir."
"Hahaha, all you do is say nice things."
Isn't that because you just like listening to nice things?
[ Ginseng Rooster ] thought to himself, while Colin, completely unaware of the situation, waved his hand and pointed into the distance, asking:
"That guy's the mage in charge of teleportation? He doesn't look like much..."
[ Ginseng Rooster ] glanced at Nuowa casting a spell in the distance and couldn't help but curl his lip, thinking to himself, "You've really gotten too big for your britches."
It seems that because of his advancement to High Tier, Colin has indeed become somewhat arrogant and ignorant.
Instead of getting a response from the Ginseng Rooster, he became even more aggressive:
"Hey, what do you think my chances of beating him are?"
[ Ginseng Rooster ]: "..."
Colin: "Why aren't you saying anything?"
[ Ginseng Rooster ]: "Let me think about it..."
"Uh-huh?"
"Probably... 90/10 ( Nuowa kills Colin nine times in one second)."
"Me?"
"You're nine!"
Hahahaha!
Not far away in the air, Duma stood not far from Nuowa:
"Haven't been back in a long time, have you? Do you still recognize Nors?"
Teleportation to the World of Disorder requires a certain understanding of the target location; the clearer the understanding, the lower the probability of problems.
If you are teleported to a place you haven't been before, you are likely to get stuck in a wall or be at the wrong height.
As for Nuowa, although he had spent a full ten years in Norse Port, which is now Sand Capital, that was a hundred years ago, and before the outbreak of the Demonic Tide.
The existence of the Demonic Tide has accelerated the transformation of "the world into a vast expanse" countless times, just as the map before the Demonic Tide is completely unusable in the Wilderness of Chaos.
Obviously, to prevent a situation where nearly 200,000 skeletons simultaneously block the wall, Duma still planned to confirm with Nuowa.
Nuowa said as he outlined something with the spine sponsored by Vanessa:
"Don't worry, I checked the area a while ago. Because there are experts stationed there, we weren't too close, but it's still enough for teleportation."
"Really? What's it like over there now? I haven't been back since the Demonic Tide."
"The changes aren't that big, except there's a lot more sand, and... somehow the mansion I prepared for my retirement seems to have become the 'palace' of the Skeleton Alliance."
"Is that so? I thought they would build it themselves."
"Building it yourself is never as satisfying as getting something for free from someone else."
"That really is..."
Duma reached out and stroked his chin:
"Wait, if there aren't many changes over there, doesn't that mean you can actually teleport these skeleton soldiers directly into that ' Crystal Cluster Palace '?"
"Sure, I can even teleport them into the toilet of the Crystal Cluster Palace to give the councilors a surprise."
Nuowa spoke strangely with a serious expression:
"But we should save this trump card for later."
"Indeed, if the Theocracy ever goes to war with the Alliance, you can teleport all my vanguard troops to the Skeleton Alliance's toilets."
Nuowa turned his head and looked at Duma with an ambiguous expression:
"Isn't this disgusting?"
"Where does it feel disgusting?"
Duma shrugs:
"The skeleton doesn't excrete."
"Really not?"
Nuowa expressed his doubts about this.
"Really, no."
Duma said with certainty:
"There isn't a corresponding area in their military camps."
"Your focus is truly unique."
"Professional habits."
As he spoke, Duma thought of the days when he ruled the Demon Allied Army:
The troll camp needs larger toilets to prevent them from being easily filled and spreading disease, and they must be located near the downstream of the river, otherwise none of them will survive.
Meanwhile, all the demon toilets need to be reinforced, otherwise slimes will randomly spawn at night to have a snack.
The logistics personnel need separate training to prevent them from mistaking the crawling slimes for sentient beings and cleaning them up...
Recalling the past, Duma couldn't help but feel that she was living the life of a god.
"Alright."
Just as he was lost in his memories, Nuowa put down the last stroke of his pen.
Slower than usual.
"Because the boss requested additional special effects."
"No wonder."
Duma nodded, letting his Demonic Whisper echo in the ears of every warlord:
"If there are no other issues, the transfer will begin in ten seconds."
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
"Three, two, one--"
In an instant, the world Hang Upside Down, and a feeling of Weightlessness washed over you.
The blinding light blinded them, and the deafening roar from the Psionic Energy level rendered all the skeletal beings unable to communicate.
Countless people panicked, countless people were terrified, but there was nothing they could do but endure and wait for the final outcome.
Outside the teleportation area, Duma looked at the dazzling seven-colored light and couldn't help but sigh:
"Without the Demonic Tide, you might have become a Master of illusion."
"Possibly."
"Great special effects!"
Duma wholeheartedly agrees:
Have you chosen a name yet?
"Boss, get up."
"Oh? What's your name?"
" Rainbow Bridge."
"Appropriate."
The colorful light faded, and vision returned.
As far as the eye could see, there was an endless expanse of yellow sand.
For all normal living beings, this place is an absolute forbidden zone for life.
But for the skeletons, this is home.
Feeling the soft, fine sand beneath their feet, the group remained silent for a long time.
After a long while, someone cheered first:
"I'm back!"
Then, a deafening roar of cheers soared into the sky!
The cheers were initially noisy and scattered, but guided by someone with a purpose (who could it be?), they eventually coalesced into one name:
" Colin!"
" Colin!!"
" Colin!!!"
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Colin ascended into the air and looked down at the skeletal figures:
"Fellow soldiers, I mean what I say!"
A warlord pointed to the faint outline of buildings in the distance:
"That's the Sand Capital!"
"Good!"
Colin nodded and pointed in that direction:
"Let's go back to Sand Capital first, and then wait for the councilors' orders!"
"Ooooooo!!!!"
Another cheer erupted, and just then, a figure appeared like a black lightning bolt, grabbing Colin's sternum and dragging him to the ground.
Black smoke billowed from the wings behind him. The Wing Army officer gripped Colin's sternum and demanded sharply:
"Who let you come back!?"