After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

But this is not the way to go.

Sooner or later, everyone around Aize will enter the next stage. If she continues to position herself as a pet or even a thing, the scene will be too pitiful.

We must think of a way.

After struggling for a while, the little girl gritted her teeth and her tone became extremely serious:

"elder sister."

"Ah? Yes, I'm here?"

"Next time you meet big brother, please make at least ten physical contacts! This is a mission, a requirement, understand!?"

"Uh, physical contact?"

"Right! Not just a touch, but close contact that lasts for at least thirty seconds! Hugging, hugging, or anything else like that is fine!"

Given the nature of this multi-purpose, changeable piece of wood, it was basically impossible to expect her to take the initiative and consciously promote anything.

It would be better to make good use of her quite good foundation and start with Aize.

After all, men, no one dislikes the intimate actions initiated by cute girls. Temptation and hints, if the other party is interested, they will naturally take the initiative to stick to you, and then everything will follow naturally. - A half-blood succubus sister who once worked in some special occasions and later drifted into existence once said this when bragging to her sisters.

Anna, who happened to pass by, happened to hear it.

As for whether the "man" mentioned in this sentence has any special meaning and whether it includes Aize, that is not a question that a little girl can consider.

Anna smiled evilly and added:

"If I can't do that, I'll... um, yes, run away from home!"

"well?"

"Not only did he run away from home, he also got a tattoo! And he even went to mess with the old men and women in the shopping street!"

Anna, who has been a good person all her life, could only imagine this to be the worst case scenario.

But it was enough to keep Alicia captivated.

The pink-haired girl waved her hands repeatedly:

"No, that won't work, that won't work... But having said that, I don't know when Aize will come. Even if I want to contact him, I can't..."

"Miss Alicia!"

Before he could finish his words, a third person's voice suddenly interrupted him.

The two sisters turned their heads together and saw a small group of fully armed soldiers in black armor walking towards them from the other end of the street.

The leader was a hooded man.

Constantine, one of Aize's two core lieutenants, was responsible for staying in Tafia to carry out defense and train new recruits during his absence.

Alicia stood up quickly:

"Mr. Constantine, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

The gray-haired former mercenary nodded:

"Yes, we just received intelligence that Lord Aize is surrounded in an isolated city. The Empire is taking action but lacks manpower, so they need our help. Are you willing to come with us?"

Alicia has a combat capability on the same level as a hero or a demon leader, plus her ability to transform and infiltrate, so with her assistance we can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

But the problem is that she is not included in the newly formed knight order.

Therefore, Constantine had no right to command her and could only ask her for help.

Alicia naturally did not hesitate about this:

"You mean, Aize is in danger? Of course I'm willing to go with you! Where exactly is he? I can transform into a dragon and fly over right now!"

"This is the information we just received. Take a look."

Constantine didn't waste any time and handed her the paper sent by the intelligence network that recorded the entire incident.

Alicia had just taken it when she heard her sister's laughter from behind.

Then he turned his head:

"Anna, what's wrong?"

"No, I was just wondering how this could be such a coincidence, haha..."

The black-haired mixed-race girl smiled, then her eyes widened:

"Remember what I just said, sister~"

Chapter 122 Unbreakable

As products of some forbidden magic, the members of the Immortal Dynasty and their soulless servants are not harmed by the sun like nocturnal species such as vampires and werewolves.

But being exposed to the daylight will still make the remnants of Augris, who have lived for hundreds of years, feel more clearly the decay of their bodies and the numbness of their senses.

What followed was an intense feeling of emptiness, uncontrolled self-loathing, and the resulting anger towards the past, the living—primarily towards humanity and the Empire.

Therefore, in most cases, they will stay in tomb-like crypts like real corpses, driving their servants to complete various tasks.

Even now, on the front lines, it's the same.

In the Undead Camp not far from Lilbas, there is a temporary underground palace excavated and built for the former Ogris nobles who came to the front line to live in.

At its center is a room furnished with stone tables and chairs, used as a meeting room.

As a powerful nation, Augris once achieved the pinnacle of artistic achievement. Its exquisite architecture and sculptures would eclipse any modern creation or artist.

Now, all that remains is desolation, decay, resentment, and the omnipresent smell of death.

A decaying body and consciousness cannot carry inspiration and aesthetics.

The glorious art of the past, along with its once powerful country and rulers, has been lost to history.

Like countless other undead facilities, including this conference room, this one is simple, single, plain, dim, smelly, lifeless, and suffocating.

And now, at this moment, the suffocating atmosphere is even worse than before.

"Everyone, why are you all silent? Your vocal cords haven't deteriorated to the point where you can't speak at all in the past few days, have they?"

Frederick Ciceturius, once the last dictator of Augris, now the supreme leader of the Immortal Dynasty and one of the thirteen leaders of the demon race, was sitting on his large stone throne, looking at the others in the room.

A large mask made of gold, like a funeral item, completely concealed his face.

But the astonishing oppression and anger contained in his calm tone still clearly permeated this underground space.

The rest of the dynasty members were silenced and no one dared to speak back.

Keeping silent or playing dead will not dispel this emotion, but will only make it worse.

Frederick raised his head slightly, and his mask rubbed against the seat, making a sharp and strange sound.

"I don't blame you for not succeeding in killing Prince Adrian. After all, that was all part of the plan. I don't blame you for Lilbas being captured by the Brave Aize. That was because the opponent was too cunning and the orcs were too useless. But what happened after that? What did some of you here promise me before?"

