Chapter 363

Meng Ying let out a soft murmur of surprise.

The Princess Imperial also turned toward that direction, paused for thought, then said:

"Their god has already lost to mine in Wang Cheng; by my estimation, their god now has little divine power left. If I'm correct, their god is preparing to abandon this!"

Preparing to abandon!

The Princess Imperial, who had left the Xiling Kingdom since childhood to study on the continent, was widely experienced.

Her understanding of gods far surpassed Meng Ying's.

Thus, the Princess Imperial quickly deduced the intent of the Seven Sacred Spirits and their god!

After hearing the Princess Imperial's words, Meng Ying paused briefly, then understood as well.

"So they're planning to make the Xiling Kingdom's army kill each other?"

Meng Ying gave a cold laugh.

The army on the southern highlands is also Xiling Kingdom's army.

Below the highlands, Yan's army is the main force, but in numbers, Xiling's warriors still outnumber them—fifty thousand strong!

The army on the southern highlands had been deceived beforehand and sent to fight the Hodont Kingdom.

They were willing enough to fight Hodont.

But to fight their own kin—especially kin led by the new king—they would not be willing.

This is fratricide! This is turning sword against brother!

Especially the Royal Army.

The Royal Army fights for the king.

Now the king is here, yet they are being coerced by the Seven Sacred Spirits to fight him!

What kind of madness is this?

Although the original god of the Xiling Kingdom declared it did not recognize this king,

many in the Royal Army had already come to accept Princess Luoying.

The entire royal house now consists only of Princess Luoying and the Princess Imperial.

If the original god of Xiling does not recognize Princess Luoying, does it intend to make the Princess Imperial queen?

But isn't that the same as letting Princess Luoying rule?

If not them, then who? Where else could a new king be installed?

"Ah, Sister Meng Ying, we cannot let their plan succeed. The Royal Army was forged by Father himself—they are loyal to the royal house. They certainly don't want to fight."

Princess Luoying said.

Meng Ying nodded and said: "We have done our part. The choice lies with them."

"Give the order. Launch the attack."

In the sky, one of the Seven Sacred Spirits spoke.

At this moment, the vanguard of the eight-hundred-thousand-strong army was already very near Yan's forces, less than two kilometers away.

But Yan's army did not move; the front-line Bear Warriors formed a ten-kilometer-long line, while behind them stood the Lion Clan battle formations!

Between these battle formations, there were many gaps!

And among the Bear Warriors themselves, there were also small gaps.

Two thousand Bear Warriors stood in a single line ten kilometers long, each with five meters of lateral space.

Yet each Bear Warrior was over two meters wide.

Thus, there remained over two meters between each Bear Warrior.

Of course, don't think these gaps are easy to exploit—behind them stand fierce Lion Clan warriors, and behind them, Fox Archer squads, each row spaced apart to allow Heavy Armored Centaur cavalry to charge forward!

In a battle of this hundred-thousand-scale magnitude, formation is crucial!

In the old Beast Tribes, there was no concept of formation—they would charge chaotically, only to be crushed by the enemy's orderly battle lines and layered attacks.

After the Sacred Spirits gave the order, the army on the southern highlands moved.

The dense masses formed their own battle formations and charged toward Yan's side.

Meanwhile, in the sky, the Seven Sacred Spirits showed no intention to intervene.

Seeing this, the Princess Imperial became even more certain:

"So it's true—they truly intend to make the kingdom's warriors slaughter each other!"

Compared to ordinary civilians, battlefield warriors are stronger and offer more faith; the eighty thousand on the southern highlands, plus the fifty thousand Xiling warriors summoned by Princess Luoying, together contribute more than a third of the entire Xiling Kingdom's two-million-plus population's total faith!

If the original god of Xiling and the Seven Sacred Spirits succeed, they will inflict massive losses upon the Lord of Flame!

If they cannot have it, neither shall anyone else—that is the god's mindset!

Meng Ying snorted: "Their calculations are wrong."

With that, she and the Princess Imperial acted together.

Instantly, a super-large amplification spell was cast across the battlefield.

Ordinary amplification spells are like a loudspeaker, covering only a few hundred meters.

Even larger ones reach at most one kilometer.

But the amplification spell now cast by her and the Princess Imperial was vastly larger.

Remember, this is a battlefield of a million troops.

The scale is immense.

Even a Grand Mage casting an amplification spell could not cover such a vast area.

Yet Meng Ying and the Princess Imperial accomplished full coverage effortlessly.

As the amplification spell took effect, Princess Luoying's voice rang out across the battlefield:

"I am Princess Luoying, Queen of the Hilin Kingdom. All Hilin Kingdom warriors forced by the Demon God onto this battlefield, listen: if you throw down your weapons and strip off your armor, you are considered surrendered. You may pass through the battle lines and proceed to the rear for temporary custody. When the war ends, you shall remain subjects of the Hilin Kingdom and face no discrimination whatsoever!"

On the battlefield, the warriors charging down from the southern highlands had closed the distance to the Yan army to less than five hundred meters.

Yet the Yan army still did not move.

These front-line warriors had all been conscripted from noble families, and now, facing the orderly ranks of the beastmen, each of them felt their courage waver.

Because they had no desire to fight...

And the bearmen at the front looked so terrifying—like walls of bronze and iron—each of them silently cursed their fate!

But they were already on the battlefield; they had no choice.

At that moment, they heard Princess Luoying's voice.

"Throw down your weapons, strip off your armor—you are surrendered!"

One warrior muttered under his breath.

Then he suddenly hurled his weapon to the ground, tore off his armor, and shouted: "I surrender!"

On the battlefield, he was not alone; the front-line warriors began to discard their weapons and shed their armor in waves!

"Surrendered warriors, pass through the battle lines and proceed to the rear for temporary custody!"

Seeing her words take effect, Princess Luoying repeated them again.

"Pass through the battle lines?"

Dozens of the first to surrender stared at the dense beastmen formation ahead, hesitated—then one warrior stepped forward.

"We've all surrendered—what's there to fear? Would the king lie to us?"

With that warrior leading, the surrendered soldiers began to march toward the beastmen formation.

In truth, their hearts pounded with fear.

The closer they got, the more terrifying the beastmen seemed.

The front-line bearmen stood like giants—three times their height!

Of course they were terrified.

Seeing the men approach, all the bearmen shifted position.

Originally, the bearmen had stood in a single, evenly spaced line stretching ten kilometers long.

Now, they all moved to the front of the lionmen formation, leaving open the gaps between the lionmen's battle arrays.

The lionmen formation consisted of twenty arrays, each composed of 2,500 warriors arranged in 50-by-50 square blocks, positioned centrally with roughly dozens of meters between each array.

Those dozens of meters of space were left precisely for the surrendered warriors!

The Yan side had no fear that the surrendered warriors would suddenly turn and disrupt the formation.

These warriors had no weapons, no armor—what was there to fear?

Without weapons or armor, they could not possibly strike any meaningful blow against the lionmen formation.