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The Fourth Army Corps of Grand Duc has an array of over 3,000 mages, all of whom are at least Tier 2. And this is just the strength of the Fourth Army Corps.

Grand Duc currently has more than 6 similar army corps. Their strength is so formidable that they can directly attack the most fortified strongholds of Tyrrellera head-on.

Looking at the Belga Fortress in the distance, Raphael, the general of the Fourth Army Corps, smiled happily.

"It won't be long before we can break through that tortoise shell. How many years has that tortoise shell been here?

It has intercepted our offensives countless times and buried the bones of countless Grand Duc soldiers. This time, I will completely destroy it."

Raphael was exceptionally excited. The merits and honors of capturing Belga Fortress would be etched into his family's genealogy.

Moreover, he himself would be eternally praised within Grand Duc and even recorded in children's textbooks.

He had already begun to imagine the day when Grand Duc would unify the entire human world. What glory that would be!

Although his heart was surging, Raphael did not forget his duties. He turned to a soldier beside him and said,

"The closer we get to that moment, the more we must increase patrols and eliminate Tyrrellera's intelligence personnel as much as possible, as well as any possible decapitation strike teams.

We must nip all possible situations in the bud.

Also, ask the head of the mage corps how much longer it will take for the next attack."

"Yes!"

The soldier ran excitedly towards the mage corps. Before long, he returned to Raphael with the news.

"General Raphael, the mages say it will take approximately 1 day and 22 hours."

"Good, very good. Let the mages rest well. We are not in a hurry; the people of Tyrrellera are. In two more days, it will be the moment we break through Tyrrellera."

"Long live Grand Duc!"

"Long live Grand Duc!"

"Long live Grand Duc!"

The soldiers' morale was exceptionally high. They were all looking forward to the moment Belga was captured.

… …

Meanwhile, Roger, Klein, and their decapitation strike team were advancing from the direction of the Lucentine Lake on the left flank. Reaching the shore of Lucentine Lake, Klein turned to Roger and said,

"Lord Roger, I have a better way to infiltrate. May I have your ear?"

Roger looked at Klein with some curiosity, then glanced at Katie. He had communicated with Katie during this period, but most of the time, Katie deferred to Klein.

At first, Roger thought Katie was being perfunctory, but later, he gradually realized that Katie genuinely listened to Klein's advice, even to the point of following his orders.

"What kind of infiltration method? Tell me about it."

Klein looked at the calm Lucentine Lake and smiled. A gigantic six-legged crocodilian dragon suddenly emerged from the lake.

"Magical beast, crocodilian dragon, enemy attack!"

"If we can ensure safety, moving through the water is indeed much better than on land.

But your crocodilian dragon is huge, but it probably can't pull all of us at once, can it?"

Klein smiled again, a very amiable smile.

"Don't worry, Lord Roger. I didn't say I only have one magical beast. There are others. Please rest assured!"

Roger didn't know what expression to make. Klein had already given him too many surprises. Previously, he had confidently stated that this operation would have a high chance of success.

Originally, Roger didn't believe it, but this time, it might really be possible to retreat unscathed.

When accepting this mission, Roger had already prepared for certain death, but at this moment, things had taken a turn.

"Before, you said we could retreat unscathed. Were you serious?"

Roger asked somewhat uncertainly. He was about to do something that seemed crazy. If this action were spoken aloud at any other time, it would likely be ridiculed by others.

But now, Roger still had the idea to do so, which was to follow Klein's advice.

"Lord Roger, if you can heed my advice, then I think we still have a very high chance of surviving."

Roger looked at the other members of the Steel Brotherhood. They were all elites of the Steel Brotherhood. To be honest, this time, they didn't know how many of them would survive. If Klein could preserve their lives as much as possible, that would be great.

"Then, what about them?"

Klein had considered the suggestions Roger might make, but he didn't expect that what Roger ultimately asked was whether his subordinates could have a chance to live.

The Steel Brotherhood truly lived up to its name. Compared to the Skull Brotherhood, their unity and cohesion were far too strong.

Although he could lie to Roger here, Klein didn't intend to do so. It would be disrespectful to a great warrior.

"Although I would very much like to agree to you, Lord Roger, I am very sorry, but I have no way to bring them back. This mission is very arduous, as you should know.

Protecting you is already the most I can do."

Roger nodded somewhat blankly. When he turned to look at the members of the Steel Brotherhood again, Pence, the Tier 5 expert at the head, was already smiling and saying:

"Boss, don't hesitate. From the moment we swore to become warriors of the Brotherhood, we had already prepared to die.

As long as you are alive, the Steel Brotherhood will be better than before. No matter when or where, we will be together."

"Boss, please don't hesitate!"

The members of the Steel Brotherhood knelt down in unison. This was the highest salute of a warrior, usually only performed for the Empress.

This showed that they truly respected Roger very much and had even prepared to die for him.

"I understand!"

At this time, Roger no longer hesitated and turned to look at Klein.

"Mr. Klein, if you are confident, please speak your mind. Old Roger's life is in your hands!"

Klein nodded at the same time.

"I will do my best!"