Another World: When a Necromancer Possesses the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls

Numerous orders were issued from the administrative core of the Axis Empire, mobilizing and assembling various main forces scattered throughout the empire.

Even the troops that had already invaded the Protoss Empire began to withdraw, as the region had entered a defensive posture after Li Xingyao annihilated Marshal Manstein's forces.

Messengers traveled between the various legion bases of the empire, delivering orders from the Supreme Command one by one.

The legions stationed in the north of the empire, the legions stationed in the south, and the elite troops stationed in the territories of vassal races all received the same order at the same time—

Abandoning their current base, the Empire is gathering in the core area via teleportation networks, preparing for a final battle against Li Xingyao's undead legion.

The Axis Empire's teleportation network, which had been operating for countless years, was pushed to its full power limit, with tens of thousands of spatial channels connecting the entire empire lighting up simultaneously.

A blinding white light tore through the dim night sky, like the last embers burning in the heart of the empire.

Urged on by their officers, squads of soldiers quickly passed through the teleportation array, heavy war equipment was loaded onto transport vehicles, and the accompanying technical personnel were settled in the rear camp.

The entire empire was like a disturbed beehive, with everyone rushing in the same direction like worker bees.

In the north of the empire, the 23rd Legion, stationed on the ice plains, is urgently assembling.

Large numbers of soldiers poured out of their respective garrisons, lined up in neat rows under the command of their officers, and then marched toward the nearest teleportation array.

Their faces bore complex expressions—fear of the impending battle and worry for the fate of the empire. Meanwhile, in the south of the empire, the 37th Legion, stationed in the jungle, was rapidly evacuating via teleportation arrays.

The soldiers flew over the jungle for a day before reaching the nearest teleportation node.

They still bore the marks of their previous jungle battles, but before they could rest, they were sent into the teleportation channel.

Meanwhile, standing legions were also operating in the territories of the Empire's various dependent races.

Although the loyalty of soldiers from subordinate races to the Axis Empire varied, they had no choice but to obey orders under the strict command of the Empire's Supreme Command.

Meanwhile, after breaking through the border defenses of the Axis Empire, Li Xingyao did not clear the area around the defenses and prepare to occupy the outer territories as he had done in the Protoss Empire. Instead, he flew directly towards the core defenses.

The undead legion swiftly cleared away any obstacles along the way, and the team's progress was completely unimpeded.

Most of the fortresses and cities they passed through were already deserted. Occasionally, they would encounter a few that had not been evacuated in time, and the undead squad would quickly surround and clear them out.

Li Xingyao didn't even linger in these places. He led the undead legion like a relentless, gray-white torrent, heading straight for the core defense line of the Axis Empire.

Li Xingyao arrived when the Axis Empire had only completed 30% of its troop mobilization plan!

The commander of the Axis Empire's core defense line stood at the highest point of the command center, gazing into the distance through the thickened energy glass window.

The screen in front of him displayed the mobilization progress of various parts of the empire. Of the legions that had come from all over the country, only the few closest to the core area had arrived, while the rest were still queuing in the teleportation channel.

But Li Xingyao's undead army had already appeared at the edge of the horizon.

The commander here is one of the three marshals of the Axis Empire, and also a genius of the Manstein family.

As Herman's grandson, he wanted nothing more than to kill Li Xingyao on the spot when he saw him, but he was bound by the empire's orders and could only hold his ground and buy time for the subsequent troop movements.

The young Marshal Manstein's name is Fritz Manstein. He is only a little over 240 years old, but he has already stepped into the threshold of the ninth level of the Saint rank.

As the most outstanding genius of the Manstein family in this generation, he grew up in the shadow of his grandfather Hermann's fame and glory.

The stories of his grandfather's invincible exploits on the battlefield were the stories he heard most often before bedtime as a child. He admired his grandfather and always aimed to surpass him.

In his study, there is still a painting hanging on the wall depicting his grandfather commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield when he was young.

In the painting, Hermann Manstein rides a tall star beast, his broad hands gripping a battle blade engraved with his family crest, his resolute gaze sweeping across the wilderness, fixed firmly on the distant horizon.

Fritz grew up looking at that painting, and he had imagined countless times that one day he could stand on the front line of the battlefield like his grandfather, commanding the imperial army to crush all enemies.

At this moment, the man who killed his grandfather was right in front of him.

Fritz stood in the command tower, his hands pressed tightly against the edge of the war sand table, his fingernails scratching fine marks on the metal surface.

His gaze pierced through the light screen of the observation panel, traversing thousands of kilometers, and firmly locked onto the young figure hovering in front of the undead legion.

That human who looked much younger than him, that necromancer who single-handedly destroyed most of the Axis Empire's military strength.

He desperately wanted to rush out of the command tower right now, mobilize all the divine artifacts, and kill that person on the spot. But he couldn't.

The Axis Empire's Supreme Command has issued a clear order, and as the highest commander of the defense line, he must obey it.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the murderous intent surging within him.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had returned to calm.

The Axis Empire has made up its mind to eliminate Li Xingyao here—this human destined to become a Star God.

Kill them here! Elite troops drawn from all over the empire are entering the defense zone one after another, and the troop density of the defense line is increasing every moment.

Fritz knew that if he had just two more days, all of the Empire's mobile forces would be able to assemble.

By then, he will possess a vast power of over five million professionals, four thousand five hundred Saint-level warriors, and more than one hundred and eighty divine artifacts.

He believed that no matter how strong Li Xingyao's undead army was, it would be impossible for them to achieve a quick victory against such a defensive force.

All of this was the idea of ​​that young Manstein. The truth is that when the undead legions, each carrying their own domain and accompanied by the tide of laws, swept over the defensive line like an overwhelming force, the Axis Empire's first attack began!

The two sides bombarded each other within a few thousand kilometers of the defensive line area. One side of the defensive line relied on its fortifications to withstand the attack, while the undead relied on their agility and resurrection ability to wear down their opponents.

Fritz concentrated the divine artifacts on the defensive line in the central position. At the same time, those artifacts released various colored light of law, which intertwined in the sky to form a huge energy network covering the entire defensive line.