Chapter 322 A Clone?
In the barracks, Luna, Livia, and Jane quickly received the message from Isabella.
"So it's time for us to fight?" Luna stood up, stretching her body.
"It's about time," Jane nodded, picking up her armor.
"You need to be careful; the enemy this time is not simple," Livia advised.
"We know, otherwise why would we be needed?"
Throughout the years of war, they had been on the sidelines.
The enemy was so weak that they didn't need to fight.
"Anyway, just be careful."
"Alright, enough of that; we need to hurry; it seems the enemy is about to reach us."
Soon after gearing up, they quickly called their subordinates.
After assembling, they turned to the teleportation array to quickly reach the battlefield.
...
In the Front Line:
"Isabella!" Luna and the others greeted.
"You three are here," Isabella smiled in relief.
"How is the enemy?"
Although they had already been briefed before coming here, it was unclear.
"As you could see..." Isabella sighed and pointed to the battlefield.
Looking out, it seems that they were in a dire state.
Just a few minutes since the Emperor of the Westle Empire moved.
The distance between the puppet and them reached less than a thousand kilometers.
This was already like an inch close; any wrong move and the empire would be breached.
If not for the Berserk legions, Imperial legion, and the Empire puppets keeping the balance.
The Moonlight Empire would probably be breached by now.
After explaining the specifics, Luna and the others just nodded.
"Don't worry, leave it to us!"
"Just mere puppets; even if every one of them had a will, so what?"
"Then it's up to you."
...
On the battlefield, the three newly arrived legions caused some commotion.
"Is this the secret legion of our Empire?"
"It's great! Our backup is here!"
"Huh~ We're safe!"
The soldiers, who were already crumbling from firing arcane cannons, muttered in relief.
The closer the enemy got, the more pressure they felt. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
Just a touch from the enemy, and they would be finished.
It's unlike in the past, where even a tier 7 individual could fight back-to-back with a puppet.
Now, the puppet was like a group of fighting geniuses, a god on the battlefield.
The Berserker Legion, who was the first to support them, already confirmed this.
After defeating the believers of gods and seeing they no longer got resurrected, the berserker legion quickly came to support the battlefield.
At first, the puppet was like trash that the berserker legion could easily eliminate.
Each strike they made took thousands and thousands of puppets.
However, as time passed, the puppets quickly adapted and formed a mini-formation.
They were like nimble monkeys that even the elites of the empire could be played in applause.
Fortunately, the Berserker Legion was not vegetarian.
After seeing that the enemy was not easy, they quickly coordinated and suppressed the enemy.
However, this is not enough.
Seeing the puppet couldn't take them on, the puppets decided to stall time, isolating the berserker legion from the rest.
With crowd control, the puppets continued to advance into the Moonlight Empire.
Fortunately, just in time, the Imperial legion led by Isabella arrived on the battlefield.
After getting into formation, they became like a giant beast on the battlefield.
Try after try, no matter what strategies he employed, none worked.
"What a damn Moonlight Empire!" Khan muttered, gritting his teeth.
As the battle continued, he felt his amalgamation being drained faster and faster.
Just a few hours of battle and almost ten percent of his accumulated Amalgamation of Will is gone.
"I guess I can only wait..." Khan gave up.
Defeating the Moonlight Empire right now was virtually impossible.
Just the addition of a legion made his army collapse in shambles.
"Disperse!"
Deciding to stall for time, Khan decided to employ guerrilla tactics.
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In the Moonlight Empire.
Noticing the Puppet retreat again, the smiles on their faces suddenly bloomed.
"The enemy retreated!"
"We defeated the enemy!"
"Hooray to the Mighty Moonlight Empire!"
"We win!"
Looking at this, Luna, who was about to chase the enemy, stopped.
"Hmph! What a bunch of weaklings!" Luna muttered unsatisfactorily, seeing the puppet retreat.
She hadn't had fun yet, and the enemy already retreated.
"I told you fighting them is not fun," Rose teased.
"Anyway, do we still chase the enemy?" Luna just rolled her eyes and asked.
"I don't know, let's wait for Isabella."
"You don't have to," Isabella said, suddenly appearing beside them.
"Why?" They asked in puzzlement.
Judging by the state of the enemy, they could already have pushed the enemy to the ground.
They should take this victory and end this once and for all.
"According to Neo, the Emperor of the Westle Empire seems to want to buy time."
"Since that is so, then we will gladly give him time."
"Our victory this time is a close call; if we didn't want casualties, we still have to wait for Maximus."
"Hmm," Rose and Luna nodded in understanding.
Although they felt they could win now, there are still many unknowns.
Is this all the power that the Westle Empire has?
Are the gods behind the schemes only helping to this degree?
Furthermore, the capabilities of the Amalgamation of Will are not just resurrection.
As long as the Emperor of the Westle Empire remains, many things could happen.
It's better to wait for their husband and decide.
...
Soon, the battle continued.
With Khan resorting to guerrilla warfare, the intensity of the war plummeted.
Days, weeks, and months passed, and the war continued.
Isabella and the others also cooperated, adding fire from time to time so that Khan wouldn't notice something weird.
At the tacit understanding of both parties.
A year passed by unconsciously, three years since Maximus disappeared.
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In the Westle Empire:
Khan, who was meditating, receiving the last bits of memories that came to his mind, slowly opened his eyes.
"I see, so that was it."
His demeanor suddenly changed from that of an Emperor to that of a Sage.
There seemed to be a light in his eyes as he saw everything in the world differently.
Digesting the memory, Khan quickly understood his origin.
"I am a clone..."
