I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

"How could this happen!"

When Morton saw the Shadow Legion and the Blood Legion clash and slaughter the charging soldiers like executioners, his expression changed drastically.

"Peak seventh tier! Peak seventh tier! Eighth tier...peak! All of them are high-tier!"

Morton stared in horror at the swirling black mist that blocked the Blood Legion and Warrenger, then looked down at the divine messenger below.

The divine messenger hidden among the crowd clearly had not anticipated this situation.

I thought there were only two people, but suddenly there were as many as two thousand high-level enemies!

How could a divine blood army, whose members are generally only of low rank, possibly be a match for the enemy?

"Attack the fog of war!"

Unable to ascertain Anno's information, the divine messenger initially thought the problem lay with the mist.

Upon hearing this, Morton immediately issued the order.

Immediately, a magical artillery unit bombarded the mist.

At the same time, Morton led all the high-ranking soldiers directly to the front line.

If he doesn't take action soon, those two thousand high-level demons will shatter the soldiers' morale!

Morton is also a warrior, and his combat strength is mainly reflected in his melee abilities.

As he landed from the air at the location of the front-line battle, he directly pierced through the shadow of a seventh-tier summoned creature that couldn't dodge in time with his greatsword.

Before the shadow could use [King's Power] to self-destruct, Morton swiftly swung his greatsword and tore the shadow apart.

"There was definitely something wrong!"

Seeing the shadow of the murdered figure turn into several wisps of shadow and disappear before his eyes, Morton once again turned his gaze to the mist ahead.

However, Morton dared not rush in without having gathered intelligence.

After all, Anno's methods were completely beyond his expectations.

If entering the fog turns out to be a trap, he might not be able to get out.

"No wonder he dared to stand in front of an army of two hundred thousand!"

The divine messenger, secretly observing from the rear, was also pondering a way to break the deadlock.

More than two thousand high-level enemies launched a fearless attack on the Divine Blood Legion.

If there is no way to restrain them, the Divine Blood Legion will definitely be wiped out.

"Morton's men don't look like they can hold out much longer. Looks like I have to take action!"

As soon as the divine messenger sent a signal spell into the air, a group of professionals dressed similarly to the divine messenger immediately gathered around him.

There are only forty people in total, but fifteen of them have magic power fluctuations at the eighth level!

Morton had about a hundred high-ranking men around him.

Even with the forty-odd people accompanying the divine messenger, they were still at a great disadvantage compared to the two thousand shadow troops.

However, both Morton and the Divine Envoy are ninth-tier powerhouses!

Moreover, he is a ninth-tier expert who has mastered more than one skill.

After they made their move, they also carried out a one-sided massacre of the seventh-tier summoned shadows.

The summoned shadow, only at the seventh tier, couldn't keep up with the two of them at all.

Only a few top-tier eighth-order summons, such as Buck, the Lich, and the Alien Queen, with extremely strong melee abilities, can exchange a few blows with Morton and the Divine Messenger.

The aftershocks of the high-level battle between the two sides directly blasted the nearby Divine Blood soldiers into pieces!

One side consists of two thousand high-level demons, while the other side is led by two ninth-level demons and two hundred high-level demons.

The shockwaves from the battle were terrifying even to the soldiers in the distant city of Volenger, let alone the Blood God soldiers on the battlefield.

Those who got too close suffered the same fate as before, their bodies instantly shattering.

Even if the soldiers fighting the shadow used all their skills, they would suffer very few injuries against the shadow, which was at least at the peak of the seventh rank.

It has the shadow of defensive skills. Once the defensive skills are activated, the low-level divine blood soldiers around it will not be able to take any damage.

Faced with this scene, the lower-ranking soldiers completely lost their will to fight, their faces filled with fear, and they retreated frantically.

These soldiers were originally helping the high-ranking members of the Divine Bloodline to restrain many Shadows—Shadows also need time to raise their hands to kill.

As soon as these soldiers retreated, the pressure immediately fell on Morton and the messenger.

"Anyone who dares to retreat! Supervisory team, execute them!"

Morton's slightly raspy voice rang out above the Blood Legion.

The retreating soldiers were immediately and mercilessly slaughtered by a platoon of well-equipped knights!

Going forward means death, going backward means death too!

He thought that retreating would result in execution and also implicate his family in punishment.

These low-ranking Divine Blood soldiers, tears of fear streaming from their eyes, gripped their weapons with trembling hands and roared angrily to bolster their courage.

Pfft!

A peak-level eighth-tier earth-type mutant dragon scorpion clamped down on dozens of people with its pincers.

With a little force, all the soldiers who were trapped were broken in two.

Some people died on the spot, while others crawled on the ground with their intestines hanging out.

Whoosh!

The birdman Uula spread his wings and swooped down from the sky, then leveled his body and swept through a group of soldiers.

It's like a balloon seller accidentally letting loose the string holding the balloons together.

Countless heads were sliced ​​open by wings and flown into the air!

As the lich finished chanting his spell while floating in the air, a large amount of ghostly blue flames scattered from the magic circle in front of him.

Once a soldier was caught in the flames, his entire body burst into flames, and within seconds his flesh and blood were burned away, leaving only a skeleton.

After a while, the soul fire shone in the skeleton's pupils.

Before he could even rush toward the people next to him, he was blasted apart by the aftershocks of the battle between the two high-level fighters!

On high-level battlefields with thousands of soldiers, the lives of ordinary soldiers are as worthless as grass.

Dozens or even hundreds of people, gone in the time it takes to cut grass!