Before long, Ian Song and the other two were escorted back to the front of Prosperia Kingdom's main army.
To Ian's mild surprise, no one interrogated them. Evan Fan simply led them to a camp, handed out swords and armor, and warned them not to try escaping or wander around.
This camp was called the vanguard camp. Put simply, the vanguard camp was always sent out as cannon fodder whenever the two armies clashed. According to its rules, anyone who survived three battles could transfer out.
Soon after Ian and his group arrived, more than ten other System Hosts were sent in as well.
As for the remaining Hosts, some managed to escape, some fought the Prosperia soldiers and were killed, some got away, and some defected to Westpeak Kingdom.
The entire vanguard camp held over ten thousand people.
Some were so strong they were at Holy Emperor level—officers who’d been demoted to the vanguard as punishment for mistakes.
"No matter if we’re future competitors, once we hit the battlefield, I hope everyone can work together!" Ian said to the other fourteen Hosts.
"Agreed!"
Everyone was smart enough to understand what Ian meant.
Time passed slowly.
"Aoo! Aoo! Aoo! Aoo!"
A series of desolate howls rang out—the Prosperia and Westpeak armies were now less than a hundred li apart and would soon collide.
At the same time—
A Creator-level thousand-man commander arrived with a supervision squad, whose job was to drive the vanguard forward and kill anyone who dared retreat.
Finally—
A quarter of an hour later—
The two armies were only ten li apart.
"Vanguard camp, attack!"
"Vanguard camp, attack!"
Both supreme commanders gave the order almost simultaneously.
Then, under the urging of the supervision squads, both vanguard camps charged at each other.
Ian Song saw that there were System Hosts embedded within the enemy's vanguard camp as well.
But what puzzled him was that Gavin Jiang was nowhere to be seen.
That guy has fused the Nightmare Demon God bloodline—his soul power is terrifying. If he wants to hide, almost no one can find him.
"Kill them!"
"Charge!"
Boom!
The two vanguard camps crashed into each other on the battlefield.
Ian's squad of seventeen formed a small combined-attack formation and charged forward.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
Blood sprayed everywhere as God Emperor soldiers fell across the battlefield.
Ian's group, with their combined-attack formation, was like a miniature meat grinder. In less than half an hour of fighting, they'd already shredded more than two hundred God Emperors.
Meanwhile, the twenty-plus System Hosts who joined Westpeak Kingdom were just as fierce, slaughtering plenty of Prosperia Kingdom vanguard soldiers.
But both sides tacitly avoided each other.
After all, everyone here was a System Host—not just ordinary God Emperors, but people with trump cards. It wasn't time for a life-and-death showdown yet, so there was no need to fight each other.
Although they'd avoided the System Hosts who joined Westpeak Kingdom...
...three Holy Emperors had noticed Ian's squad.
The three Holy Emperors then teamed up and charged straight at them.
"Move—shift left!" Ian shouted.