The setting sun on the horizon was like blood, and on the ancient battlefield, the earth was shrouded in an impenetrable darkness, a result of the countless bloody battles fought between the Undying Civilization and the Knight Empire over countless years.
If the war could end here in the future, it would definitely be a fine piece of land with abundant fertility.
On a high metal platform, a Barbarian Soul Race gazed into the distance, where countless undead spirits came into view, their black, gray, and white hues almost dominating the entire scene.
A faint soul flame clung to the surface of the stark white, cold bones.
Beneath the cold, bluish-black skin, the lifeless flesh was as hard as iron.
The Lich King, wearing a gray hood and wielding a staff forged from his own spine, stood in mid-air, unleashing a series of necromantic spells.
The surfaces of these uniquely designed weapons are imbued with a chilling flow of energy, a distinctive ethereal glow.
Compared to the Knight Empire's forces, the Undying Civilization was overwhelmingly superior in number.
In other words, the Knight Empire's soldiers were of higher quality and had a similarly strong reproductive capacity, which allowed them to barely hold out.
However, over the long years, the Undead Race race has almost always held the upper hand in both of the two peak Astral Realm.
If it weren't for the fact that, at the pinnacle of individual power, the Lord of the Undead was weaker than Emperor Augustus, perhaps the vast Knight Empire would have been destroyed long ago.
When will the reinforcements mentioned above arrive?
We've arrived.
"What? Quick, take me to see this!"
In the military camp, the Barbarian Soul Race General Yarba saw the reinforcements he had been longing for.
One after another, purebred Barbarian Soul Race warriors came into view.
The unit, primarily composed of soldiers from the Mortal Remains lineage, consists of heavily armored knights, assault troops, engineers, and other military branches. They are generally physically robust, tall, and muscular, with their bodies covered in dense scars.
There are also a small number of Soul Descendants troops, most of whom are special units, such as Runesmiths, Soul Warlocks, and Soul Knights. Compared to the Mortal Remains lineage, the warriors of the Soul Descendants lineage have sharp eyes like hawks, are more capable, and are surrounded by a faint aura of soul light.
Leading this legion are three powerful commanders, natural superiors of the Barbarian Soul Race, whose bodies and souls are well-developed, each an elite among elites, a hexagonal warrior.
The Barbarian Soul Race's troops can only unleash their full combat power when led by a ruler.
Looking at the Revival Legion before him, Yarba's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he could hardly believe what he was seeing.
The Empire had actually sent a purebred Barbarian Soul Race army, instead of some ragtag force to fool them.
The sun rose in the west?
When did those gentlemen in Aodu become so generous?
After thinking for a long time without figuring it out, General Yarba temporarily attributed the matter to his own good fortune.
Perhaps even the great will of the Flame Frost Continent couldn't bear to see this, so it specially bestowed its favor and sent an elite force to provide support.
Although this unit was small in number, it was well-equipped, and the numerous scars covering their bodies proved that they were all highly trained and battle-hardened soldiers.
If used properly, it can definitely have unexpected effects.
His eyes flickered slightly, Yarba was plotting something.
Now that fresh troops have arrived, the previous defensive strategy should be adjusted slightly. It's time to let those arrogant Undead Race know who the most powerful race on the Flame Frost Continent truly is.
General Yarba acted swiftly, or rather, none of the generals on the front lines were hesitant or indecisive.
Once a decision is made, it can be implemented quickly; both decisiveness and action are top-notch.
On the ancient battlefield, the Knight Empire, which had relied on its war fortresses for defense for so long, finally sounded the horn of counterattack.
General Yarba first relied on the war fortress to wear down the undead army's strength. When the Undead Race general ordered a retreat, he immediately sent the Revival Legion to penetrate the weak point on the flank.
Looking down from above, one would see black and one red, cold and hot, two torrents colliding violently.
The undead army was instantly torn open with a huge gap, and the cavalry of the Revival Legion, clad in rune knight armor and riding powerful war beasts, pierced through the battlefield from one side to the other like an incomparably sharp dagger.
Countless undead warriors fell to the ground, their soul flames extinguished. Although a considerable number of high-ranking undead displayed exceptional combat skills, they were still unable to withstand the sudden emergence of the Revival Legion.
What many Undead Race leaders found even more incomprehensible was that the numerous necromancy spells they unleashed had absolutely no effect on this Barbarian Soul Race army.
