The three skeletons wandered through the main fortress of the Great Fortress, finally arriving at the room where [ Hard Armor ] was located.
The Great Fortress, a war-era structure, was erected in the last two months and consists of a central main fortress and a ring of bastions surrounding it.
Because it was a massive war fortress, the building's internal structure was extremely complex. Both the ground and the walls underwent special thickening and reinforcement, with the aim of buying even a second more for the rear during the war.
Although the tight schedule led to some systemic bugs in the design, it does not detract from the fact that the building materials are solid and the craftsmanship is reliable.
The only problem might be that the internal structure is a little messy.
Upon arriving at the familiar gate, after stating their names and purpose, the [ Hard Armor ] councilor's private room was opened to everyone.
Inside, [ Hard Armor ] sat like an ascetic on a not-so-large stone chair, which was placed in the center of the room and was the only thing in the room that could be called furniture.
He sat there in the chair, the spiritual fire in his eyes not very bright, as if he were slowly recovering his strength.
"Grown ups."
Upon seeing the [ Hard Armor ], the Wing Army immediately knelt down.
"There is urgent military information; Lord [ Crown ] requests that I report to you privately."
"Um."
[ Hard Armor ] gestured for the other two to leave, and the two skeletal figures did as he was told. Only then did the Wing Army speak:
"My lord, the army that went to the Demon Realm has collectively rebelled and has been teleported to a place dozens of miles away from the Sand Capital."
"[ Crown ] Lord has gathered all available troops and requests that you also assemble 50,000 elite soldiers to await teleportation at the Great Fortress teleportation array before sunset tomorrow."
"[ Crown ] Lord means that the handover on your side needs to be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise Sand Capital may be in danger."
"Is this really true?"
The [ Hard Armor ] on the stone chair was incredibly awe-inspiring.
"Such a big matter, why not use runes to communicate directly?"
Upon hearing [ Hard Armor ]'s question, the Wing Army members, fearing they would be the scapegoat, immediately responded:
"My lord, besides your army, the rebels who returned from the Demon Realm also possess a large number of rune bones. Using them rashly could easily lead to a leak."
"[ The Crown ] Lord means that this news is crucial to the success or failure of suppressing the rebellion, so there can be no possibility of the news leaking out."
"Moreover, if word gets out, it will have a huge impact on morale, and even our own people can't know."
That's why I was sent to report the news to you privately.
[ Hard Armor ] nodded slightly, but then looked helpless:
"My burden is also very heavy... it's really making things even more difficult."
"What exactly happened? When [ Nether Crossing ] arrived this afternoon, there were no problems in Sand Capital."
Although Wing Army was just an ordinary messenger, as a member of the Crystal Cluster Palace's personal guard, he knew some of the inside information.
After briefly recounting the events to [ Hard Armor ], he looked at the councilor before him:
"My lord, this is all the information I have. I must return to Sand Capital now and relay the news to Lord [ Crown ]."
Upon hearing this, [ Hard Armor ] hesitated for a moment.
"Sir? Is there anything else?"
Wing Army asked tentatively.
"Hmm, that's all."
[ Hard Armor ] waved his hand:
"Tell the [ Crown ] Councilor that I will definitely complete the mission."
"Yes, sir."
The Wing Army felt as if they had been granted a pardon and got up to leave the room of [ Hard Armor ].
Guided by the guards, he returned to the outside world.
After recovering his strength for a moment, this loyal Wing Army unfolded the youthful version of the " Divine Wings " on his back, and violently poured Psionic Energy into them, directly sending him into the sky.
The intangible fragrance of the flowers slowly dissipated, and everything returned to calm.
In an empty stone chamber, [ Hard Armor ] sat comfortably on a stone chair, slowly recovering from the injuries sustained during his battle with Loxor during the day.
In the room separated by a wall, Sailesi had withdrawn the full power of [ Dream of Rebirth ]. His two crystalline thighs were draped together, trembling slightly as he fell into deep thought.
The Demon Realm army has rebelled?
When I left the Demon Realm, at least 170,000 to 180,000 people were still alive.
This group of people actually rebelled in less than a day, and were even teleported back.
Such a large-scale teleportation technique can be counted on one hand.
Hundreds of thousands of troops, inexplicably teleported, arrived directly near the capital and launched an attack under the pretext of eliminating traitors...
Why does it look so familiar?
Although he had lost some of his memories, Sailesi felt that this scene was not the first time it had happened in the world.
It seems I myself have played a similar victim role.
So, could the mastermind behind all this be...?
Son of God?
Setting aside those unrealistic ideas, Sailesi continued to ponder:
I intercepted this message because I chose to activate the Dream of Rebirth out of curiosity.
[ Hard Armor ] is currently unaware of this.
So what can I do with this information gap?
Option 1: Without disrupting the overall plan, use [ Dream of Rebirth ] to create a skeleton who identifies as a member of the Wing Army, and send him to pass on secondhand information to [ Hard Armor ]. Then, pretend nothing happened.
From now on, just let things take their course; you won't bear any responsibility.
Option 2: Just pretend you accidentally intercepted this message, help [ Hard Armor ] complete the handover quickly, and after he leads the army away, all the remaining soldiers and their command will belong to you.
This approach facilitates the rapid acquisition of military power, and the decision of whether to fight, make peace, or surrender is entirely up to the individual.
Whichever I choose, it seems like there's something to gain, and even doing nothing doesn't seem like a bad thing.
As Sailesi pondered, an idea suddenly popped into his head.
Because Sailesi knew very well that this was most likely orchestrated by the Son of God behind the scenes.
Once he became involved with the Theocracy, his thinking ceased to function properly.
This feeling is like an obsessive-compulsive disorder attack; the more you try not to think about it, the more the thought grows in your mind.
Just like an obsessive-compulsive patient who must check the door lock before bed is forced not to check it one day, once that happens, he will never be able to get a good night's sleep again.
That thought quickly occupied every corner of his mind, and Sailesi reluctantly focused his mental energy on it, silently reciting the passage—
Option 3: Everything for the Son of God, the Theocracy's Interests Above All!
This sentence was like an infinitely extending chain, binding all his thoughts tightly.
Sailesi felt extremely distressed whenever he thought about anything else.
He had no choice but to confront this idea gradually, and use it as both a goal and a strategy, beginning to revise his plans.