Beyond the Scourge of War actively deploying troops against Jetterge, undead armies also appeared around Saint Roman. The coastal regions, due to Xiao Xun's strong coastal defense forces, Delvana's leadership, and the Phoenix Army's fire formations, could temporarily disregard the combat effectiveness of the Deep Sea Legion.
As for the Demon Legion, their primary concentration was in the southwest. Facing the ten thousand mountains and the various tribes led by Barbarian King Seine in that direction, it was not an easy task to overcome them.
Therefore, the main pressure was now on the Sancho Territory defended by Xiao Xun.
A scream of terror erupted from the distant crowd south of Jetterge City, the sound piercing and desperate.
Everyone was startled and looked back. The surrounding civilians on the streets also turned their heads. The street, previously crowded with people, was now a throng of heads. The towering city walls, also filled with people, were now a scene of frantic running. Through the misty rain, a piercing shriek echoed from the sky. A colossal bird of prey, its wings spread wide, its large eyes glinting with bloody ferocity, dived from above. Its wingspan was as wide as half a city gate, truly terrifying.
The immense wind generated by this giant bird swept in, a gale that snapped the masts on the city walls as if they were mere twigs, sending them crashing down. The people on the ramparts, filled with horror, scattered in all directions. The giant bird descended from the sky with a shriek, its massive, sharp talons like demonic hands, snatching two running figures. It then soared into the sky, vanishing into the distance in the blink of an eye.
The entire Jetterge City instantly fell into a deathly silence. After a long pause, someone finally shouted in panic, "It's a Destroyer, a Destroyer of the Scourge of War! We're finished!..."
In an instant, the entire city erupted into hysteria. Countless people wailed and cried out in lament, chaos descending everywhere. The combat units of the Spear of Vengeance reacted swiftly, but in the face of a Destroyer, they were clearly outmatched.
Low roars emanated from all directions. On the plains a hundred miles away, more and more Scourge of War soldiers gathered, some continuously howling and roaring at the sky. Interspersed among the hordes were six or seven abominations, significantly larger than the surrounding common Scourge of War soldiers, their heads turned and growling. The ghouls and skeleton warriors around them seemed particularly fearful of them.
Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating a swift silhouette. The Destroyer, having just returned from the walls of Jetterge City, descended from the heavens. At that moment, hundreds of Kings of Arrogance, both near and far, roared loudly, their might chilling to the bone.
Its massive wings flapped and swayed in the wind and rain. The Destroyer circled above for a moment, then suddenly loosened its talons, and two human figures plummeted like stones. Though they tumbled in mid-air, they did not struggle wildly; their movements were stiff. It was likely that along the way, these unfortunate souls had already succumbed to the immense power of the giant bird, the King of Arrogance, perishing within its colossal claws.
The Destroyer circling in the sky let out two shrieks and flew for a short while longer, then, as if discovering something, folded its wings and descended into the dense ranks of the Scourge of War soldiers. Just as its massive body was about to touch the ground, it suddenly unfurled its broad wings with a *whoosh*, the powerful gust of wind knocking several nearby Scourge of War soldiers to the ground, where they cried out in distress. A strong wind blew, and the Destroyer floated overhead. Countless Kings of Arrogance bowed their heads in reverence and dodged its path. Occasionally, it encountered similarly powerful giant demonic beasts, and they would glare at each other without yielding.
The Destroyer drifted along, its body rising and falling, sometimes soaring over the heads of giant demonic beasts, sometimes flying over the branches of trees. When it encountered a beast of unimaginable size, like a colossal elephant, it even passed directly beneath it. The wind and rain raged, the sky a mix of snow and sleet. The Destroyer's figure in the storm seemed to drift like duckweed. Finally, it let out another shriek and descended from the sky.
It was the deepest part of the Scourge of War army, amidst a sea of dark, strangely shaped Scourge of War soldiers. In the falling snow and light rain, a middle-aged man in a black cloak stood with his hands behind his back atop a giant demonic beast. The Destroyer landed beside this man. The cloaked figure merely opened his eyes slightly, glanced at it, and then closed them again. The Destroyer cast a haughty look around its surroundings, seemingly disdainful of the Kings of Arrogance, before turning its attention to the cloaked man. After a moment, it appeared exceptionally respectful. "Gaga, gaga..." it croaked at the cloaked man, who slowly nodded. The Destroyer called out a few more times and remained in place. After a moment, it extended its beak to preen its feathers. The pervasive rain had already soaked its entire body. After a few attempts at preening, it soon gave up and looked up at the night sky, then slowly tucked its head into its wings to shield itself from the wind and rain. The cloaked man slowly raised his hand. The surrounding soldiers stirred, displaying expressions of extreme fear. Yet, in the man's eyes, these countless Scourge of War soldiers seemed as nothing, utterly disregarded. His gaze was fixed on the sky. This cloaked man was none other than the commander of the Scourge of War, Zhen Hun.
In Jetterge City, within the Duke's Castle, the heavy rain that had fallen all night continued unabated. The main commanders, led by Xiao Xun, convened in the grand conference room, their discussions often punctuated by arguments. At the head of the table, the three leaders, Xiao Xun, Sancho, and Bo Tu, were also engaged in hushed discussion. All three wore furrowed brows, clearly troubled and deeply concerned about the impending catastrophe. Urgent footsteps echoed from outside the conference room. The assembled group started, and Bai Yang, one of the Twelve Star Envoys, quickly entered the room. He paused briefly, nodding to the surrounding military officials, and then strode directly towards Xiao Xun, speaking softly into his ear. All eyes turned to the two of them. The grim expression on Bai Yang's face was clearly unusual, and as he spoke, Xiao Xun's already solemn face lost any trace of a smile, replaced by a look of stern gravity. Gradually, everyone's hearts began to pound, sensing an unspoken pressure gradually descending upon their location. After hearing Bai Yang's report, Xiao Xun looked at him and asked a follow-up question in a low voice. Bai Yang nodded silently, his expression resolute. Xiao Xun let out a sigh and nodded. Bai Yang turned and stood silently behind Xiao Xun. Bo Tu and Sancho, who were seated nearby, looked over. Bo Tu, unable to contain himself, asked anxiously, "Is there news of the Scourge of War?" Xiao Xun nodded and stood up, causing a stir among the assembled officers.