Carson Flores furrowed his brow, worried.
Under the impact of the two teams, a large number of members were dead or wounded. The bloody and tragic scene made Carson feel a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
How could one avoid such a tragic outcome?
Get Theron Coffey to change his mind?
He was the Squad Captain, and drawing one or two teams to battle was his right, so he could draw anyone he wanted.
Even if he drew the Third Squad, no one would dare accuse him of using public office for private revenge. After all, soldiers on the frontline are there to fight, not to enjoy themselves.
Or just head straight to his command post, release Snow Zane and Broken Heaven, immediately subdue him, and force him to hand over the True Soul, declaring oneself as the master?
Carson was quite tempted, but he also knew that the risks of doing so were tremendously high.
If he failed to achieve this, and the matter was exposed, or if Theron Coffey refused to yield, the matter would escalate. Should Carson kill Randall, the crime would be enormous, and not even Norric could protect him.
Moreover, if the Squad Captain concocted such a scheme and it got exposed, the responsibility would not fall on him alone. Jarett Roth, Carradine, and others would all suffer, and even the ordinary disciples might be implicated.
Unless absolutely necessary, it’s best not to resort to such a method.
While Carson was deep in thought, Jarett Roth glanced at the others and proactively spoke: "Sect Master, since this matter cannot be avoided, then it should not be. Sooner or later, we have to enter the battlefield. I understand the Sect Master’s worry about disciples being killed or injured, but injury and death are inevitable on the battlefield."
"Moreover, in terms of fairness, this is a relatively fair match. If the Demon Race dares to go on, why shouldn’t we? Our Majestic Sect comprises elite members. We can’t be afraid of the Demon Race."
"Sect Master, don’t worry. Let us fight boldly. Striving for victory would be our greatest honor!"
Carradine smiled and said, "Indeed, as long as we go all out and win, the damage won’t be too heavy. Besides, after this battle, we won’t have to set foot on the battlefield again for a short period."
Carson raised his head, looking at the pair of determined eyes and exhaled, and his heart was no longer in conflict.
Yes, this is the battlefield!
Facing challenges directly, it’s all about strength, fervor, and courage!
No battle without casualties, right?
Since we’re here, can we hide temporarily, or forever?
Sooner or later, we must face it, right?
Right now, this is a relatively fair confrontation. As Jarett Roth said, if the Demon Race dares to fight, are we to fear and not dare to fight?
Snow Zane and Broken Heaven absolutely cannot reveal themselves. Although their intervention would ensure a beautiful victory, it would bring unpredictable changes. Other than that, Carson’s greatest trump card is the Demon Summoning Banner.
The Demon Summoning Banner is a magical treasure, and as a "Beast Tamer," summoning demonic beasts from the Demon Summoning Banner to fight for oneself is reasonable, isn’t it?
Carson can help reduce losses for the Majestic Sect disciples as much as possible, but he cannot expose all his trump cards, as they are his lifeline.
The battles come one after another, with great victories and defeats. Overall, the wins and losses on both sides are about the same.
Soon, it would be the turn of the Ninth Battalion.
Carson received the order from Theron Coffey to let the small team leaders go to the command post for a meeting.
Carson quickly arrived; aside from the two guards at the entrance, Theron Coffey and ten small team leaders were present in the command post.
"Everyone is here, so I’ll say a few words."
Theron Coffey glanced at everyone, his expression serious: "One battle after another, everyone has seen it. Now it’s the turn of our Ninth Battalion. The Army Commander has ordered each battalion to select two teams to participate in the current slaughter."
"The preceding eight battalions have already fought, or are soon to finish. You have witnessed the results, so I won’t waste words. I’ll only say this: no matter who is selected to fight, everyone must go all out to play up the prestige of our Ninth Battalion, and of our War God Mansion!"
Theron Coffey cast a stern glance at everyone: "I’ll say the unpleasant words upfront. On the battlefield, against the Demon Race, there are only war-dead ghosts. Nobody can flee or surrender. If you escape alive, the guilt will intensify; you will be dealt with by military law, leaving you wishing you were dead. Don’t regret it afterward!"
Everyone responded loudly, after all, those daring to come here had already risked their lives.
If they feared death, why would they fight?
Theron Coffey nodded with satisfaction. The spirit and energy were abundant indeed. Witnessing many battles, everyone was not frightened by the bloody and tragic fights. Instead, it ignited the passion in their hearts, eager to step onto the battlefield to slay the Demon Race, to avenge their fallen comrades!
Theron Coffey glanced over the crowd and stopped on a robust man’s face: "Berengar Bernard, your Fifth Squad is the elite of our Ninth Battalion. This fight not only concerns the reputation of the Ninth Battalion but also of the First Legion. So, this first fight will be fought by the Fifth Squad. How about it?"
Berengar Bernard stood upright and said loudly, "Yes, Captain! The Fifth Squad will go all out and definitely not disgrace the Ninth Battalion!"
Theron Coffey walked up to Berengar Bernard, patted his shoulder appreciatively, and said, "Good. I have always trusted the Fifth Squad. May you return victoriously!"
"Yes!"
Theron Coffey released Berengar Bernard’s shoulder, shifted his gaze, and slowly looked over each small team leader, finally resting on Carson Flores.
Hmph, here it comes!
Inside, Carson was not at all surprised; instead, he stood tall, waiting for Theron Coffey to call his name.
Theron Coffey looked at Carson for a couple of seconds and asked, "Carson, you have previously made great contributions in the Bitter Sea Immortal Domain. Do you now wish to make further commendable deeds?"
At this point, can I say no?
Carson loudly said, "The Third Squad has long unified our thoughts, ready to fight and bleed on the battlefield. We are ready for battle at any time and will act according to the Captain’s arrangements!"
Carson did not directly answer Theron Coffey’s question but still expressed his stance.
We’re prepared for death, but we follow the command. If you tell us to fight, then we fight; if not, then we wait.
Theron Coffey’s eyes twitched slightly. Originally, he wanted Carson to volunteer for battle, but Carson chose not to engage and tossed the conversation back.
Theron Coffey had to round off, "The Third Squad used to be renowned as an elite, but after a series of changes, it’s regrettable. Now that a great war has begun, with you, a meritorious leader, guiding them, the Third Squad will inevitably rise like a phoenix in Nirvana, showcasing their elite prowess."
"The second team will be yours! Carson, you are new here and unfamiliar with everyone. Use this battle as a testament to your resolve in joining the Ninth Battalion of the First Legion!"
Carson already knew this would be the outcome, calmly agreeing: "Yes, Captain, the Third Squad will go all out!"
Theron Coffey fixed his gaze on Carson, his tone slow and stern: "Once on the battlefield, there is only one identity as a warrior. For the glory of the Immortal Realm, for the glory of the First Legion, you must go all out; even if the enemy is immensely strong, you must fight to the death. Do you understand?"