However, what puzzled Xiao Xun was that they had not encountered any symbolic resistance recently. Or rather, when they attacked with all their might, the undead first chose to retreat.
If it was like this the first time, what about the second time? With such a situation occurring twice in a row, Xiao Xun had to halt their actions.
"The Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen, has yet to show himself."
Xiao Xun gazed at the distant sky. He felt a strong sense of unease. He always had this feeling whenever his life was threatened, a feeling that had saved him countless times.
Meanwhile, the three Grand Elders of the undead stood in a triangle formation on the Star-level cosmic mothership, quietly conversing.
The three of them overlooked the entire land, like gods looking down from above, exuding an aura of immense authority.
"This planet is more resilient than we imagined!"
Wisdom Elder Kamon calmly projected his thoughts into the minds of Power Elder Agah and Authority Elder Mannon, who shared the same spiritual connection.
Power Elder Agah gently raised his hand and clenched his fist with force.
Agah's imposing voice resonated in both Mannon's and Kamon's minds, "Because of these ants, we have already wasted too much time. Lord Nero is displeased with our progress and has impatiently departed elsewhere with his lady. Let us use the great power of the undead to obliterate this world!"
Mannon and Kamon's expressions instantly turned solemn, their eyes burning with spiritual fire.
Blue flames blazed like souls.
The three highest leaders of the undead, Elders Agah, Mannon, and Kamon, bowed their heads in prayer with great reverence. After the prayer concluded, Agah suddenly looked up at Mannon and Kamon, saying, "Let us begin!"
Saint Diroman was unaware of what was about to happen. They were all desperately working to create what Xiao Xun had drawn in his blueprints, believing that the God of War of Saint Diroman would once again lead them to victory.
At this moment, two individuals, like country bumpkins entering a city, were walking the streets of Saint Diroman's capital.
Their eyes widened, and they frequently displayed exaggerated expressions as they gazed at the magnificent buildings around them. Their mouths hung open in astonishment, and they occasionally wore innocent and harmless expressions, appearing pure and endearing.
The short, stout fellow, with an almost ecstatic tone, said to the tall, thin one, "Look, that's a centaur."
"That, that is an Orc!"
"I know this one, it's a Goblin."
"And that's an Elf."
These were two rarely seen halflings. If their homeland had not been destroyed, they would not have come to Saint Diroman's capital for refuge.
On the other side, the Frost Nation had already been occupied by the undead army of the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen.
"Anmie, your efficiency is somewhat low."
Beside the throne, the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen, frowned and said sternly, looking at the giant demon before him.
In contrast, facing the reprimand from the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen, Anmie wore a nonchalant expression.
Blade of Ill Omen continued, "I recall you always preferred to crush everything with absolute strength and overwhelming force... Yet now you fight with such restraint, which is very abnormal."
"Do you have a plan? Or are you afraid of something?"
Anmie chuckled, "My only goal is victory; the means are of no consequence to me."
"The three elders are constantly urging you. Saint Diroman doesn't possess that much formidable power. You could have easily broken through."
Anmie smiled, "Blade of Ill Omen, how many times have the four Demon Kings been defeated in Saint Diroman? And for what reasons? Now that I have stabilized the situation, you think I haven't done enough? What's with your eagerness for quick success?"
The Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen's expression turned grim. Anmie's words were irrefutable, yet he still felt a subtle unease in his heart.
Suddenly, he saw Anmie freeze for a moment. Then, he revealed a smile.
The ominous premonition in his heart intensified.
"Oh, oh, oh, I see."
Anmie, smiling, spoke to someone unseen.
The Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen's unease grew stronger. He then saw Anmie raise his head, letting out a chilling, wide grin, revealing his stark white teeth.
A powerful sense of crisis flooded the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen's mind. He instinctively tried to cast a spell to evade. However, it was too late. In that instant, a verdant beam of light pierced his chest!
The attacker was Anmie himself!
With wide eyes, Blade of Ill Omen looked at the scene in disbelief. Ink-green blood flowed from the wound, and he uttered a pained question, "Why?"
"Why? That's a boring question. It's obvious, I'm a mole."
"Hmph!"
*Bang!*
The Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen snorted, and a red glow began to emanate. His body vanished instantly, reappearing moments later a thousand meters away.
Although this method of teleportation was energy-intensive and taxing, further worsening his already heavily injured state, he could no longer afford to care. From the attack, it was clear that Anmie's strength far surpassed his, otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to evade his sneak attack.
Furthermore, if he was a mole who dared to betray at this time, he must have made thorough preparations.
Seeing the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen flee, Anmie immediately pursued, continuously firing orbs of light towards him. But Blade of Ill Omen seemed to completely ignore these, fleeing in a desperate manner, not even caring as some of the light orbs struck his back, inflicting severe wounds.
Anmie was not in a hurry at first. He had made all the necessary arrangements. No matter where the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen fled, he could easily ambush him and take his life at his leisure. However, as time passed, he also began to notice something amiss.
Logically, at this point, the place the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen should have gone was the Undead Altar at the center of the Tuolu Continent, as the three elders were stationed there.
No matter how strong Anmie was, his fate would be to be instantly crushed!
But the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen did not flee there; instead, he ran towards the teleportation gate leading to Saint Diroman!
This was not due to the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen's panic, but because he understood that since Anmie dared to launch a surprise attack now, this place must have been thoroughly secured by him.
Therefore, it was better to head towards Saint Diroman, adopting an inverse logic. After all, the King of Fear was stationed there, and it would catch Anmie off guard.
To be honest, Anmie had not anticipated the move made by the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen.
He had considered all possibilities of where the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen might go after his surprise attack, but he had completely overlooked Saint Diroman.
After all, that was enemy territory. Who would flee towards the opponent's headquarters for safety?
However, by the time he realized something was wrong, the Fallen Legion Commander, Blade of Ill Omen was already very close to the teleportation gate!
"Damn it, I've been outmaneuvered by this guy!"