"Hmm?! Your Majesty! They seem to be coming!"
Upon observing the spatial distortions around the temporal rift, the Commander excitedly exclaimed.
In the Commander's eyes, the invading alien races were no longer just alien races, but a dense mass of experience points, ready to be harvested for his own upgrade and enjoyment.
Who could understand the exquisite feeling of being promoted and honored while lying down? My brothers!
Lost in his pleasant thoughts, the Commander's eyes narrowed into slits.
*Buzz!*
At this moment, a loud buzzing sound suddenly emanated from the temporal rift outside the gate.
Accompanying this buzz was the now-open temporal rift.
"What race are the newcomers?"
Kannai Shrine Maiden quickly widened her eyes.
This was the question she cared about most at the moment.
The reason for her concern was that there were indeed differences between alien races.
At the same hierarchical level, the combat power of many alien races far surpassed others.
For an extreme example, if both the Dragon race and the Ephemeral race had an eighth-tier awakened being, who would you think had a better chance of winning?
The outcome was obvious.
Kannai Shrine Maiden, who was far less confident in the value of Nagasaki Fortress than the Commander, naturally hoped that the invading enemies would be as weak as possible.
Moreover, considering the matters she had just discussed with the white-haired elder, she was eagerly anticipating the opportunity to seize advantages from the chaos.
Her planned reconnaissance mission had been cut short by the alien invasion, so it was no wonder she was anxious.
"They're here, Your Majesty! It looks like they're green-skinned orcs!"
The Commander, with his sharp eyes, quickly spotted the vanguard of the landers emerging from the temporal rift.
"Green-skins? That's good then..."
"If they had brought some advanced races like angels or demons, it might have been a bit troublesome."
Kannai Shrine Maiden breathed a sigh of relief.
The green-skinned orcs were one of the largest races among the aliens. They had a wide reach, but their individual combat strength was average. They often lacked any sense of tactics, relying solely on brute force.
Their formation and discipline were even inferior to many beast tides led by Lord-level ferocious beasts, making them a relatively easy race to deal with.
Kannai Shrine Maiden was quite satisfied with this outcome.
However, unlike the relieved Kannai Shrine Maiden, the Commander's expression was not as pleasant.
He was extremely confident in the Nagasaki Fortress he guarded and wished the enemy would attack more fiercely to create greater opportunities for him.
Although defending against a stronger enemy would be more challenging, it was still better than Kannai Shrine Maiden completely relaxing.
Wouldn't that make his successful defense seem like a matter of course, and any less than perfect performance would lead to punishment?
That wouldn't do at all!
Hadn't a delicious morsel immediately turned into a pile of muddy sludge?
The Commander was utterly dejected.
But there was nothing he could do about the aliens.
This situation, entirely dependent on fate and the whims of the alien lords, was beyond his control.
Now, he could only hope that the green-skins wouldn't attack in such a straightforward manner. Perhaps they would do something unexpected, like enslaving a dragon to fight or hiring mercenaries with strong individual combat power.
And if there were Hero-level green-skin alien units charging to their deaths, that would be even better.
Otherwise, where would he find so much merit to claim?
"Hmm? Something's not right! There seems to be something else!"
Kannai Shrine Maiden exclaimed from the side.
The Commander, lost in his fantasies, didn't immediately grasp what was happening.
Upon hearing Kannai Shrine Maiden's exclamation, he snapped back to reality.
Once his focus returned, he immediately perked up. He didn't have time to ask Kannai Shrine Maiden anything and quickly stretched his neck to see.
As the commander of Nagasaki Fortress, the Commander naturally possessed considerable strength.
He had recently advanced to the tenth tier.
While there was still a significant gap compared to veteran tenth-tier powerhouses, he was undoubtedly a formidable figure compared to the vast majority of ordinary people.
Therefore, with his acute senses, he observed more subtle details.
Within the swirling temporal rifts, in addition to the first wave of green-skinned troops, more entities were continuously emerging.
These dark, nondescript figures were clearly not of the same kind as the green-skins. They had formed a distinct battle line nearby.
"Is this... the Blood Clan?!"
The Commander also exclaimed in surprise.
"This alien invasion involves two races?!"
His voice was now filled with uncertain doubt.
After all, this was an utterly abnormal occurrence, making him question his own eyes.
While it wasn't entirely unheard of for aliens to launch attacks together, it was usually among smaller branches of the same major race.
For example, the Night Elves and Forest Elves, both of the Elf race, or Fire Elementals and Frost Elementals, both of the Elemental race.
This kind of large-scale, cross-racial warfare was truly unprecedented.
In such a scenario, command would be difficult to assign, easily leading to mutual dissatisfaction.
Secondly, coordination would be impossible. "We are not from the same mold, how can I trust you with my back, let alone cooperate?"
Furthermore, many alien races had irreconcilable conflicts among themselves, making it even harder for them to unite against a common enemy.
A perennial topic of discussion was that if aliens could be perpetually united and willing to dedicate all their efforts to invasion without regard for losses, the entire Blue Star would likely have been conquered and become an alien paradise by now.
"The Blood Clan and the green-skins united... this is truly an absurd phenomenon!"
"You know, these two races have quite a mutual disdain for each other!"
The Commander spoke, but his face showed no confusion, only a beaming joy.
For him, eager to gain merit, the process was irrelevant; as long as the outcome was satisfactory, everything was fine.
The current outcome was that Kannai Shrine Maiden was clearly much more astonished, and his own merit record would likely become thicker by a couple of points.
However, what the Commander failed to notice was that after the large numbers of Blood Clan emerged, the swirling temporal rifts showed no sign of stopping.