Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999! Chapter 210 -210-Ivorykin Legions, Move Out!

rlinster’s calm composure was far beyond Evelyn’s expectations.

In truth, after watching Caelan’s performance over this period of ti, rlinster had completely given up any intention of contending with the Ironclad Legion.

What a joke.

Even with Evelyn as the inheritor, the Supre Staff Legion was still no match for the Ironclad Legion.

The Chosen One of this generation was simply far too powerful.

And so, guided by the principle of if you can’t beat them, join them, rlinster decided to draw closer to the Ironclad Legion and Caelan’s side.

At that mont, Evelyn’s voice suddenly rang out, carrying a trace of worry.

"Commander, do you think Caelan will be able to withdraw safely this ti and return without incident?"

Though she said that, her eyes never left the screen for even a mont.

Caelan’s Deathborn army looked magnificent and overwhelming. But no matter how imposing it appeared, he was still operating on Ivorykin territory.

Quite a few Ivorykin elites were still trailing far behind like persistent burrs. They had not taken the initiative to enter the Death Domain, but they also kept their distance with careful precision, neither too close nor too far.

It felt as though they were deliberately monitoring Caelan’s direction of movent.

On the other side, Commander rlinster rubbed his chin and gave his judgnt.

"The strength Caelan has displayed so far is enough to sweep aside a weak race like the White Apefolk. But the Ivorykin are much stronger, so it’s hard to say how this will turn out."

...

Newdean—

As the capital city of the Ivorykin, the city-state was now steeped in an atmosphere of tension.

Just half an hour earlier, the High Council had issued an announcent warning of the Deathborn invasion and enacted the highest-level ergency alert.

To the overwhelming majority of the მოსახლិកர்கள்—of the residents, this was a terrifying developnt.

In that instant, it felt as though they had been dragged back several decades, to that terrible era when they had once lived under the domination of humankind.

The only difference was that this ti, the fear did not co from humans.

It ca from the Deathborn.

Of course, these Ivorykin had no idea that the King of the Deathborn was Caelan himself.

If they had known, they probably would have been furious to death.

After all, Caelan himself belonged to the human race. That would an they were once again suffering an invasion by humanity—and once again, that invasion had reached their capital.

At that very mont, long queues had already ford at every teleportation array in Newdean.

Countless civilians were trying everything they could to flee the city.

And it was not only the teleportation arrays. The city gates were packed with Ivorykin as well. Even the underground districts of the city-state were cramd solid with Ivorykin commoners.

As for the Ivorykin soldiers, many of them had already started running for their lives ahead of ti.

They had not even seen what the Deathborn army actually looked like.

But that did not stop them from slipping away at the earliest possible mont.

After all, their military pay was not even enough to cover a single bath.

Inside the royal palace of the capital,

the Great General was leading the Ivorykin’s high-ranking awakeners, all of whom had taken up position outside the gates of the royal city.

The Ivorykin Speaker, the commanders of the various legions, and the high-level awakeners had all gathered together.

As the backbone of the Ivorykin race, the awakeners present here essentially represented the strongest combat power of the entire people.

Without exception, all of them turned their gaze to the north.

To ordinary people, there was nothing there.

But through their detection techniques, these powerful individuals could clearly see the Deathborn legion advancing with fierce montum.

What surprised them, however, was that the supposedly vast and overwhelming Deathborn legion was not actually that nurous.

Aside from the leading King of the Deathborn, the rest seed to consist of little more than a group of dragons.

Though those dragons clearly did not look easy to deal with, their numbers were still limited, no matter how one looked at it.

The only uncertainty lay within that enormous Death Domain—who knew whether other monsters were hidden inside it?

The upper echelon present all drew in a sharp breath.

Because at the very instant they were observing the battlefield, the massive tide of death energy suddenly began to surge and churn violently.

In the next mont, the dozen or so dragons began rapidly stacking together.

Accompanied by the influx of trendous amounts of death energy, the dragons actually started to fuse into one.

In no more than a few breaths, a colossal dragon nearly as vast as the entire Death Domain itself erged, its gigantic form looming in and out of sight within a realm shrouded in deathly aura.

The Ivorykin powerhouses had originally been considering whether they should try to intercept the Deathborn army.

But after witnessing that scene, hesitation instantly took root in their hearts.

"My heavens... can we really handle a Deathborn that powerful?"

"I think we should flee as soon as possible! There’s still ti right now—don’t hesitate!"

"Your Majesty, I believe the ti has co to leave. As long as you are still alive, we can always build an entirely new capital!"

The King of the Ivorykin stood there with a massive crown upon his head.

But at this mont, his face was ashen. One hand gripped his scepter so tightly that his knuckles nearly turned white.

"What do you an by that? From Olddean to the present Newdean, are we supposed to build yet another capital now? A New Newdean?!"

Faced with the king’s fury, the Ivorykin powerhouses all lowered their heads.

None of them wished to fight.

Least of all did they wish to face death.

Just as the atmosphere reached a deadlock, the Speaker standing at the side suddenly spoke.

"Everyone, calm down first. Matters have not yet reached the point where we must abandon the capital."

"I believe those Deathborn are not as terrifying as they appear."

As one of the few true wise n among the Ivorykin, the Speaker had always served as the stabilizing pillar of the realm.

And after hearing his words, the other high-ranking figures all fell silent.

At that mont, even the king said nothing more. Instead, he looked at the Speaker beside him with an expression of almost pleading hope.

The Speaker remained silent for a mont before finally beginning to lay out his plan.

"No matter what, we must first test these Deathborn in battle. Only then can we determine whether the strength of the Deathborn legion is sothing we can resist."

"And if it truly proves impossible to resist..."

At this point, the Speaker paused and turned to look at the king beside him.

He did not continue.

But both the king and the gathered leaders understood perfectly well what that unfinished sentence ant.

Even so, no one voiced any objection to the Speaker’s arrangent.

"Enough. No more useless talk. Commanders of the various legions, now is the ti to prove your strength. Go—defeat those Deathborn and defend the borders of our Ivorykin lands!"

In the next instant, the legion commanders present all began ordering their deputies to lead troops into battle.

As for the commanders themselves, naturally, they would remain in the palace to oversee the situation and direct the overall operation.

And of course—

if things went badly, it would also make it much easier for them to run.