First, should I chase after and kill the Wing Army I let go?
The answer is no.
The level of Psionic Energy required for large-scale long-distance teleportation is almost no different from joining a short, evenly matched battle.
If we let that Wing Army return safely, we can cause the Sand Capital to lose a large amount of Psionic Energy for nothing by tomorrow evening.
Given the risk of leaks in the Rune Bone Corpse communications, Sand Capital has no choice but to send its Wing Army again to contact the Great Fortress.
All I need to do is follow the same method to keep [ Hard Armor ] in the dark while dealing with the Sand Capital.
Secondly, I need to complicate the simple problem so that I can distract [ Hard Armor ] and prevent him from paying attention to the Sand Capital.
[ Hard Armor ] Only by focusing on the handover to oneself can the entire process be extended as much as possible.
By the time the [ Hard Armor ] is handed over and the Sand Capital returns, the Sand Capital may have already changed hands.
Finally, I need to disclaim as much responsibility as possible from this matter, which is difficult to achieve. So, let's try a different approach—
Perhaps it's time to find another job?
Sailesi sat on the stone chair, his thoughts racing, and in an instant he clarified his own logic for doing things.
He played a key role as a troublemaker in this grand birthday celebration, his logic being to create information gaps so that the two sides Sand Capital and the Great Fortress, could not cooperate closely.
"Phew~"
Sailesi's jaw opened slightly.
He actually found a sense of pleasure in this thankless task, which might even expose his plan.
What exactly happened?
Would I really give up my entire Skeleton Alliance career for the sake of having fun?
If I were to actually do this, the Theocracy and the Son of God would indeed benefit, but what would become of me then?
Sailesi fell into a brief moment of contemplation, but quickly came up with the answer—
I've already allowed the Theocracy and the Son of God to profit, so why don't I return to the Theocracy and submit to the Son of God again?
Although I don't know why I ended up in the Skeleton Alliance, I suppose it's because I made some small mistakes before.
I am a devout believer in the Tree God, and since I have made a mistake, I should try to make amends.
Unfortunately, due to the frequent loss and replacement of bone fragments, he couldn't remember at all what he had done wrong...
He was even unclear about why he had come to the Skeleton Alliance and how old he was.
But given his loyalty to the Son of God, returning with such great merit might lead to a lighter sentence, and Luxiusi and Geliwusi would likely put in a good word for him...
Sailesi became increasingly convinced that this was a promising opportunity.
If the Sand Capital really do change owners by then, I'll just kill them all.
If the Sand Capital doesn't collapse after all this trouble I've caused, then I might as well try running away to the Empire.
Although the Empire has no precedent for accepting skeletons, it is likely that the Empire will accept them as long as they can continuously provide value.
After some thought, Sailesi had figured out the whole plan, including the fallback options for different outcomes.
He wasn't quite sure how old he was, but he always felt that his mind was very active and that he exuded youthful vigor, as if he had inexhaustible energy.
Let's arrange it this way then.
Sailesi nodded, picked up the defensive map beside him, looked at the dense geographical markings and marching routes on it, and quickly walked to the door of the adjacent stone chamber:
"[ Hard Armor ] Councilor, I have some questions I'd like to ask you about the third line of defense."
Sailesi knew that after the second line of defense collapsed, there would be a third line of defense, and then Sand Capital itself would be the last line of defense.
So regardless of whether the Skeleton Alliance wins or loses, for the sake of a smooth escape later on...
Let's start gathering intelligence!
December 2nd, the following day, evening, Sand Capital, the main square.
Good news: After processing over a thousand Middle Tier skeletal remains, [ Thousand Faces ]'s assembly line operation has temporarily come to a halt.
The bad news: the reason for his break was that he needed to go to the main square to infuse the teleportation array with Psionic Energy.
"No way, how can this thing have such a high attrition rate?!"
Standing in the center of the Psionic Energy array, [ Thousand Faces ] reached out and sensed it for a moment before feeling like cursing.
Yesterday I filled my energy bar to about half full, how come it's already down to a quarter in just one day?
The parts that were lost are enough to create another thousand Middle Tier skeletons!
He cursed the Skeleton Alliance inwardly for Alienation vampires into beasts of burden, but he still obediently extended his hand.
Before infusing his Psionic Energy, he looked at the [ Crown ] standing high above the Crystal Cluster Palace, observing the scene:
"You guarantee no one will interrupt this time?"
[ Crown ] nods:
"The area is under lockdown and cleared. Whatever happens, don't worry about it. Just focus on teleporting. I'll handle the other issues."
"Good."
[ Thousand Faces ] began channeling Psionic Energy into the massive teleportation array and closed his eyes to search for the other end of the teleportation by connecting the arrays.
The Great Fortress... The Great Fortress...
Found it!
[ Thousand Faces ] opened his eyes and looked at [ Crown ], who gave him an affirming look.
So [ Thousand Faces ] initiated the final step of the teleportation.
A gentle aura emanated from beneath his feet, and the large plaza paved with bluestone was imbued with Psionic Energy, becoming increasingly transparent around the Hall and beginning to crystallize.
Layer upon layer of nested magic arrays lit up, and the ground even began to tremble slightly.
Just before the magic circle took effect, [ Thousand Faces ] teleported a short distance to the vicinity.
The teleportation array shone brightly, as if scorching fire was erupting from the earth. Even the councilors had to avoid its brilliance, since they were not [ Divine Wings ] and the light was not within their power.
As the bright light fell, [ Crown ] and [ Thousand Faces ] looked down and saw that the entire square, after a brief period of crystallization, was transforming back into seemingly ordinary bluestone slabs.
And within this enormous venue, large enough to hold hundreds of thousands of people, there was—
Nothing at all!
[ Crown ]:"?"
[ Thousand Faces ]:"?"
The two councilors stared at each other for two seconds.
"You messed up again?!"
[ The Crown ] looked at the newcomer in disbelief--
This new intern is so incompetent! They can't even do this simple thing right!
Next time we recruit a legislator, let him start as a military governor!
[ Thousand Faces ] was also very angry about this, but he suppressed his anger:
"Do you think that's possible? All the Psionic Energy flow paths are pre-drawn; I only need to inject Psionic Energy, there's no room for manipulation at all."
"And as you saw, the teleportation array was clearly activated successfully just now!"
The problem isn't with me at all!
[ Thousand Faces ] stared down for a while, then suddenly pointed to the center of the teleportation array:
"It was definitely a success. I noticed a significant increase in sand and dust concentration there. The teleportation itself wasn't the problem; it's just that the elite troops didn't arrive."
[ Crown ] was instantly enraged and glared at [ Thousand Faces ]:
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"