[ Thousand Faces ] stood in the golden rain, carefully reflecting on... his own foolishness.
He began to realize a problem --
If a grand duke's entire value lies in the assembly line, then the assembly line will become his final destination.
Clearly, due to his repeated mission failures, he has been labeled a "jinx" by [ the Crown ].
Until this label is removed, he can probably only keep producing Middle Tier skeletons for the Alliance here.
The problem is, if you don't assign yourself new tasks, when will you ever be able to remove those labels from your head?
[ Thousand Faces ] realized that he seemed to be caught in a cycle called "stepping on his own foot with his left foot," and [ Crown ] probably realized it too, but he didn't care.
Seeing that [ Thousand Faces ] had entered the screw-in stage, [ Crown ] nodded with great satisfaction and then left the underground space.
This place is complex and complicated. Even if [ Thousand Faces ] does have some inappropriate thoughts, there will be enough time for me to prepare and deal with them after I leave this place.
Outside, large numbers of the Wing Army and skeletal soldiers on routine patrols are gathering from all directions toward the Crystal Cluster Palace.
Hundreds of miles away, Great Fortress.
A dark shadow streaked across the sky; a Wing Army messenger was already exhausted from flying.
He tumbled downwards like a withered leaf, then mustered his last bit of strength just before hitting the ground, steadied himself, and slowly descended.
He can't die yet!
The loyal Wing Army soldier thought this to himself, bearing a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
He needs to inform Councilor [ Hard Armor ] about the dramatic changes in Sand Capital.
He had to complete the mission, and to do so, he didn't hesitate to burn all the Psionic Energy that sustained his life, just so he could fly faster.
The patrolmen at the Great Fortress ahead also spotted the presence of this Wing Army.
Because he was not High Tier but could fly, the soldiers had no reason to suspect his identity.
After a brief confirmation, the Wing Army entered the Great Fortress under the escort of the Skeleton Guards.
It was already evening, and the handover of work for the day was nearing its end.
Although skeletons don't inherently need sleep, they still need to replenish the Psionic Energy they lose over time.
Therefore, for the skeletons, their "sleep" is actually about finding a relatively quiet corner to stay in, entering a "super energy-saving" state by reducing physical activity and slowing down thinking, so as to achieve a greater input of Psionic Energy energy than output, allowing their Psionic Energy reserves to recover little by little.
Although it is now the second line of defense, it still stretches for hundreds of miles from north to south.
[ Hard Armor ] couldn't possibly handle every aspect of the defense work, so he issued a summons in the evening, ordering some of his military commanders to come and participate in the subsequent handover work.
With those warlords who were out there every day providing support and putting out fires, [ Hard Armor ] believed that [ Nether Crossing ]'s work would go very smoothly.
With this in mind, the day's discussions and work finally came to an end, and Sailesi was assigned his own temporary rest room.
In the room used for receiving guests, the spiritual fire in Sailesi's eyes suddenly blazed brighter.
A familiar aura emanated from the direction of Sand Capital and had already entered the interior of the Great Fortress.
Is it the Wing Army?
A multitude of thoughts instantly formed in his mind—
He had only arrived at the Great Fortress in the afternoon, so why did Sand Capital send people over so quickly?
Could something have happened in Sand Capital?
That's interesting.
No, why would I have such a thought?
Sailesi felt that he had somehow regained his interest in the things around him.
This is especially true when things don't go as expected.
In the past, he would have simply found things beyond his control troublesome and frustrating.
But now, these developments seem to be quite interesting...
When exactly did it start?
Sailesi quickly got up and, feigning nonchalance, pushed open the stone door in front of him.
That aura is very close to here...
Sailesi followed the aura of Psionic Energy and, after turning two corners, saw two ordinary Hard Armor soldiers supporting a Wing Army as they moved forward.
Upon seeing the councilor suddenly appear before them, the three skeletal soldiers became extremely nervous and immediately straightened their backs and saluted solemnly.
"Master [ Nether Crossing ]!"
"Um."
Sailesi waved his hand, stared at the face of the skeletal figure in the middle for two seconds, and suddenly asked in confusion:
"They look familiar. Are they from the Wing Army in Sand Capital?"
The skeletal figure being supported by the two men paused for a moment, then nodded:
"Indeed, it's surprising that you still remember me, sir."
Sailesi was taken aback for a moment, then asked somewhat casually:
What brings you here?
"I'm sorry, sir."
The alarm bells immediately rang in the hearts of the Wing Army:
"Lord [ Crown ] has a message for me to convey to Lord [ Hard Armor ]."
"Oh?"
Sailesi then voiced his doubt:
Can't I know?
"..."
Wing Army felt the pressure was about to explode, but he still earnestly said:
"My lord... Lord [ Crown ] means this: I need to inform Lord [ Hard Armor ] in person. If Lord [ Hard Armor ] deems it appropriate, he will certainly inform you privately."
This is the limit of what a low-ranking soldier can do to shift blame.
Wing Army had expected the councilor in front of him to be extremely angry, but to his surprise, the other party nodded instead.
"I see, that's a great sense of confidentiality."
He patted Wing Army on the shoulder, then turned in another direction, thus completely separating himself from the trio.
"Ah..."
Even now, the Wing Army was still somewhat surprised.
It seems that Lord [ Nether Crossing ] has a good temper, at least better than the [ Giant Arms ] Councilor and [ Divine Wings ] Councilor he met before.
Sigh, I wonder how Lord [ Hard Armor ] will react when he hears such terrible news.
I just hope he doesn't kill himself in a fit of anger, because I still need to go back and report.
Wing Army was filled with unease. The two skeletal warriors beside him were completely unaware of this, and simply carried him to the location of the [ Hard Armor ].
At the corner of the fortress behind the crowd, Sailesi watched this scene coldly, but a sudden surge of passion rose in his heart.
Crystal clusters gathered in his palm, forming a small spider lily.
The flower's stem twined around Sailesi's finger bones, as if trying to become one with him.
After a moment's hesitation, Sailesi decisively crushed it into powder.
An invisible wave of Psionic Energy swept across the entire Great Fortress, like a babbling brook engulfing a pile of stones.
Sailesi carefully controlled the intensity of his Psionic Energy, ensuring he made himself completely undetectable.
From this moment on, apart from [ Hard Armor ] and three High Tier overseers of some strength, this place has been completely taken over by Sailesi.