The slaughter continued. Orion and Leonidas's forces had suffered vast losses.
To replenish their forces quickly and continue north, their only option was to summon a large undead army.
Summoning an undead army required corpses—it required sacrifices.
The countless enemies before them were the designated offerings.
Therefore, they had to die!
Of course, Orion didn't need to handle these matters personally. Once he gave the orders, his Legendary powerhouses could carry them out.
What Orion needed to do now was to relocate suitable members of his Horde to the Emerald Dream Realm, one by one.
If half the Dusk Continent was managed well, Orion could soon ascend to the Archlord level.
This matter was both urgent and crucial for Orion.
"Hahaha, did you see that? Wherever the dragon passed, they all pissed their pants and fled in terror!"
Perhaps having had his fill of fun, Leonidas reverted to his human form and rejoined Orion.
