Carson Flores led all members of the Third Squad back to the War God Mansion’s rear military camp. As they returned, they instantly drew the attention of countless eyes within the camp.
"This must be the squad rotating back after a battle, but why does it look like there are so many of them, hardly any casualties?"
"Not just no casualties, there are barely any injured among them!"
"What is going on?"
"Could the Demon Race be this weak, crushed to victory?"
"Weak? Did you see the teams that came back earlier? Two of them were nearly wiped out, maybe this squad faced relatively weak opponents, and they got lucky."
"That must be it. Heh, they’re really lucky, hardly any losses, and now they can rest and wait for the next battle!"
In the Second Legion camp, Cyras Roth, Brannock Bernard, and others watched the squad in the sky, their expressions suddenly changing.
Brannock Bernard exclaimed, "Isn’t that the kid?"
Cyras Roth furrowed his brows and turned to say, "Find someone to figure out what’s going on."
Carson Flores’s Majestic Sect that Cyras Roth knew had its strength diminished a lot after the war, only of average standard, even below average.
Since they were sent out to the arena, how could there be no casualties at all, even hardly any injured?
This isn’t scientific!
Could Carson Flores really have such good luck, encountering a Demon Race squad that couldn’t fight back?
Soon, the information came back.
"The Ninth Team selected Five Team and Third Squad for battle. Five Team fought evenly with the opponents, not many casualties but a lot of injuries..."
Cyras Roth impatiently interrupted, "Talk about the Third Squad."
The subordinate quickly explained, "The Third Squad encountered a very strong Demon Race squad. According to their leader, their squad’s Demon Lords were double the number of Third Squad’s Great Land Prime Immortals, with an overwhelming advantage."
Brannock Bernard asked in surprise, "If that’s so, why were there hardly any losses for the Third Squad? Did they escape without fighting?"
"They fought."
The man who gathered information said with a complicated look, "At the moment when the two squads were about to intersect, the Third Squad Captain Carson Flores took out a flag and summoned fifty Great Demons equivalent to Great Land Prime Immortals from it. Along with Third Squad’s Great Land Immortal, they instantly broke through the Demon Race squad’s front ranks, tearing apart their defense line completely, scattering them..."
"Wait!"
Cyras Roth widened his eyes, staring in shock at the subordinate, "Carson Flores summoned fifty Great Demons equivalent to Great Land Prime Immortals?"
"Yes!"
The subordinate looked shocked, "Under the impact of this group of Great Demons, the Demon Race squad quickly collapsed, suffering heavy casualties, while the entire Third Squad pursued, killing their way near the Demon Clan Camp before stopping, with basically no losses..."
Brannock Bernard asked with a hard expression, "Where did that flag for summoning Great Demons come from?"
The subordinate shook his head, "I don’t know, I only gathered information close to the defensive line."
Cyras Roth waved his hand for the subordinate to leave, his expression rather grim.
When the First Legion set off to the front line, Cyras Roth was quite eager, as he already knew the current battle rules. As small squads were selected to fight, Carson Flores would inevitably be dispatched by his uncle.
With Carson Flores’s limited strength, he might just perish in the chaos, and his Third Squad wouldn’t fare well either, likely being shattered!
Yet the result slapped Cyras Roth hard in the face; who could have thought Carson Flores was still hiding such a big trump card?
Brannock Bernard looked incredulous, "He’s a Great Land Supreme Immortal, commanding fifty Great Demons equivalent to Great Land Prime Immortals. How?"
Cyras Roth said coldly, "Does it even matter now?"
Brannock Bernard furrowed his brows and suddenly lowered his voice, "Could it be that the Hall Master gave him the magical treasure as a reward? After all, his strength is low, but he’s a meritorious person, and the Hall Master might have given him a magical treasure to save his life?"
Cyras Roth considered, then shook his head, "Possible, but unlikely."
Brannock Bernard didn’t ask why, but worriedly asked, "No matter where he got the magical treasure, this kid is harder to deal with than we thought. What do we do next?"
Cyras Roth said with a sullen face, "No wonder Taliesin was making moves before, yet Carson Flores remained unharmed. This Carson Flores has hidden himself really well!"
Pausing, Cyras Roth turned to look at Brannock Bernard, "We don’t know anything. We haven’t done anything. We won’t do anything... Understand?"
Brannock Bernard naturally got it, unhappy, he said, "Just let it go?"
Cyras Roth snorted coldly, "His actions have already made him the focal point of the entire War God Mansion. If we continue targeting him, it might burn us. Besides, he has so many subordinates who support him and fifty strong Great Demons. Even if you wanted to deal with him, how would you do it?"
Brannock Bernard’s face froze, unable to reply.
Indeed, in the military camp, he has many powerful aides, and he himself has so many Great Demons. How to deal with him?
No way!
Previously, Carson Flores entered the War God Mansion under the banner of a meritorious person, leaving us embarrassed. Now Carson Flores has made a name for himself in one battle, and everyone in the War God Mansion and even the Demon Race knows there’s a person who, young and with average strength, can command fifty Great Demons to fight for him. Under such prestige, continuing to oppose him would just be asking for trouble?
Though Cyras Roth made the decision, he felt like a fire was burning inside, leaving him anxious.
Brannock Bernard remained silent for a few seconds, unwillingly saying, "We got slapped really hard by him, are we really letting it go?"
Cyras Roth answered coldly, "Of course not, but now isn’t the right time to continue troubling him. Bear it for now, and look for an opportunity later!"
"The battle has only just begun; there will be chances!"
Brannock Bernard nodded helplessly. Despite having title and status, some things couldn’t be done too arrogantly or excessively because the opponent was not an unknown person who could be bullied at will.
If things get out of hand, no one can suppress it!
"About your uncle..."
Cyras Roth spoke softly, "I’ll send a message to my uncle, advising him to stop targeting Carson Flores for now to avoid drawing attention."
Seeing Brannock Bernard looking discontent, Cyras Roth softly consoled, "Although we did lose face, at least we haven’t actually done anything, haven’t fallen too deep. My uncle dispatching him to fight can be justified, so as long as we endure, we have nothing to do with him."
"Taliesin previously sent people to deal with Carson Flores, but Carson Flores remained unscathed. Though Carson Flores hasn’t made any counterattack, who knows what he thinks in his heart? If anyone is genuinely panicking, Taliesin is far more worried than we are now..."