Infinite Survival: The winner takes all!

Located in the northeast of the five major clan territories, about two hundred kilometers away, there was once a beautiful valley full of lush greenery and vitality.

However, ever since the Dark Temple's central military base took root here, this former paradise has turned into a hellish wasteland.

Today, there is rampant pollution, toxic gases and corruption everywhere.

All the flowers, plants and trees have withered, the land has been charred black, and the clear streams have turned into thick, smelly gray-black liquid. The whole scene is horrifying.

However, you are not a fish, so how can you know the joy of a fish?

If we look at it from another angle, this might be the sacred paradise in the minds of the followers of the evil god Yule.

In the temporarily built meeting hall, Commander-in-Chief Kings, who was sitting in the main seat, listened to the war reports from his subordinates.

Scarlet flames suddenly surged and beat violently in its empty eyes. The uncontrollable anger surged out like a raging tide and could no longer be concealed.

"You mean, the five major clans not only did not shrink their territories, but they are expanding outward?" Kings' hoarse voice hit the alien messenger kneeling on the ground like a sledgehammer.

The poor messenger tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart and replied in a trembling voice: "Commander-in-chief, at present... at present, the information we have obtained is indeed like this."

The six senior commanders sitting on both sides were all silent upon seeing this.

It is obvious that the commander-in-chief's battle plan has failed.

Although the all-out offensive dealt a certain blow to the five major clans, their own troops were also reduced by nearly 600,000.

More importantly, the five major clans did not shrink their territories as expected, but were actually expanding, which meant that their development momentum was not effectively curbed.

This is absolutely intolerable and unacceptable to Commander-in-Chief Kings.

After dismissing the messenger, Kings' eyes flickered with flames as he slowly scanned the six senior commanders sitting in front of him, "I summoned you here, not to keep you mute!"

"Now, I need you to express your opinions and talk about how to reverse the current unfavorable situation."

The six senior commanders standing on both sides exchanged glances, and a bitter feeling welled up in their hearts.

The strength of the front-line legions is indeed much inferior to that of the temple legions of the five major clans. What good strategies can they come up with?

Although General Kings' battle plan failed, it does not mean that the plan itself was wrong.

After all, if they concentrated their forces to rashly launch a large-scale invasion, it would likely provide the envoys of the Five Gods with an opportunity to capture them all in one swoop.

The reason why they failed to curb the expansion of the five major clans was ultimately due to their own lack of strength.

Hebilun felt the aura around the commander-in-chief Kings getting increasingly gloomy. He could only muster up his courage and spoke up, "Lord Kings, in my opinion, your battle plan itself has no flaws."

“The reason why… the expected effect was not achieved is mainly due to two aspects.”

"First, the Five Gods' indifference to the lives of their people is beyond imagination. We have caused heavy casualties to the people in their territory, but they turned a blind eye and were indifferent, only thinking about expansion."

"Secondly, the support from the Temple is clearly insufficient. The population of the five major clans is rapidly expanding, and their strength is growing day by day. However, we are fighting bloody battles on the front lines, losing a large number of troops, but have not received effective reinforcements."

"Under this situation of one side gaining while the other loses, the situation gradually deteriorated..."

With Hebilun taking the lead, several other senior commanders also expressed their views one after another.

Of course, their opinions are basically the same as what Hebilun said, without much difference.

"So, your so-called strategy is to beg for help from the Temple? Kielen, is that what you mean too?" Kings' words clearly revealed his displeasure and anger.

Jiren's heart tightened, and he responded with a trembling voice: "Commander-in-chief, I believe that our current battle plan must not be abandoned halfway. We must continue to exert pressure and make the five major clans feel the threat to their survival at all times."

"However, it is indeed urgent to ask for help from the Temple. With our military strength stretched to the limit, we lack effective means to curb the rapid development momentum of the five major clans."

Upon hearing this, Kings snorted in dissatisfaction, "Why do you have to say this nonsense? The problem now is that the Temple can't spare any more troops. We have to figure out everything ourselves!"

The commander-in-chief's anger was so evident that it made the other senior commanders present feel a palpitation in their hearts.

On the surface, they pretended to be fearful and terrified, but deep down they actually did not care.

The development speed of the five major clans is indeed shocking. Even though the Temple Legion has severely suppressed them in the past year, their strength has more than doubled, and they seem to be unstoppable.

However, all the high-ranking officials of the Dark Temple knew that the five major clans had a fatal weakness.

That is, there is a clear upper limit to their power.

Even if the messengers of the Five Gods were willing to sacrifice their lives, the greatest power they could exert would only be comparable to that of the senior commanders of the Temple.

Compared to the four great commanders of the temple and the supreme temple master, their strength is at least one level lower.

More importantly, the Temple is currently trying its best to corrupt the original ancient gods, and has reached the final stage.

Once the Temple succeeds in completely corrupting the Ancient Gods, it will control a war machine with unparalleled combat power, and its strength will reach the ceiling of this plane.

By then, even if ten or a hundred of the five major clans joined forces to face the corrupted ancient gods, they would be nothing more than a group of slightly stronger ants and would not be a threat at all.

Therefore, these senior commanders found it difficult to understand why Commander Kings was so obsessed with destroying the five major clans instead of focusing his energy on completing the corruption of the ancient gods as quickly as possible.

There was dead silence in the meeting hall, and no one spoke.

Kings glanced at his men who were pretending to be deaf and dumb, the rage in his heart burning fiercely, but with nowhere to vent it.

When its sight shifted to an elephant-headed man, it suddenly remembered something else and asked in a deep voice: "Zakkun, have you got any results from the matter I asked you to contact Ragnarok?"

"Commander-in-chief, the messenger sent out half a month ago has not returned yet." Zhakun responded hurriedly in a low voice.

The scarlet flames in Kings' eyes suddenly leaped, and he ordered angrily, "Go there in person and urge them to send more troops to help us attack the five major clans. There is no time to lose, leave immediately!"

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!" The elephant-headed man Zakun accepted the order and turned around and quickly left the meeting hall.