Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Capítulo 2930: Chapter 1603: A Situation Full of Twists and Turns

Feeling the tremors of the thousands of troops under the Broken Wing King surging toward them, not only did cold sweat pour down the Broken Ear Leader’s back, even those neutral Monarchs couldn’t help but swallow hard.

As everyone knew, counting the Sky Island floating above their heads, the Broken Wing Clan had deployed twenty Tier 5 Armies in and around the Royal Capital.

Among them, the few elite Royal Army Corps stationed in the Broken Wing Kingdom had once fought with extreme ferocity and brutality in the wars against forces like the Frost Fire Giants and the Moon Shadow Deer People, leaving corpses strewn across the field; their Combat Power spoke for itself.

Besides the twenty Tier 5 Broken Wing Armies, at least ten more Tier 5 Armies belonging to the Giant Horned King’s henchmen were deployed nearby. In other words, thirty Tier 5 Armies could very soon seal this place off completely, and among them were the most terrifyingly powerful Broken Wing Royal Army Corps.

You had to understand, a single Tier 5 Army already equaled at least the Combat Power of a thousand Tier 6 Experts, enough to deal with these Monarchs and guards who hadn’t even joined the Battle yet—let alone when that kind of strength came in twenty-nine more copies.

It was no exaggeration to say that such a colossal force was enough to grind everyone here into dust in an instant!

Precisely because of this, even though Leo Ray’s series of actions had their blood boiling, they still chose not to make a move, dreading the existence of those Legions.

“I suppose whether it’s that Broken Ear Leader or that mysterious Your Excellency, they were both planning to end this quickly. But the Broken Wing King’s foundations are simply too deep; now there’s even less chance of turning the tide.”

Thinking this, the group of neutral Monarchs couldn’t help but cast eyes full of regret and sighs toward Leo Ray and the others.

Though that mysterious Your Excellency’s courage and boldness commanded respect, the gap in strength was simply too vast. In the end this was still no more than an egg striking a rock, utterly incapable of shaking the Broken Wing King in the slightest.

And whether it was their own Grand Armies, or the Grand Armies of Lila, Hollis and the others, they were all ten thousand miles away, completely unable to play any role here!

“Hahaha, a bunch of laughably weak little ants—you’re about to be wiped out completely!”

On the other side of the battlefield, the Giant Horned King and the other henchmen, locked in fierce Battle with the Broken Ear Dark Elves, were all wearing wildly arrogant grins, looking utterly carried away with themselves.

As long as the Grand Armies they’d deployed around the area arrived, they would definitely erase these fools who didn’t know life from death!

For a while, the entire battlefield’s atmosphere tilted heavily to the enemy’s side, as if their own side’s defeat was already within arm’s reach.

“Heh heh, well? In the end you’re just mantises trying to stop a chariot.”

The Broken Wing King savored this shifting momentum with satisfaction, then looked at Leo Ray with a face full of contempt. “Brat, no matter who you are, today you’ll die with no grave to bury you.”

“Is that so? I don’t see it that way.”

Leo Ray smiled faintly, his expression hidden beneath the Battle Helmet calm and unruffled.

Even as he spoke, Leo Ray seized the opportunity and hurled another “Breaking Army Ice Chain” at his opponent, trying to seize the initiative by using a Seventh Stage Binding Magic Spell.

However, as bone-piercing cold surged forth and countless ice shards shattered around the Broken Wing King, the other party remained completely unharmed, not suffering the slightest injury.

“Still putting on a brave face at a time like this.”

The Broken Wing King gently brushed the dust off his Armor, his sullen features regaining their former composure as he said with a cold, utterly self-assured sneer, “You’re just ants. Struggle all you like; the time you have left can be counted on one hand.”

As the Broken Wing King’s unrestrained voice fell, all his henchmen burst into wild laughter, while the neutral Monarchs all lowered their heads, faces full of helplessness.

First the Frost Fire Giants, then the Moon Shadow Deer People—no one had been able to shake that Tyrant in the slightest all these years. Even this mysterious Your Excellency, who had twice used Seventh Stage Magical Scrolls filled with destructive Power, was no exception. It seemed the outcome was decided this time as well.

Feeling the heavily disadvantageous atmosphere, even the Broken Ear Leader and the other Dark Elves clenched their teeth, the light of pursuing the Dawn of victory fading from their eyes.

“Something’s off. This ant doesn’t seem the least bit afraid. This Lonely King has never seen anything so ignorant of death.”

Amid his arrogance, the Broken Wing King keenly sensed Leo Ray’s calm and furrowed his brows slightly.

At the moment, the Broken Wing Armies stationed in the Royal Capital, the Broken Wing Armies guarding the Throne Corridor, and the Giant Horned King’s Legions were all advancing from three different directions, charging toward this Cultivation Academy. They’d essentially formed a tightly woven, lethal net, more than enough to erase these ants with ease.

Switching perspective to outside the Cultivation Academy, the three converging enemy Legions formed a black mass, like locusts blotting out the sky, racing toward this place. Wherever they passed, murderous intent filled the air, their Killing Aura surging.

Given that, the Broken Wing King really couldn’t imagine what backing this fool in front of him, who didn’t know if he was alive or dead, could still have.

“Unless this guy also has a Grand Army large enough to rival this Lonely King. But how is that possible? This is this Lonely King’s own territory—there’s absolutely no way any Grand Army could march straight in, and every Teleportation Array is in this Lonely King’s hands!”

The Broken Wing King’s brows knit even tighter as he calculated silently.

His eagle-like eyes shifted slightly, then suddenly went wide, as if he had thought of something. He blurted out, “Unless this ant’s identity is…”