This was even more shocking than the Barbarian Soul Race tearing apart their formation.
However, in the midst of the fierce battle, the Undead Race leaders had no time to think too much. They hurriedly sounded the war horn, released their spirits, and caused the army to retreat in waves like a tide.
But the Revival Legion did not let them go. They launched continuous assaults and charges. Their astonishingly strong undead resistance allowed these resurrected Barbarian Soul Race warriors to move freely through the army, which was filled with an overwhelming aura of the undead. They left behind countless broken bones and scattered, drifting soul flames along the way.
This almost overwhelming scene stunned General Yarba, who was watching the battle from the metal platform.
He hadn't expected that this newly arrived unit would be so formidable in combat.
Those warriors had only average attack power and their individual combat skills were not outstanding, but their resistance to the undead was exceptional.
Like an Immortal army that has emerged from death, they naturally resist death.
If it were just one or two soldiers, it would be one thing, but the fact that an entire legion, hundreds of thousands of men, were doing the same thing greatly surprised Yarba.
"Could it be that the Empire's research department has come up with something new again?" Yarba thought with delight.
As the saying goes, some are happy while others are sad. While General Yarba was overjoyed, the Undead Race were experiencing a completely different situation.
When they saw the Revival Legion pierce through their battle lines as easily as a hot knife through butter, they nearly jumped for joy.
Commander Sokaro's face was even more gloomy. As a noble member of the Undead Royal Race, his appearance was not like those of the undead warriors, who had all sorts of strange looks. Instead, he looked similar to human nobles and had an innate noble air.
But at this moment, witnessing his own defeat, Sokaro could no longer remain calm. He couldn't understand why this Barbarian Soul Race army all possessed such strong undead resistance.
Their individual combat strength was clearly not considered strong among the Barbarian Soul Race legions of the same level; in fact, they were only at the lower end.
If it were just one unit like this, it wouldn't be a big deal. The real problem would be if a whole bunch of such units appeared. That would be a huge problem.
"Immediately compile all information about this war, especially the details of that unit, and report it to the Underworld." After a moment's thought, Sokaro turned his head and gave the order.
Behind him, a floating, semi-transparent ghost bowed slightly, using its unique talent to send relevant information back.
The projection floated in mid-air.
Scenes from the chaotic battlefield flashed before my eyes: roaring, colossal war beasts; giant undead tens of thousands of meters tall; the vanguard of the Revival Legion advancing like bulldozers; and various energy weapons crisscrossing the sky...
On the ground, in the sky, in other dimensions... in every dimension and on every level, the two sides' forces are engaged in a life-or-death struggle.
Two figures stood in front of the projection, watching silently.
After a long while, as the undead army retreated like a tide, Chancellor Sanchez finally spoke, asking, "What does the Commander-in-Chief think of this force?"
"Very good." A sound like metal clashing together rang out.
The speaker was dressed in black armor, slender, with extremely sharp eyes that seemed to pierce through space. Standing there, he was like a pillar supporting the sky.
This man was none other than Ural, one of the highest-ranking figures in the Knight Empire after Emperor Augustus, and the Grand Commander on par with Chancellor Sanchez.
The fact that the Knight Empire was able to stabilize the current front line despite being at a disadvantage in both military and national strength, and even launch small-scale counterattacks from time to time, is largely due to the great merit of its commander-in-chief.
"This is the Revival Legion you mentioned? The masterpiece of that little brat from the Earth Guardian lineage?"
"Yes, it's his masterpiece. However, he's no little guy; he's practically Invincible True God, his status comparable to that of Main God, making him someone on the same level as you and me."
"Heh, perhaps." Grand Commander Ural chuckled and shook his head, neither confirming nor denying.
Prime Minister Sanchez was not surprised. He knew the Grand Marshal Ural too well; he was arrogant and conceited, and there were very few people in the entire Flame Frost Continent who could command his respect.
"How many of these troops can be provided in a month?" Commander-in-Chief Ural asked again.
The two had a clear division of labor.
He was in charge of military affairs and foreign policy.
Chancellor Sanchez was in charge of logistics and internal affairs.
The two do not interfere with each other.
The training of the new army, strictly speaking, fell under the jurisdiction of the Supreme Commander Ural.
