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Although the military leader wanted to launch an attack on the Sanctuary of Control immediately, his reason told him that now was not the time.

They had just been teleporting for a long time in the chaotic and disorderly Tower of Sinful Souls. In order to ensure that the soldiers could adjust to the fighting state, a short period of rest was necessary.

If you attack rashly and you are in poor condition, you will be eager for quick success and drag down the overall situation, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

Zoval and Denathius intended to take advantage of the enemy's lack of troops to attack first, but the troops they still had in their hands were seriously insufficient. Once they left the defense system of the dominion sanctuary and took the initiative to attack, the chance of delivering food would be higher than Sneak attacks are more effective.

With both sides taking care of each other, the last ten minutes of the truce period passed peacefully.

As the soldier master expected, the coalition soldiers who arrived on time to join up accounted for less than 50% of the total number of soldiers in the army. More people were still fighting in the tower with the Abyss-sworn and Venthyr.

"Less than half, just over 40%?" The soldier master touched his chin thoughtfully: "That should be enough."

Sarlayan nodded and agreed: "The troops under Zoval and Denathius will only be smaller than ours. What we need to worry about right now is that the insidious guy Denathius will be in the domination sanctuary." What kind of trap are you setting?"

"Old rules." The soldier leader walked at the front without hesitation: "I will lead the battle, Gristia and the Winter Queen will help me conquer the battle, Sarlayan, you will take care of the rear."

"learn."

"no problem."

Sarlayan and others had no objection to the arrangement of the soldier master, and soon found their own positions, following behind the soldier master, they cautiously advanced towards the entrance of the dominion sanctuary.

Even though the weapon in the Master's hand is a staff, his fighting style is actually extremely wild. The staff is as meaningful to him as the staff of balance used by Sarlayan before. It can be used to assist in casting spells. Naturally, It can also be swung to attack directly.

Who said you can't kill someone with a magic staff?

Along the way since entering the Shadow Realm, Sharlayan has seen many unlucky people have their heads smashed by the soldier master with a staff.

Although the quality of the weapon master's staff is not as good as the cosmic-level artifact of Gausharak, it is also made by the master himself by gathering a large number of the best resources from the Shadow Realm.

At least in the Shadow Realm, this is considered to be the top weapon, and its quality far exceeds the Valajar Battle Sword and the Staff of Balance that Sarlayan used before.

An additional comment needs to be made here. The Warmaster himself is the most skilled blacksmith in the Shadow Realm, and the famous bonesmith Milhail of Maldraxxus was also an apprentice taught by him.

Issalayan's level cannot judge whose forging skills are more advanced between the War Master and Kazgros, but he can at least confirm that they are top blacksmiths at the same level.

After the leader entered the domination sanctuary first, before the three Eternals in the finished formation could gain a foothold, Denathius and Zoval, who were well prepared, launched the attack first.

Denathrius' desperate revenge killed all his confidants, but Zoval, who was calm and self-possessed, was not as hysterical as Denathrius.

He left all his elite men in the Dominion Sanctuary, waiting for this last chance to fight.

Before Sarlayan could clearly see the environment inside the Sanctuary of Dominance, the trap that was suddenly activated separated the Shadow Realm coalition forces, which had maintained a very neat formation.

Sarlayan was blocked together with hundreds of Gryans who were responsible for cutting off the rear. Just when he was about to try to use his space power to escape, the huge sense of threat from behind made Sarlayan instinctively disrupt his original plan and use the power of space to escape. The gathered space power flashed forward.

Sarlayan's battle-hardened instincts proved correct.

As soon as he flashed out of place, Sarlayan heard bursts of screams coming from behind.

Those Kyrians who were unable to dodge were killed in large numbers by the enemy's unknown attacks. Sarlayan, who had not yet turned around, frowned.

"This kind of attack intensity...Eternal One? No way."

After resisting the backlash of the spell, he activated Flash again, and after dodging the enemy's pursuit for the second time, Sarlayan finally found the opportunity to turn around and face the unknown enemy.

"As expected, it's you, the homeless dog Denathrius."

Although Sarlayan wanted to know where Zoval got the confidence to fight one against three, now was obviously not the time to care about this issue.

Facing a powerful enemy at the level of gods again, the most pressing issue at the moment is that Sarlayan must survive the hysterical attack of Denathrius, who is red-eyed at defeat.

"Shut up!"

Denathrius, who once had elegance engraved in his DNA, is now like a vengeful evil ghost. There is no mannerisms at all on him, only the madness of being forced into a desperate situation.

"If it weren't for you...if it weren't for you! How could I be in this situation today!"

"Ha~"

Sarlayan still maintained a frivolous look on his face, deliberately using words to arouse Denathrius' sensitive nerves, making it impossible for him to remain rational in his rage.

"Blame me? You don't think so complacently that your plan is very thorough, do you?"

Sidestepping to avoid the direct attack of Denathrius's unorganized claws, Sarlayan taunted with a sneer: "If he hadn't been misled by preconceived inertial thinking, the fraudster Kil'jaeden would have seen through your lame little tricks. It’s all about means, compared to the Burning Legion’s great efforts, what does my little skill mean?”

"What? You dare to plot against the Burning Legion but you can't withstand Sargeras' possible counterattack? Do you mean you can't afford to lose? You're laughing to death, what kind of fragile glass heart do you have the nerve to stand side by side with the Master of Arms in the name of the Eternal One?"

"Shame on you, quit the group!"

"Junior! How dare you insult me!"

Denathrius, who was stimulated by Sarlayan's poisonous tongue and became even more crazy, made perfect and unorganized moves. He waved the sharp claws in his left hand and the long sword in his right hand randomly, but he still couldn't hit Sarlayan, who was trying to avoid with all his strength.

Although the offensive routine was messy, Sarlayan could still feel the terrifying intensity of Denathrius' attack from the airflow passing by him.

There will even be a small-scale space distortion in the places scratched by his weapons and claws. This is an additional effect that will inevitably occur when the power level of physical attacks reaches a certain level.

It's no joke to be hit by Denathrius. Although Issalayan's physical strength will not cause him to lose his combat effectiveness instantly, it will definitely not be easy.

At this time, Denathrius was like a bad gambler who lost all his chips at the gambling table. He had already anticipated his final outcome, and all his current actions were just to vent his emotions.

...Of course, maybe it's also because he feels that he can at least win against Sarlayan and have the capital to make waves.

However, will things really develop as Denathrius believes?

If you are an ordinary demigod, it will be difficult to survive when facing a true god whose realm far exceeds your own.

Saryan did not give up on saving himself because he was in a desperate situation. He did not have all the cards to make a comeback.

Holding the divine sword Gosharak in his hand, Sarlayan silently communicated with the weapon spirit through the soul link during the battle.

"The sword on the opposite side - Lemonia also houses a weapon spirit with high intelligence. Are you sure you can annihilate its consciousness the moment the weapons intersect?"

"Buzz~"

Gosharak can't speak yet, but he can find his own way to make Sharlayan understand what he means.

"Very good... then."

Sarlayan took a deep breath and prepared for a counterattack with a serious expression: "Let us give it a try." (End of Chapter)