"What is that?!"
Perhaps it was because too many strange things had happened recently, but the God of Kanai Palace had become jumpy.
Facing the doubts of his own emperor, the commander-in-chief naturally dared not slacken and immediately glanced over to see.
It was truly a shocker!
Following those blood race warriors, a brand new race had emerged from those spatial rifts…
Fair skin, tall stature, arrogant demeanor, pointed ears…
Wasn't this clearly an elf's appearance?!
At this moment, not to mention the God of Kanai Palace, who was concerned about the battle situation, even the commander-in-chief, who had his own thoughts, was shocked.
After all, among the alien races, the relationship between elves and blood races and orcs could not be simply described as mutual disdain.
Their relationship was akin to sworn enemies, if not outright rivals.
Conflicts, big and small, were innumerable, not to mention their tradition of small skirmishes every three days and large battles every five days…
These beings who fought each other with real swords and spears every day could actually unite?!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, the commander-in-chief and the God of Kanai Palace would never have believed it…
Of course, it wasn't just them.
The spatial rifts were right there outside the gates of Nagasaki Fortress, and the ordinary awakened ones and soldiers could see them clearly.
This extremely abnormal phenomenon naturally caused a commotion among them.
However, being well-trained elites, they quickly returned to a solemn and silent state under the restraint of their squad leaders.
But the shock and confusion hidden in their eyes were still very real.
"Orcs, blood race, elves…"
"How could these three forces be mixed together?!"
The God of Kanai Palace gritted his teeth, and his displeasure was evident on his face.
Facing his emperor's question, the commander-in-chief clearly could not provide an answer.
He could only shrink his head and silently prepare to annihilate all the enemies.
The stage was essentially set, and the God of Kanai Palace had finally shown the expected shock.
The opportunity was in his hands, and if he still couldn't grasp it, he truly deserved to die!
But before he could begin to issue the first defensive order, the alien races, as if the stage wasn't grand enough, brought new surprises.
Rumble!
The spatial rifts continued to spin tirelessly, once again sending out another brand-new race!
Chilling bones, blazing soul fires, tireless advance…
The fourth race to appear before Nagasaki Fortress was surprisingly the undead!
These beings, who were at odds with almost all living beings and constantly coveted their corpses, had also joined the ranks of this alien coalition.
Seeing this, the commander-in-chief and the God of Kanai Palace were utterly speechless.
The latter slumped lazily in his chair, too tired to say anything more.
The former took a deep breath, took out his communication device, and began to issue defensive orders to various detachments in an orderly manner.
It had to be said that with the boost of some mysterious power, the stage this time was truly extremely grand.
As long as they won this battle, especially if they won spectacularly, he would surely be a cherry blossom hero worthy of being recorded in history!
Therefore, the commander-in-chief's meticulous and cautious command, trying not to miss any flaw, began to show his best in front of the God of Kanai Palace with all his might.
Soon, facing the vast army of four races, the entire garrison of Nagasaki Fortress was ready, waiting for the enemy to charge.
However, the alien armies on the opposite side showed no intention of launching an attack, standing idly by, and no one knew what they were thinking.
Even after a long while, they remained motionless.
If they hadn't refrained from excessive communication, the commander-in-chief would have thought they were on a tour of Kyushu Island…
This left the commander-in-chief stunned.
He truly hadn't expected the enemy not to charge.
But Nagasaki Fortress was set up for defense, and if the enemy didn't charge them, they certainly wouldn't go out to seek death. They might as well wait patiently.
After all, they had no losses in a war of attrition. What was there to lose?
However, while the commander-in-chief could remain calm, the God of Kanai Palace on the other side was becoming impatient.
He absolutely did not want to be holed up in the fortress, eating and waiting for death, and let everything end uneventfully…
The mantis stalking the cicada was happening everywhere outside, and he, the oriole, was eager to go out and forage!
But the God of Kanai Palace was not so foolish as to order the commander-in-chief to lead his men out. So, despite his reluctance, he could only glare and wait.
Let something change, let something change…
Just staying put like this, what were they even capable of?
In his utter helplessness, the God of Kanai Palace even began to pray.
And the spatial rifts on the other side seemed to hear the God of Kanai Palace's inner thoughts, as if responding to his prayers.
After a long period of pause, they actually began to rotate again.
Moreover, this rotation was completely different from the previous ones; it merged all the circles into one before rotating.
"Are new races coming?"
"If the number of races is too large, coupled with their potential reinforcements, how can we possibly cope?"
Before anything appeared, the God of Kanai Palace was already worrying.
The commander-in-chief smiled, knowing that it was time for his entrance, and stepped forward to say:
"Your Majesty, do not panic. No matter how many races the aliens send, they are nothing but paper tigers…"
"As long as I, your subordinate, am here at Nagasaki Fortress, I will surely protect Your Majesty!"
"Even if a hero-level alien leader comes, I will make sure he never returns!"
Rumble! Rumble!
It could only be said that these people from the Land of Cherry Blossoms were truly possessed today, their mouths venomous one after another…
Just as the commander-in-chief finished speaking, several extremely powerful auras immediately appeared within the spatial rifts.
An orc, a blood race, an elf, and an undead.
They bared their fangs and claws, laughing arrogantly, with an air of complete control.
At the same time, both the God of Kanai Palace and the commander-in-chief, who felt their presence, turned ashen-faced, as if they had died.