Godfrey sat on the head of the blue dragon, an Echo of Lysander's axe resting on his shoulder while he gazed at Dirge who now had more shadow taotie footmen in a ruined courtyard.
It was a great battle, the sky was already darkening. While Isolde and Solstice faced more ghosts, he and his army had finally cleared the second gate but the dragon wasn't dead.
Not yet.
Dirge approached and sucked its life force. Watching her rise from 22.0 to 22.4 made his lips curl up a little. With this increase, she began to raise more taotie footmen as her shadow wraiths.
If they kept at this pace, Dirge would soon be able to solidly defend her title as a general. Although he was on the verge of releasing his first core.
The next gate led to the palace.
Godfrey walked through the gate after dissolving the axe but even he was stunned at the sight of twenty thousand cavalry and thirty thousand footmen. This courtyard was also insanely large, large enough to contain a large-scale battle.
