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The time is ripe.

Staring at the flashing red dots representing enemies on the map, Li Lin's lips curled into a cold and arrogant smile. He rarely showed this emotion in front of others, but at this moment, facing an enemy he was certain to defeat, he did not hide his pride and mockery.

"Everything is going exactly as I planned; everything is under my control."

Li Lin reached out and gripped it tightly.

"This is the power of order. I don't think that guy will ever understand it. They only have wisdom, not the awareness to follow rules. They may have thoughts, but they never consider problems in an orderly manner. It has been like this for a thousand, two thousand, tens of thousands of years, and it hasn't changed at all. I don't know what the God of Justice is thinking, but since he has chosen this alliance, he must pay the price for his stupidity."

"Miss Catherine has sent word that they are on their way to the Allied Army."

Nia, who had walked behind Li Lin, gazed at the man's back and spoke.

"I'll adjust the speed at which the undead gather and advance. Hopefully, she can hurry; this scene can't be reshot, and there's no going back."

Li Lin lowered his hand, let out a long breath, and then turned around.

"This time, I will personally take action. You don't need to do anything; just wait in Ringwraith City. This kind of trash isn't worth my full strength. The power of order... is above all else."

If Gabriel could hear what Li Lin said, she would certainly praise it highly, even disregarding the nod of agreement from all sides, especially given the current chaotic situation where the Archangel has deeply felt the power of order.

The intelligence sent by Catherine on winged horses was quickly presented to the officers of the Allied Army, and the news immediately caused an uproar throughout the camp. This wasn't just because of the intelligence itself, but because before receiving Catherine's report, the frontline command had already received a report of the assembly of 300,000 undead troops. Adding to this the anticipated ambush of 100,000 undead in the City of the Federation, they now faced nearly a million undead creatures! And the Allied Army's original plan was a siege! Their original objective was to capture the City of the Federation, not to fight a million undead on this damned plain!

Although Catherine's message was timely, it only added fuel to the fire. While the latest supply had just arrived, things would become extremely difficult if the rear was blocked by an army of 500,000 undead. Immediately, everyone was arguing. Some suggested retreating immediately before the undead encirclement closed in, a suggestion that wasn't wrong, but humans weren't undead. They couldn't just gather and disperse at will. The camp was already established, and the supplies and horses had been unloaded; even if everything were loaded immediately, it would take considerable time.

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In addition, the impact on morale...

Some suggested concentrating forces before the undead encirclement closed in, first attacking the City of the Federation, and then using it to deal with the undead. On the plains, they were no match for the undead army's sheer numbers, but inside the city walls, it was a different story. The undead had used sheer numbers several times before, but the allied army had always defeated them with this tactic, so such a suggestion wasn't too strange.

However, the City of the Federation is not like those small towns before; it was once the largest capital of the Federation. Leaving aside whether the undead lurking within can be completely defeated, even if they could, it would inevitably take time. And now, there is clearly not enough time to defeat these undead and then turn to defend against enemy attacks. According to this intelligence, the undead army's encirclement will be completely closed in half a day to a day at the latest. Although this speed is somewhat unbelievable, the speed of the undead is faster than galloping horses, so this makes perfect sense. Each time the Allied forces attack a city occupied by the undead, it takes at least ten days to completely conquer it. Therefore, it is clear that they simply do not have time to fight such a continuous war.

Some suggested using our manpower advantage to build defenses on the spot and set up defensive works in the shortest possible time to withstand the undead attacks. However, this is also unrealistic. If the undead army arrives, once they form an encirclement, they will launch a 180-degree all-around attack. Even inside the strongest city walls and fortresses, it would be difficult to withstand such an attack, let alone on this vast plain. Even if defensive works were to be set up, they probably wouldn't last long.

Besides, even if we set up fortifications, what if the undead come and surround us without attacking? Wouldn't that be like we've shot ourselves in the foot? The food and water for 300,000 men are also of paramount importance!

Only then did these officers realize that they might have really been tricked.

On the surface, they appear infinitely glorious and invincible. But what is the reality? What has the Magic Empire actually consumed? The dead? Can the dead really be considered a drain? Think about it calmly. The entire Federation is now a land of death. How many people are there? How many corpses? The Allied Army is a human army; they need to eat and drink, and only able-bodied men are capable of fighting. The selection of Holy Knights is even more rigorous. As for the undead? Anyone who is dead can be used. Men, women, the elderly, children, even recently deceased infants, and even those contaminated animals—all of these are part of the undead army. Under the influence of that terrifying necromantic power, even a newborn child possesses the terrifying ability to kill a strong soldier. Therefore, these losses are negligible to the Magic Empire! And the cities? What good is it if they occupy them? Apart from some undead creatures, no one from the Magic Empire lives in those cities. These cities cannot provide the Magic Empire with any assistance in terms of resources, money, or personnel. So what is the point of occupying these cities?

