Upon saying this, Saint King William felt his heart bleeding in his fury.
One must know, what he initially brought was the mighty army of a million lions from the Grimm Kingdom, and now they've been defeated to such a state!
"Your Majesty, please remain calm."
Scot, after all, was just a spectator and quickly regained his composure, asking the middle-aged commander: "Have you confirmed the flags within the opposing army formation?"
"It seems to be the flags of past Coldflame kings and National Level powerhouses. Those main corps are not ordinary soldiers; they are all fearless Golem Puppets!"
The middle-aged commander was breathing heavily, his face full of panic and dread.
"It appears that the heretical from the Otherworld not only summoned the past Coldflame kings and National Level powerhouses but also allowed those summoned ancient beings to summon Elite Armies."
