Chapter 763


    Round them up?


    What a strange choice of words.


    In Florence, the phrase was usually used for livestock.


    “Sure thing!”


    Noir grinned and produced an extremely long rope to tie the leaders together, then followed Andrius.


    At this point, the Allied Forces‘ headquarters waspletely empty.


    Not long after, the officers, who had not gained any advantage on the battlefield, returned to


    headquarters, ready to inquire about the next course of action from the leaders and how to proceed.


    However, when they entered, they found that their headquarters had been infiltrated at some point!


    “This is…”


    “Oh no!”


    “All 30–over leaders were all captured…”


    “We can’t continue fighting anymore!”


    “It’s over…”


    The officers looked at each other in dismay when they viewed the surveince footage.


    With the leaders of the Western Nations apprehended, there was no more suspense left in the


    uing battles.


    The Allied Forces were inplete disarray. Millions of troops were routed by the formidable


    Lycantroops, leaving them unsure how to retaliate.


    A few dozen Lycantroops chased hundreds of Allied Forces, shouting, “You bastards not only refused


    to surrender but also dared to fight back!”


    Hundreds of Lycantroops surrounded thousands of Allied Forces, calling out, “You’re surrounded. Lay


    down your weapons and surrender, or we’ll shoot!”


    One after another, miraculous scenes unfolded on the battlefield.


    In just a few short hours, countless Allied Forces were annihted by the Lycantroops.


    It was to the point that whether in small groups orrger ones, whenever the Allied Forces heard the


    slightest movement, they thought the Lycantroops were attacking and scrambled to flee.


    Some soldiers who were pissing when they heard the Lycantroops wereing quickly hid their tools


    inside their pants and ran while urinating.


    Some gathered in groups to avoid being picked off by the Lycantroops and ended up trampling each


    other in a panic when they heard the Lycantroops were approaching.


    Some saw figures and opened fire wildly after mistaking them for enemies, resulting in friendly fire.


    They feared their own shadows and overreacted to every sound.


    Half a dayter, all the lost territory had been reimed.


    The mighty Western Nations Allied Forces army of five million, with its imposing momentum, was


    reduced to nothing more than a pile of flesh on the battlefield and prisoners in the camps.


    asionally there were a few lucky enough to escape the Western border.


    However, their numbers were inconsequential.


    The Second War God was stationed 50 kilometers outside of Yatburg.


    He estimated that the Allied Forces and the Lycantroops must be fairly evenly matched now and


    immediately ordered, “All troops, listen up!


    “We’ll march into the Western territories, vanquish the enemies, reim the lostnd, and establish our


    achievements.”


    With the Second War God’smand, the army set out.


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    A few hundred meterster, a scout rushed to the front of the Second War God’s tank and eximed,


    “Sir, there’s someone blocking the way ahead. He also said that if we take one step further, the


    consequences will be orrus.”


    What was that?


    A hint of coldness shed in the Second War God’s face, and he immediately followed the scout to the


    front lines.


    A figure stood facing away from him, looking vaguely familiar.


    The Second War God frowned and was just about to ask.


    However, the other party spoke first.


    “Gentlemen, it’s been a while.”


    The figure turned slowly. He was none other than the Wolf King, Andrius Moonshade.