As the carnage rapidly spread,
the soldiers garrisoned in that area soon began to rout.
With the rout turning into a landslide defeat, it became a one-sided slaughter.
As several steam towers over there were toppled by the War Undead,
Zorn also lost his Perception of that area.
The towering mist of a Spirit Realm covered a region of Otan Grelle's Steam Spirit Realm.
The War Legion of Saintisman pushed forward once more, devouring a slice of territory.
From within a high tower of the Steam Spirit Realm, he slowly withdrew his Spiritual Sense.
Zorn's eyes narrowed slightly.
'That guy is already Level 7, and his mastery over the power of war is growing more and more proficient.'
'The Lord of War is about to take form.'
'In other words...'
Zorn rubbed his palms together lightly.
'His War Spirit Realm, which he poured so many resources into building, is also nearly complete.'
......
After lunch, once Zorn had finished his ceremonial meeting with the many Lower Rankers,
