In the Name of Empress

Chapter 691 389: The Weak Can Only Keep Going All-In

The strength of the Divine Punishment Legion is beyond doubt.

Since the Third Era, they have won three out of four Wars of Divine Punishment, losing only slightly once. Even without the descent of the Goddess, they have a high probability of leveling the main plane with their might.

Fortunately, the Divine Punishment Legion is not a monolith internally.

According to the era of descent, the Divine Punishment Legion is roughly divided into several forces.

The Sixth Legion, which was defeated, suffered the greatest losses, its remaining forces are the weakest, placing it in a very awkward position within the Divine Punishment Legion.

They are even unwilling to live in Lisenburg and instead built a Moving Island to live in seclusion.

Although the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Legions won, only the Fifth Legion's victory was decisive. The other two legions suffered significant losses. Several eras have passed, and although the number of frontline warriors has somewhat recovered, it is challenging for the elite ranks to bounce back.

Currently, in the Divine Punishment Legion's camp, the Sixth Legion is isolated overseas, forming its own faction, and is estranged from other Divine Punishment descendants. The Third and Fourth Legions have allied against the Fifth Legion, all residing in Lisenburg.

"This is the general situation of the Divine Punishment Legion."

Milones introduced the basic situation of the legion to Roland, his tone somewhat helpless.

"The Day of Return limit is a law set by the universe to maintain the stable operation of the plane, supreme and inviolable. This also suppresses the strength of the powerful within the Divine Punishment Legion, currently on par with us."

"By the second Day of Return, the Tier 2 Demigod level powers within the Divine Punishment Legion will immediately regain their strength. If the Demon Emperor does not descend in time, we will be under immense pressure."

Roland stared intently at Milones, "Is it certain that the Demon Emperor cannot descend in time?"

Milones dared not meet Roland's eyes; he turned away, brewing for a long time, but could only let out a sigh.

Is that not obvious? If the Demon Emperor had any chance to descend on time, why would he negotiate with Roland to divide the territories originally belonging to the Dark Race?

The situation is stronger than people.

Milones's expression betrayed everything.

Seeing his discomfort, Roland did not press him but said softly, "Since we have a common enemy, there's a basis for cooperation. It will depend on your sincerity next."

"The Demon Emperor's followers include many races whose combat abilities are average but excel in other areas. These pieces of intelligence come from them." With no choice, Milones disclosed this information.

Roland understood that the special race Milones mentioned were the Enchanting Demons.

The fake Enchanting Demons seduce men by stripping naked, while the real ones strike directly at the softest part of the soul to achieve harmony from spirit to flesh.

Queen Sisi, alone, caused results in the Tirol Kingdom surpassing an entire army. Were it not for Sofia's straightforward way of canceling her influence, she would have opened a channel for the Demon Emperor's descent in the heart of the Rodinia Continent.

This is the real Enchanting Demon.

Seductive gestures are a must, but the key lies in touching the soul.

The Enchanting Demons dispatched to the Divine Punishment Legion would certainly not be lower in rank than Queen Sisi. The descendants of the Divine Punishment Legion do not have complex inner worlds; they have inevitable pursuits and cannot resist the temptation of Enchanting Demons.

With accurate intelligence, formulating targeted tactics becomes quite simple.

Milones spoke softly, "You should have a strategy ready, right?"

"Yes, how about we write our answers on slips of paper to see if we're on the same page?"

Roland thought of a certain anecdote and wanted to use this method to diffuse the previous tension between them.

The two casually wrote down a few words, unfolding them in mutual understanding.

"Establish a defense line while the Divine Punishment Legion is divided, and the Goddess has not descended!"

"Launch a surprise attack while the Divine Punishment Legion is divided, and the Goddess has not descended!"

Milones: "..."

Roland: "..."

Their answers could not be said to be very similar, at least not even remotely related.

Usually appearing adventurous, Milones suggested a pragmatic solution focused on steady victory. In contrast, Roland's proposal was as proactive as always.

Milones looked at Roland with a complicated gaze, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Afraid of his wild thoughts, Roland quickly continued, "If playing it safe worked, you wouldn't have come looking for me."

Milones could not refute and could only present difficulties, "The Divine Punishment Legion is very cautious and never stays in one place for long. Our intelligence personnel lose contact quickly after transmitting information. The locations of Lisenburg and Divine Punishment Island are unpredictable, making an assault impossible without a strong navy."

"Leave that to me." Roland smiled confidently.

Milones eyed Roland, weighing his words carefully, "Roland, though your country's navy is the pinnacle among human nations, its technical standards are not high enough to support large-scale oceanic operations. Though unpleasant, it's a fact."

"As I said, leave it to me," Roland impatiently cut Milones off.

Given Roland's assurance, Milones could only accept.

A fierce flame kindled in his eyes, and his hands clenched tightly.

If not for the dire situation, who would prefer conservatism?

As long as Roland could solve the crossing-the-sea-and-landing issue, he would definitely seek blood vengeance for the Dark Race's ancestors.

The Dark Race was not driven out of the Theia Main Plane until the end of the Fourth Era, their vendetta with the Three Goddesses and their lackey, the Divine Punishment Legion, is an eternal blood feud.

Efficient as always, Milones departed swiftly after agreeing on the general plan of action, heading back to the Dark Race base to assemble the troops.

Roland also busied himself, immediately summoning Rivers to announce the negotiation results.

"The Skyrim Province remains entirely intact. The boundary of your nation's influence with the Dark Race is the same latitude line as Rama Town. From there, a hundred kilometers northward is the Yehu reservation and a buffer zone between both parties."