Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission
Chapter 492: The Gradually Tilting Scales

Chapter 492: Chapter 492: The Gradually Tilting Scales

Watching the military troops gathering in the distance, Muse’s expression gradually turned ugly.

"They actually still have so much military strength; they’ve already surpassed us. Where on earth did these people gather such powerful forces from?"

"Relying solely on that king of a fallen nation should not have provided him with so much strength," the deputy officer beside him also spoke up.

Muse’s face became even more somber, "It seems they indeed sought support from someone, but we don’t know their purpose. Damn it, it’s precisely at this time, when even Moon Night Island doesn’t have time to take care of us."

Even these large islands have their preferences. For example, human islands are basically inclined toward the Elves. This isn’t just a matter of aesthetics, but also a relationship between races.

The relationship between humans and beastmen has always been bad; no matter which one is strong, the other side will suffer.

Therefore, even overseas, human islands generally don’t side with beastmen.

Once humans fall into the hands of beastmen, they mostly end up as slaves, or even reduced to livestock.

But now, because of Quisha Island’s strength, the two top islands couldn’t do much or possibly come to their aid. Now they could only rely on themselves, there was no other way.

"Regardless, we still have the advantage. Now we are the defense, and it’s difficult for them to attack," he said.

The enemy’s forces were stronger than their own, but as long as they could delay, this advantage could slowly be amplified. For this battlefield, they had expended all their efforts here during this period.

The slow retreat in front of them, making them hold back, was actually just to delay and set up their defenses.

It had to be said, the construction speed of the farmers was incredibly fast. In such a short time, they had turned this place into an area with walls and countless trenches. A normal army probably couldn’t attack it.

But seeing the troops on the other side that were clearly farmers too was giving them a headache.

If no one could stop them, these farmers could tear down and fill up their defensive fortifications in a short time.

At this moment, Hillciss was also looking across, where at the command center there was a commotion as they constantly researched, analyzed, and debated the next specific war plan.

And the person who was the commander was just watching, silent.

After all, he knew that he had become a commander to obtain a Legend Certificate.

In terms of war command, he couldn’t compare to those professionals. But he was also trying hard to learn, because the knowledge might be tested in the upcoming challenges.

There was only one chance to break through to Legendary status, and while they weren’t Undead, they were accepting the test of the Undead Camp.

With an already low success rate, it had become even lower.

Thus, they had to make the most of their time, learning everything they could that was useful. Otherwise, if they failed, they wouldn’t get a second chance in this lifetime. The atmosphere was still harmonious.

Hillciss, as one of the deputy officers, was looking over to the other side, which could be his territory in the future.

He needed to understand his own territory, his enemy, at least the enemy of the past.

The military troops were slowly gathering, and the atmosphere on the entire battlefield was becoming tenser and more oppressive.

However, at this moment, both sides dared not act. Fang Jie’s side was because the troops had not fully assembled yet, and to avoid losses they had to concentrate their strength, so they couldn’t act rashly.

And the opposition, being the defending side, couldn’t act rashly either.

In fact, many people were already getting anxious because some believed they should take advantage of the enemy not being fully assembled and launch an attack to proactively deplete the enemy’s living forces to reduce their own enemies.

If they continued to let them assemble, they would lose the initiative.

But more people believed that since they were on defense now, they couldn’t afford to attack and give the enemy an opportunity.

The opposing forces didn’t seem numerous, but in reality, their strength wasn’t simple. The first to arrive were the elites, and they were all manufactured troops. Among them were many Gold Level Troops, with great combat power.

Forcefully engaging in a frontal battle with such troops, even if victorious, the eventual losses were uncertain.

Perhaps their own losses would be even more than if they defended the city. The two sides continued to argue, little by little missing opportunities, and now those proposing to attack were getting fewer and fewer.

Behind them, the Island Master and other ministers were actively together.

On the table in front of them, a huge War Balance was placed.

"Let’s begin," the Island Master said to the others, and a mage slowly released magic power to activate the War Balance.

This was a special equipment War Balance, capable of predicting to a certain extent the direction of the war. It was just that each use consumed a large amount of sacrifices, so they were reluctant to use it normally.

But this time was different; this battle related to the ownership of the entire island, so they had to bring it out.

Outside, a large amount of gold treasures and some divine weapons were prepared, slowly turning into starlight and disappearing.

On the ground, fresh blood in a pit was also constantly dwindling. This blood wasn’t ordinary; it was human soldiers’ blood, and collecting so much was very troublesome.

Although it didn’t cost the soldiers their lives, excessive blood loss could still affect their combat power.

So in most cases, they wouldn’t use this before a war started.

As the sacrifices dwindled, two names appeared on the War Balance. One was Kapala Island, the other was Hillciss. Their enemy was Hillciss, not Worm Island or anything else.

But then, the faces of the people began to change, as the War Balance gradually started to move.

The side with Hillciss’s name began to weigh down faster than the opposition, sinking more and more.

The balance tilted, but not in the direction they had hoped for. This was a weighting of fate, where they could only see some illusory weights but had no idea what each of these weights meant, what they signified.

As time passed, Hillciss’s side became increasingly heavier, sinking further and further.

"We’re in trouble; it seems the enemy’s strength isn’t as simple as we imagined."

"Even the War Balance is not absolute; it’s just a comparison of hard power and trends. War isn’t just about comparing the strength of troops; we still have an advantage."

"That’s right, as long as we can hold them off for a while, we are sure to win."

Despite saying this, everyone’s mood did not lighten. The War Balance had shown that the enemy had a greater advantage.