Sitting in the port of Tulum, Salian personally commanded the total annihilation of the coalition forces, especially the main forces of the elite navies of various countries.

His headquarters was not located in the port of Tulum, but in the northeast corner of the port of Tulum.

It was the only way for the armies of Lucia's vassal states to escape.

Salian's battle plan was also aimed at the total annihilation of Lucia's vassals.

In contrast, the mercenaries of the small mountainous countries in the western mountains...... Wanting to concoct them, or even punish the country they belong to, is an extremely easy thing for the Delen Empire.

Compared to the vassals of Lucia, the mercenaries were a pack of greedy wild dogs.

Wild dogs are always easy to kill.

And these vassal states are the truly hideous herds.

As long as you seize the opportunity, you have to break their backbones fiercely, and it will be more convenient to clean them up in the future.

For this 'punitive war', the greedy Lucians almost drained the armies of the dozens of vassal states that belonged to their sphere of influence east of the port of Tulum, if they could annihilate this coalition army......

Salian couldn't help but smile smugly as he looked at the three juvenile Hydras curled up together in the corner of the headquarters, digesting the flesh and blood of the Deep Sea Trolls in their bellies.

After the total annihilation of this allied army of vassals gathered by the Lucians, the east side of the port of Tulum was a smooth road.

Retracting his gaze and looking at the drawings hanging on the walls of the headquarters, Salian muttered, "At the very least, we must also kill two kingdoms and seven principalities, and conquer the territory equivalent to twenty-three provinces." ”

Picking up a blood-colored pen, Salian drew a circle on the map.

"In this way, in addition to the port of Tulum, we will have two other outlets to the sea...... Even, this Alexandria can directly threaten the southern coastal territory of the Lucian Empire. ”

"Like their masters, these vassals are poor...... But this is the result of the greed and incompetence of their kings, the Grand Dukes...... The land of these twenty-three provinces is fertile and abundant, and as long as they can be replaced by a group of capable and responsible imperial officials, they can also become a pearl of the empire for a maximum of twenty years. ”

"More importantly, with the troops of these twenty-three provinces, the empire can form two attack clusters against the hinterland of the Lucian Empire in the south and north, and achieve absolute strategic superiority."

Salian's face was a little red: "Perhaps, under my leadership......"

Sally is a strict person on weekdays.

He never daydreamed.

Never rhetoric.

But this time, he couldn't help but start imagining that if his strategic plan could be realized this time, maybe in the next ten or twenty years, when he sat on that supreme throne, he would be able to ...... Destroy the Lucian Empire?

An empire that occupies almost half of the continent of Medland, and is vast and unprecedentedly powerful.

Free the serfs of Lucia, then arm them with the ordnance of the Empire.

With the elite of the Imperial Army as the core, and these fierce and strong Lucian cattle with strong individual combat ability as auxiliaries...... By the way, plus their huge population base - the entire continent of Metland, no one can say exactly how many gray cattle there are in the Lucian Empire!

A large population base, fierce individual soldier ability, and the armament of the Delen Empire......

The perfect match!

A torrent of steel is stationed in the eastern part of Metland, and it doesn't need any Ranyin Corridor at all to make all the countries in the western part of Metland tremble!

"I can do it."

Sarian muttered to himself, "Since, they have been awakened...... Then, you will definitely be able to do it. ”

Salian glanced again at the three juvenile hydras huddled in the corner of the headquarters, their bodies shrunk to a dozen feet long.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Three juvenile hydras...... Even if they are half-bloods whose bloodlines are not very pure, the strength they possess is still beyond the imagination of mortals.

They are only juveniles, but they possess the terrifying power of almost demigods.

It's a pity that the chaos and evil of Hydra have determined that the Delen Empire does not dare to let them operate freely, and for many years, they have been sleeping under the seal of secret arts, and every few decades, the royal family of the Delen Empire will secretly wake them up once and offer them enough blood food sacrifices.

If they can be like the deep sea monster in the Ice Sea Kingdom, these little hydras can also stay awake all year round...... The strength of the Delun Empire has long been unknown to what extent.

Fawkes, Caesar the Great, Caesar Jr., and a group of Salian's henchmen gathered in the headquarters, looking at Salian muttering with a reserved smile.

As henchmen, of course, they knew Salian's battle plan.

As the most elite group of professional soldiers and staff officers of the Empire, they certainly knew how huge the benefits of the Empire would be if Salian's plan succeeded.

Those greedy robbers rushed in with endless desires.

Their corpses and blood will become nourishment and make the empire stronger.

The log-made gate of the headquarters, with heavy curtains lifted, strode in a herald in an iron-gray uniform.

"Your Highness!"

The herald quickly approached Salian.

