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At the edge of the battlefield, Rேசஸ், the president of the Skull Society, Promisius, the Lich Great Lord, and Agatha, the Dragonborn daughter who had just been promoted to the 5th rank, were standing on a high ground, quietly observing the battlefield between the two countries.

A large number of corpses were left on the land, left to be pecked at by vultures and maggots.

This time, neither country sent soldiers to clean up the battlefield. This was an unusual tacit understanding. The armies of both sides seemed to know very well that at this time, there could be no distractions.

At least until Belga Fortress was breached, no one would come out to clean up the battlefield.

Reses looked at the corpses on the ground with satisfaction and said happily:

"There are so many corpses, and they are all corpses of professionals. Promisius, how much more do you think we need before we can summon our Lord?"

Promisius did not answer immediately, but released his magic perception. After a long time, he slowly said:

"It's still early. Most of these corpses are the work of guerrillas. This can only be regarded as a small-scale battle. The real group army has not yet taken action.

So, these corpses look like a lot, but in reality, they have not even reached 10,000."

"Even if it hasn't reached 10,000, it can still have such an amazing amount of death energy. The death energy of professionals is really too different compared to ordinary people.

Summoning our Lord requires 100,000 bone eaters, which means that they must launch several group army battles at least to gather so many corpses! This is really something to look forward to!"

Reses laughed sharply, while Promisius was expressionless.

"Our Lord's resurrection has begun and is unstoppable. Now we only need to collect enough corpses.

Also, what do you think of Grandok's fusion magic?"

Hearing this, Reses's face finally darkened, and the previous feeling of pleasure completely disappeared, because Grandok's fusion magic was indeed too powerful.

Not only for Tyrrell, but even for them, one person would not be able to deal with such a magical attack.

"Agatha, what do you think of Grandok's magic fusion attack? Just say whatever you want."

Agatha looked towards the direction of Grandok's group army. The large square formation of mages was gathering there. They had seen mage groups of this size before, but they were only used for concentrated fire attacks.

Although concentrated fire and fusion sound similar, the actual effects are worlds apart.

The magic fusion of 3,000 mages has surpassed the magic attack of a super-tier master. Even many mages' ultimate moves cannot achieve such an attack effect.

And they can release such an attack once every two days, which is a very outrageous thing for any master.

"Not only is the power huge, but the release conditions have also been reduced. Only a large number of mages are needed to support the frequency of this fusion magic attack, which also greatly reduces the role of super-tiers.

In other words, Grandok will only need to cultivate a large number of ordinary mages in the future to have the capital to deal with super-tiers.

The strategic position of ordinary professionals will continue to increase, especially mages. Under certain circumstances, the status of mages will be completely separated from warriors."

Since when, Agatha had gradually become able to consider issues from a strategic perspective.

Because Klein had once told her that her goal was not just to become a super-tier. She had the capital and the talent.

Such conditions could completely make her the new master of the Skull Society. She needed to consider for the Skull Society and for the future of the Skull Society.

Therefore, she needed to change her thinking. When considering things and problems, she had to start from the strategic perspective of the Skull Society.

Whether it was President Reses or her teacher Promisius, at this moment, they had become obstacles on Agatha's path.

Reses and Promisius looked at each other. Agatha's growth was obvious to all. They had indeed regarded Agatha as the future heir of the Skull Society in the past.

But now, everything was not so certain, because the previous Black King, Raman, the ancient president of the Skull Society, once resurrected, then the right to speak of the Skull Society would definitely fall on Raman.

Once Raman is resurrected, then Agatha's status will naturally decline rapidly, and she will even no longer have the hope of inheriting the Skull Society.

"That's right, Agatha is becoming more and more mature."

Reses praised Agatha, but Agatha just smiled and said nothing.

She had already known what Reses and Promisius were thinking, but it didn't matter. Just like what she had thought before, can a king-level really change everything?

Impossible. King-levels may be very powerful, but what really determines the battle is not the king-level, but something else.

What exactly is Tyrrell's trump card? Agatha didn't know, but she was very sure that if Tyrrell didn't have a trump card, Grandok wouldn't have been so patient for so long.

Agatha shifted her gaze to Belga Fortress and thought to herself:

"What is Klein doing now? Should I tell him the news that the previous Black King Raman is about to be resurrected?"

Agatha was very hesitant. She personally hoped that Klein would know about this, but if she considered the interests of the Skull Society, then this matter should not be told to Klein.

The more people who die, the better. This was also true for Agatha.

She also needed corpses to create excellent zombies. It would be even better if she had the corpses of super-tier powerhouses.

Whether to satisfy personal wishes or consider the collective interests of the Skull Society, Agatha thought for a while.

Before long, she smiled. Why hesitate? Klein is her true heart.

Agatha took out a magic communication device, which was exactly the kind developed by Jesse.

"I hope you will be okay. This time, I can only help you here."