It's meaningless.

Only then did these officers snap out of their victory frenzy and realize for the first time that they were not fighting against humans—at least not humans in the conventional sense. And that they were not fighting just a war—at least not a war in the ordinary sense.

Although the methods differ, one thing is certain: they must evacuate before the undead creatures surround them all; otherwise, once the encirclement is complete, there will be no way to escape.

Gabriel certainly understood this principle as well.

She had anticipated this long ago, which is why she had always opposed a hasty advance. But to the archangel's dismay, she was ultimately subordinate to another person, and it was this person's choice that had left them facing this intractable dilemma.

Although Catherine later promised to lead the remaining troops back to reinforce them, her army numbered only ten thousand, a drop in the ocean compared to the vast sea of undead creatures.

The situation was escalating to its worst possible point, and when she reported the news to the man, he simply responded with an "oh," as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, even the archangel was so angry that he almost slammed the door and left.

Similarly, the lawful nature that ultimately prevailed in her blood allowed Gabriel to suppress her anger and stay.

The discussion remained fruitless, but when the man entered the conference room, almost everyone fell silent, staring at him. In their hearts, only he could change the current situation and resolve everything.

And the man did not disappoint everyone's expectations. He glanced around at everyone, and then spoke in his usual concise manner, saying only one sentence.

"Attack the City of the Federation."

The air in the entire conference room seemed to pause for a moment after those words, before erupting with an intense atmosphere like a volcanic eruption.

"What are you thinking, Your Excellency? We simply don't have enough manpower..."

Soon, the dissenting officers stood up and quickly stated their objections, while the man listened quietly until they finished, at which point he let out a cold laugh.

"I think you've all overlooked one thing."

What's up?

The man's words surprised everyone; they exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what they had overlooked.

"They are immortal beings."

This statement, however, left everyone even more confused.

"They're just walking corpses, yes, they're nothing but puppets, yet you treat them like an army. Yes, their performance was indeed impressive, demonstrating tactical thinking. But I think you also understand that these undead creatures have no intelligence whatsoever; they're merely puppets acting according to their commanders. Therefore, if we kill the Manipulator, this undead army, no matter how many there are, will crumble without a fight!"

As he spoke, the man stretched out his hand and pointed towards the City of the Federation.

"We don't need to conquer that city, we don't need to exterminate all the undead. All we need to do is defeat the Manipulator behind them. Once she's gone, we'll face no threat whatsoever! These corpses can't think for themselves, can't make any judgments, and can't even act on their own impulses. They're nothing but a bunch of pathetic idiots!"

Upon hearing this, the officers' expressions shifted slightly. They vaguely grasped the man's thoughts: he actually intended to carry out a decapitation strike? Using 300,000 troops to conduct a decapitation strike? That was too outrageous!

While this may seem somewhat incomprehensible, it is indeed feasible—at least the possibility is not zero.

Upon hearing this, Gabriel was also somewhat stunned. She stared blankly at the man in front of her, unable to figure out whether his action was well-thought-out or simply based on his feelings.

However, an order is still an order.

And right now, they have no other choice.

The soldiers in the camp immediately sprang into action, quickly forming ranks and awaiting the start of the organized attack. The large hole blasted open by Yi Aier's cannon during the previous battle had not yet been repaired, which, to some extent, saved everyone the time and effort of another siege. If they could successfully enter the City of the Federation through that gap, they could skip the siege and go straight into street fighting.

Every soldier learned of the current situation from their commander: a million-strong undead army was closing in on them, leaving them no way to retreat. The only way out was to storm this City of the Federation, find the undead creature's Manipulator, and destroy her. Only then could they achieve final victory. Therefore, the soldiers said no more. They quickly organized themselves and quietly awaited the bugle call. This battle would leave no one alive; all supplies would remain here, unguarded, for their mission was singular.

If you win, you will achieve final victory.

If we lose, we will be completely wiped out.

There is no third way.

The bugle sounded.

Accompanied by the heavy sound of horns, the soldiers rushed towards the dilapidated City of the Federation before them at top speed. At the same time, the undead creatures entrenched within the city seemed to have sensed the enemy's movements. They leaped out of the city and began to attack the army in front of them.

