Unlike what Gregory expected, the men were not lying unconsciously but standing upright. He smirked.The win suddenly picked up, and Gregory’s smile slowly fell from his lips. Replacing it with surprise. “W-What…?” Marshal frowned, looking shocked. It seemed like the majority of their enemies were standing, unscathed and uninjured. He did not understand it, nor did the mercenaries behind them. Suddenly, the sound of an orderly march rang out, and everyone watched as the four major regiments—inexplicably unscathed—returned to their previous formations.Then came a chorus of battle cries, followed by the collective sound of fists hitting their chests in salute.Loudly, the soldiers exclaimed, “Where the blade directs, where the soul follows! “Summoned, we gather! Gathered, we fight! Fight, we win!”　“W-What…” Some of the mercenaries seemed to have realized something, their expressions changing to shock and fear. They knew how powerful Somerland’s four major regiments were

Charge! The Red Letter Army and the four major regiments roared. Without any use of formations or strategies, they swarmed the mercenaries. This simple and straightforward attack had the mercenaries terrified.Even Lincoln, who had sworn his life and loyalty to the Ancient Warlords, began to retreat. “Fuck!” Fred’s existence had turned the entire fight around. Gregory never thought he would see such influence in real life, having always believed it was an exaggerated rumor.Now, however, after sharing a look with Marshall, the two of them turned around to flee. This whole expedition intended to cause Fred trouble so that the latter would not have the time and opportunity to look for a way to get past Holy Emperor Howlite’s spell. They never intended to fight Fred to the death. They did not hesitate to flee, yet… “Where do you think you’re going?” In the blink of an eye, Fred had crossed over thousands of meters and appeared before the two of them. ‘What the fuck was

Fred had been about to strike with his palm but then he frowned. He immediately withdrew his hand and flicked his sleeves back. The brilliant golden light enveloped everyone on Somerland’s side.At the same time, the mercenaries who were not under Fred’s protection watched as Marshal's body seemed to inflate. Then…Marshal's entire body exploded like a humanoid bomb with a deafening sound, his scattered remains filling up the sky. Each flying piece also immediately exploded upon contact, which led to another round of explosions that—while not large in scale—were definitely not small either. The mercenary group instantly fell into despair. They suffered many casualties from the explosion that occurred. Even those on Somerland’s side could not help but feel compassion amidst their astonishment. "How ruthless of them to actually detonate their own companions! If it weren't for the Great One shielding us in time, we would have likely ended up the same!" Gustafson said with lingering

"Yes, that's correct." Fred nodded slightly. "The warlord world is the first line of defense against the Ancient Warlords’ invasion. You've all witnessed their strength just now. If I can't get back in, the momentum of the warlords in the warlord world will undoubtedly weaken. More importantly, there’s no one there who can stop the Holy Emperors when they appear either."If the Ancient Warlords were to take control of the warlord world, they would have a stronghold in this secular world. They would use it for both attack and defense. I don’t need to explain further about the severity of the situation, right?"Hearing this, Lloyd and the others nodded quickly. As the leaders of the four major regiments, they possessed impressive combat capabilities. They were able to understand the severity of the situation just through simple deduction.As for Gustafson, his brows were knitted together slightly before he asked, "So, what does this have to do with me disappearing? Do you want me to i

This did not mean that he did not revere Fred any less, though.It was precisely because of this that Gustafson came to understand that the only people who could receive Fred's guidance were the Red Letter Army as well as his student in the Warlord Academy, Rita Stonemoss. Apart from them, there were no others.Yet, Fred was actually going to teach him a move now! Not only that, but the fact that he chose such a sparsely populated place for his instruction might mean that it was an extraordinary move.Just as Gustafson's mind was filled with thoughts like these, Fred's calm voice sounded again. “I did say before that while you're talented, you lack sufficient experience. If given time to grow, you will inevitably become one of the world's top fighters. That was initially my plan for you as well, but it's not keeping up with the changes. Now, I can only shorten the timeline.""Shorten? What do you mean?" Gustafson asked, but Fred did not answer. Instead, he breathed in slowly before