Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!

The scorched earth is the true sea.

The Sons of Hein are still frantically besieging the legion commander.

They howled miserably, heartbroken, and crazily longed for a ray of light to rekindle the extinguished embers in their breast rings.

"This group of inexhaustible beasts!!!"

Under the scarlet armor, there was a terrifying roar like a demon.

The legion commander vigorously waved his lightsaber, and the god-level magic he had learned from the Queen of the Netherland turned into simple scarlet sword lights that roared endlessly on the scorched earth, impacting everywhere, tearing the earth apart, annihilating the air, and rolling up monstrous hurricanes.

The helpless followers of the Blood God were making futile resistance.