As before, as the man's mysterious power swept over the bodies of the undead, their proud strength was immediately wiped out. Then, these exceptionally fragile undead were completely annihilated by the paladin's iron hooves. The few remaining survivors were also completely crushed and disappeared before the charging infantry formation behind them, leaving not even a single intact limb behind.

Not fast enough! Faster! Faster!!

Although they couldn't see or hear it, almost everyone could feel the aura of death spreading from not far behind them. The putrid, ashen smell seemed to materialize from behind, advancing towards the soldiers. This forced them to quicken their pace and rush into the city. Many were pounced on by the undead or collapsed from exhaustion, but they could not rise again. The entire army had become an unstoppable torrent, and anyone who could not keep up would be completely abandoned without a trace of pity.

After enduring several waves of undead defenses, the allied forces finally entered the city, which was completely covered in death and blood. The stench of nothingness and death emanating from it caused even these battle-hardened warriors to feel a sense of disorientation. Although they had witnessed the devastation of cities occupied by the undead legions in many places, none could compare to the shock and horror of the City of the Federation before them.

Don't stop!

The man floating in mid-air did not stop; he continued to fly forward rapidly, with Gabriel close behind. His pure white wings stood out starkly in the world shrouded in darkness and crimson. Upon hearing his voice, the soldiers quickly snapped back to reality. One group followed the man and continued their charge, while another group swiftly took cover on the city walls to fend off the undead army that might appear from behind at any moment.

However, what happened next was completely unexpected. They had anticipated fierce resistance within the city, but instead, they saw not a single undead creature. All they saw were incomplete ruins and piles of bones, as if the undead army that had blocked their way outside was all there was.

Despite their doubts, there was no turning back now that the arrow had been released. The group could only continue forward. Their destination was none other than the center of the City of the Federation: the Federation Council. Although no one said it aloud, there was a general feeling that they would be there to destroy what they had been destroying all along.

The Federation Council was one of the few remaining buildings in the City of the Federation that had not been completely destroyed. Led by the man and Gabriel, three thousand elite soldiers quickly arrived there and then stopped in their tracks, stunned.

Contrary to expectations, there was neither a heavy encirclement nor strong resistance. Angela stood quietly before the council's gates, her crimson eyes now radiating an invisible aura of death.

"I never expected you all to arrive so quickly."

Her smile remained as sinister and tyrannical as ever, but Gabriel sensed that the girl seemed to have changed in some way.

"Now, it's your turn to pay the price, little girl."

The mysterious man slowly landed on the ground, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage.

"You brat, how dare you insult me... Now, I'll make you pay the price. I'll show you what true Hell is like, something you can never imagine or experience..."

"Although I am very interested in this..."

But, unexpectedly, Angela shrugged, and her voice changed instantly.

"Unfortunately, I am not capable of fighting you, sir."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled. Then, they felt a blur before their eyes, and the violent and terrifying little girl disappeared. In her place appeared a beautiful young woman dressed in a maid outfit, who looked at the visitors with a very warm smile.

On behalf of the host, I welcome everyone, especially you, sir...

As she spoke, the maid turned her gaze to the man.

"You're the host's special guest. To be honest, I had some doubts about whether you'd come... but now it seems there's no doubt about it anymore."

Just then, Suoxiate suddenly spread her arms, and a golden light flew out from her hands, then rapidly expanded, enveloping the entire Council Square. Seeing this, the man who had remained remarkably calm all along let out a bloodcurdling scream!

"Temporary Mythal?! You, you are...?"

Just as you expected.

Then, a beam of light crashed to the ground, and Li Lin's figure emerged from it.

"I truly didn't expect that after killing you for thousands of years, you still haven't learned your lesson."

"You, you are..."

Upon seeing Li Lin, the mysterious man was slightly taken aback, then immediately took several steps back in fear. If it weren't for the soldiers behind him, he probably would have run far away by now.

"I've said before, you kinds of creatures, kill one if you come, kill two if you come... but it seems you don't listen."

Li Lin's expression at that moment resembled that of a father disciplining his disobedient child.

"But this is not unexpected. No matter how much you tout your wisdom and intellect, your chaotic and base nature will not change... Look, I can lead you here so easily... Rules, the power of order, I don't think you've ever considered this."

As he spoke, Li Lin stretched out his hands, and the magical runes on them burst forth with an eye-catching brilliance. They moved rapidly, but did not gather and change as they usually did.

"So, are you ready to meet your compatriots, Godspawn?"

"Luoxia!! You beast, God of Justice, you actually lied to me!!!"

With the man's roar, a huge, dark mist suddenly shot out from his body.