The generals present looked at the herald, their eyes swept over his face and uniform, and then they all turned their attention.

The face is the standard Delenn look, and the uniform is not wrong, and the blood, mud and gunsmoke on the uniform are also the heralds on the battlefield.

Everything is standard, it's a standard herald!

Only the Great Caesar, as the head of Salian's guard, swept his eyes over the herald, his pupils suddenly shrank.

This command concentrated almost all the high-ranking generals of the empire in the southern region, especially Salian. This command is not an ordinary herald who should be able to enter!

Those who can enter this command center, and those who come to this command room, should at least be an operational staff officer above the colonel level!

All the news sent back by the heralds should be analyzed and appraised by those combat staff officers, and then the final results should be passed on to Salian.

This rank is just a herald for an ordinary corporal, how could he come here.

Big Caesar took a step sideways without saying a word, and he stretched out his left hand, which seemed to be going to the cup of tea on the wooden table beside Nasarian.

Salian was stunned and glanced at the Great Caesar in surprise.

This cup of tea is Salian's.

Salian doesn't have a habit of cleanliness though...... But as the head of his own guard, the big Caesar has a long braincase, so he will use Salian's tea cup to drink water?

Of course, if the Great Caesar needed it, Salian would not skimp on a cup of tea......

But this abnormal action......

Salian cooperated, taking two steps from the large battle map hanging on the wall in front of him: "Well, our next plan is ......"

The herald continued to approach Salian.

Caesar Jr., Fawkes, and a few other veteran generals also reacted to Caesar's unusual movements.

Quietly, they moved one after another, and in an instant they switched their positions, surrounding the heralds who had invaded the headquarters in the center.

Without any warning, Caesar drew the knight's heavy sword at his waist, and slashed at the herald's waist with a fierce sword.

The rune heavy sword spewed out a cold light, and sticky black mist jumped on the blade.

The blade of the sword broke through the air and made a strange 'hiss' sound.

The herald sighed, and he stretched out his right hand, his thumb and forefinger sticking out, and a heavy sword caught in the hand of the great Caesar.

'Ding'!

As if it was being held by a heavy vice, Caesar's sword suddenly froze in the air, and Caesar's sword with all his strength was actually gently grasped by this unremarkable herald with two fingers.

"Can you tell me how I was exposed?"

The herald looked at Caesar curiously.

Then, without waiting for the Great Caesar to answer, he had already looked at the rank of corporal on his shoulder: "Ah, this rank is not right, it seems that entering here requires a certain rank limit?" ”

"But if I take out a high-ranking officer who comes in here...... With the quality of the Delun Imperial Army, you guys, I'm afraid you can remember the appearance of any lieutenant in the army clearly, right? ”

"Making a human skin mask, that disgusting method, I won't use it...... Therefore, exposure is inevitable. ”

The herald sighed, and he shook his head at Salian, who had turned around, "In that case, I just wanted to kill you alone...... Now, please all of you, die! ”

The herald said the word 'disgusting' in his mouth, and countless fist-sized pustules bulged out of his skin.

The dark green transparent pustules burst, and black tentacles the thickness of thumbs erupted from the pustules with a piercing whistle, like countless spears, stabbing towards the many high-ranking Empires in the headquarters.

Caesar abandoned his sword, clenched his fist, and spewed out electric light with his heavy fist, striking hard at the tentacle that was stabbing at him.

The electric light and tentacles on his fist shattered on the spot at the slightest touch, and the unstoppable force struck, the bones of the two arms of the Great Caesar shattered inch by inch, and he screamed in pain, and was knocked away by the blow of the two tentacles, and his body sank deep into the headquarters wall made of logs with a diameter of a few feet.

The entire command shook violently.

More than a dozen Imperial generals reacted only one step slower than the Great Caesar, and in the face of the rapidly stabbing tentacles, they moved their bodies dangerously and dangerously, avoiding the fatal point.

The tentacles pierced their bodies, penetrating flesh and bones, bringing up large patches of blood.

Caesar Jr., Fawkes, and the others were stronger and quicker, and they dodged the tentacles' shots and launched a counterattack against the heralds with all their might.

Salian smashed the ceiling of the headquarters with a single punch, and a large hole was opened in the roof of three layers of logs and fifteen feet of rammed earth, and Salian let out a sharp roar, his arms rolled up in the wind, and three juvenile hydras rushed out of the hole.

The herald cursed in a low voice.

Seven or eight tentacles almost grazed the bottom of Salian's boots, almost hurting Salian's body.

Salian had already rushed out of the headquarters with three small hydras, and the herald could no longer care about killing the Imperial generals in the headquarters, and with a hoarse scream, he rushed out after Salian.