However, the matters involving Lancelot and the Revival Legion were too complicated, so Chancellor Sanchez took full responsibility for them.
"About 1,000 to 1,200 legions," Chancellor Sanchez said after a moment's thought.
A rare look of astonishment appeared on the face of Grand Commander Ural.
Although it was only a fleeting moment, it was still seen by Chancellor Sanchez.
"Who would have thought that our Great Commander of the Ural would be surprised one day."
"Indeed." Commander-in-Chief Ural nodded frankly. "I didn't expect that such a large number of elite troops could be provided in just one month."
Ural's icy expression melted like an ancient glacier, turning scorching hot. "If I could have an additional 100,000 Revival Legion under my command, the front lines could be turned around."
"If we could muster an additional million Revival Legion, and be confident in recovering all lost territory and launching a counterattack against the Undying Civilization, we could inflict a heavy blow on them."
"If..."
The thought of recovering lost territory, or even launching a counterattack on enemy territory, made Commander-in-Chief Ural ' breathing quicken.
"Alright, alright, stop with the 'what ifs'."
Before his old partner could say anything more, Chancellor Sanchez raised his hand, interrupting his daydream.
"A million- Revival Legion is barely conceivable, but anything more is out of the question."
"Um?"
Grand Commander Ural frowned, looking displeased at his old partner. "Don't try to fool me. Don't think I don't know. The number of Barbarian Soul Race statues is at least ten trillion. A mere million-strong army only represents a small fraction of these statues."
Upon hearing this, Chancellor Sanchez sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead. "I really can't see eye to eye with you guys. Do you think he activated the Guardian Blade without expending any energy?"
"Every resurrected Barbarian Soul Race warrior needs a pure soul to sustain them. The number of stone statues left behind by our valiant warriors is certainly sufficient, even far more than you imagine, but the stockpile of pure souls is far from enough."
"If you don't have enough, just go buy some!" Commander-in-Chief Ural said matter-of-factly.
"I've already factored in the cost of the pure souls I'm buying; I haven't even dared to calculate the price increase due to inflation."
Chancellor Sanchez looked helpless.
You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household.
Although the Knight Empire occupies half of the Flame Frost Continent and is rich in resources, it also holds vast territories in the Astral Realm beyond the continent, and these territories are constantly supplying the empire with massive amounts of resources.
But with high income comes high consumption.
There is never much fiscal surplus left each year.
The warehouse seemed to be overflowing with all kinds of resources, even containing billions of Primeval Stone, enough to make the Main God, or even the Supreme God, envious.
However, if we consider the scale of an entire peak-level Astral Realm civilization, it's not so exaggerated.
Commander-in-Chief Ural, who was familiar with his old partner, could naturally see that Sanchez's expression was genuine.
After a moment of silence, Ural said, "Then let's send 100,000 Revival Legion first. At least we can push the current battle lines back a bit and stop those filthy undead from running rampant."
"Yes, as long as we follow the steps, it won't be a problem."
"By the way, have those powerful knights who came to the Flame Frost Continent from all over the Astral Realm been settled in?"
"Everything has already been arranged. I just don't know why His Majesty ordered these knights not to go to the battlefield. Otherwise, our manpower problem could have been alleviated much earlier."
"Who knows? Perhaps His Majesty is worried that the Ancestor of Knights is secretly devouring the career paths of powerful knights."
"Ancestor of Knights... Heh, the allure of the Realm of Eternity is truly unparalleled."
What would you do in that situation?
"I... I'll probably make the same choice."
"That settles it then, it's just a matter of different positions."
"Sigh... yes, different perspectives."
In the blink of an eye.
Three months have passed since Lancelot began using the Genesis Ovary to mass-produce troops for the Knight Empire.
In these three months, a total of 3,450 Revival Legion, fully armed, were deployed to the front lines.
With the help of these fresh troops, the Knight Empire's previously precarious defensive strongholds instantly became exceptionally stable.
Like Yarba, a significant number of generals chose to launch a counterattack.
For a moment, the entire Undying Civilization was stunned.
Faced with these suddenly appearing and continuously emerging Barbarian Soul Race possessing incredible undead resistance, not only were the undead leaders below completely baffled.
The highest levels of the Underworld were stunned.
Through various methods of investigation, the figure named Terra, along with related information, was presented to the Lord of the Undead.