The “certain people” who were almost named trembled at these words.

This plan had been in the works for nearly three years. After the last war, over a hundred thousand undead were transformed and immediately went into hiding.

It would be better for such a powerful force to remain idle and inactive for such a long time than to transform Lilbas and its surrounding areas into a killing field for the Empire.

Afterwards, Frederick spent unimaginable effort to finally convince the Demon King, thereby mobilizing all tribes and making all preparations for the action.

Considering the reputation of the undead as despised dogs within the demon clan, this is not an easy matter.

Everything is for revenge.

As expected, once the plan was launched, the main force of the imperial army would be completely defeated, and the entire country and all human territory would be taken into their hands in one go.

However, after waiting for hundreds of years and planning for three years, they hit a wall on the first night of the operation.

Lilbas, or rather, Lilbas controlled by the brave Aize, blocked the way firmly.

So far, the whole thing seems to be under control.

A dilapidated city, coupled with a group of imperial remnants who hastily fled into it, is vulnerable no matter how you look at it. How can they lose when faced with the undead army?

Therefore, several dynasty members in charge of frontline command expressed their views confidently:

"This is just a minor problem encountered in the great revenge of Augris. In just one day, our army can completely overwhelm the city and continue the march as planned!"

Then, he commanded his army to attack.

He wanted to completely crush this city, along with the legendary brave Aize who made countless demons tremble in fear.

result--

"How long has the plan been in motion? If I remember correctly, it should be seven days, right?"

Frederick tapped his knuckles lightly on the armrest of the chair:

"Seven days, six attacks, nearly a hundred thousand zombies and puppets lost, and thirty-eight corpse mountains destroyed. The Sorcerer Corps and the Soul Knights also suffered 38% and % casualties, respectively, yet they were never able to break into the city. Is that correct? Sir Brutus, do you have anything to say about this?"

The Eternal Dynasty member who was named shuddered violently, slowly stood up, and answered cautiously in a hoarse voice and an extremely humble tone:

"Regarding this, Sir Frederick, it's not that we're incompetent, it's...that the brave Aize is too cunning! There's nothing we can do!"

Brewster, a former general of the Republic of Augris, has been the highest-ranking general of the Eternal Dynasty Army since the fall of Augris.

Hundreds of years of experience fighting various enemies is theoretically enough for it to deal with any opponent in the world.

But Aize seems to be the exception.

Use the numerical advantage of the undead to launch an all-out attack to overwhelm the opponent?

However, they were targeted by the opponent's perfect mobile deployment and those strange creations, which disrupted the entire line.

Send out elite troops such as the Ghost Knights to focus on attacking key points such as city gates?

He could always predict the direction of attack, and what awaited these elite undead was overwhelming magic bombardment and the unbreakable shield wall of the Imperial Guards.

The over-concentration of their forces exposed weaknesses and led to two counterattacks. Not only did the important Necromancer Regiment suffer heavy casualties, but even a member of the Immortal Dynasty was killed in the chaos.

Mountains of corpses are even more useless.

The Imperials had gotten a new and bizarre suicide weapon from nowhere, and two or three shots could turn a mountain of corpses into pieces.

The heavy siege units that the Undead were proud of turned into a vulnerable joke.

Beyond these battlefield details, what made the Undead generals, including Brewster, despair even more was that the trend was even getting worse.

Relying on the ambush at the beginning, the undead army formed a two-sided pincer attack on Lilbas.

The undead army inside Lilbas was blocked from the main force and could not get support. It also suffered heavy losses in the days of siege battles.

At this moment, behind them appeared an army led by the famous Marquis of Karside, ready to attack at any time.

This forced them to abandon the siege and focus on defense to prevent the Imperial attack from helping Lierbas to break the siege.

This loses at least half of the advantages of siege warfare.

The situation for Lilbas itself is not optimistic either.

The Royal Guards gradually declined due to fatigue, injuries and deaths in the days of fighting, but the large number of militia mobilized in the city filled this gap.

These humans, who had no combat experience and had been slaves or pariahs not long ago, displayed completely irrational morale, extreme fanaticism and anger.

Faced with the undead that would make ordinary people piss and piss their pants at the mere sight of them, these people shouted Aize's name and slogans of revenge, and fought with extraordinary determination in cooperation with the guards.

Although their combat effectiveness was worrying due to the hasty and minimal training, under Aze's perfect deployment, they would only be assigned to deal with basic units such as zombies, so the losses were not that great.

With sufficient manpower, the pressure on defense is decreasing, and with the assistance of more and more strange creations, the brave Aize even started a shift system.

Divide the combat force into several groups and take turns fighting or resting to deal with the undead's never-tiring nature.

As a result, the undead army, which had hundreds of years of combat experience and absolute advantages in manpower and combat power, was beaten to a pulp and had no way out.

This small city really strangled the torrent of the dead at the edge of the central mountain range.

"Sir Frederick, with all due respect, there's something fishy about that Hero Aize! In the past few hundred years, I haven't seen such an outrageous fellow. To do this... uh—"

A black ball of light condensed in Frederick's hand almost in an instant, and with a wave of his hand, it was thrown towards Brewster who was still speaking.

The general, who was over 500 years old, fell backward with a muffled sound and fell on his seat, meeting his long-overdue death.

Everyone was frightened.

"Brewster has been executed for undermining the morale of the army. Thank you for your contribution to Augris over the past few hundred years."

Frederick broke the silence and stood up, adjusting his heavy mask with his hand: