In the Martial Soul City.

In front of the Pope's Hall, the guard's eyes blurred and he saw two figures suddenly appearing in front of him.

"This is...Elder Ju and Elder Ghost!" The guard was shocked and quickly saluted.

"Okay, no gift, is the Pope's Crown in it now?" Ju Douluo was too lazy to talk nonsense and went straight to the topic.

"This... the Pope's Crown has been in seclusion. Before the Pope's Crown, the Pope's Crown commanded that she must not disturb her..." The guard looked a little embarrassed.

"Has it started?" Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo looked at each other.

The two hesitated for a while, and under the influence of Bibidong's increasingly powerful power, they still had no idea of ​​disturbing them.

"By the way, the two elders, the Pope has given instructions. Once you come back, I hope you will go to the front line as soon as possible."

"Has the war begun?" Ju Douluo frowned.

"That is, at this moment, the two legions of our Martial Soul Empire have gathered on the front line, and several legions, including the Holy Dragon Legion, are also in preparation."

"Holy Dragon Legion..." Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo looked a little weird.

The Holy Dragon Legion is a large soul master legion originally composed of disciples of the Xiangjia Sect and disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect. In terms of combat power, it steadily protects two and fights one among the major legions of the Wuhun Empire.

But that was only before...

"It's a question whether the Holy Dragon Legion can be formed now..." Ju Douluo secretly complained.

The sect leader, the newly-proclaimed Douluo Tuoba Xi, died, and the sect's headquarters encountered a rare earth dragon turning over in a century. Such a big change would make him unable to handle his own family affairs for a while, so how could he still participate in external things?

Not to mention, there is still a "Knights of the Round Table" there...

No matter how they look, they don’t look like they are with the Holy Dragon Sect!

Even, maybe, the Holy Dragon Sect has now...

"The Holy Dragon Legion... can be changed to the Elephant Armor Legion..." Gui Douluo shook his head slightly.

"Okay, who is responsible for the front line now?" Ju Douluo pondered for a moment and nodded.

News about the Knights of the Round Table must be informed in a timely manner.

Since the Pope is in seclusion now, it is also a way to inform the commanders on the front line.

"It is the responsibility of the Great Elder." The guard whispered.

"Old Yu..." Ju Douluo's face looked strange.

"He knows how to command the legion?"

That old guy is older than them. He has known to play with his grandchildren every day over the years. He has such a gentle temperament and is in charge of the front line...

He knows nothing about fighting!

"Ahem, the great elder is the strongest among the front lines..." The guard said obscurely.

Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo immediately realized.

This is also a major disadvantage of the martial soul empire dominated by soul masters.

Strength is the most respected!

If it were two empires, then their commanders would inevitably have rich war experience, famous generals who can fight and fight holy wars.

But, if it is the Martial Soul Empire...

Where do they have such talents!

Moreover, such talents are generally not too strong as soul masters. Such people cannot stand out in such a somewhat deformed atmosphere as the Martial Soul Empire.

The strength is too low to convince the public!

Therefore, the commander-in-chief can only be named after the strongest, and it is not the other person's turn.

Of course, once you really encounter a need for command, most of these "commanders" are self-aware, will not mess around, and will ask about the "advisors" around you...

"Okay, it's not too late, let's go now." Ju Douluo said immediately.

As the original arrangements, when they arrive at the battlefield, the war may have begun.

At this moment, the front line of the Tiandou Empire.

In the military tent, it is rare that the master in military uniform looks a little dull when he looks at the documents in his hand.

After a while, a man lifted the curtain in.

"Xiao Gang, are you still watching? Take a break." Flander, who was also wearing a dress, said.

"No, there is still a lot to be processed..." The master pinched the bridge of his nose.

"There is no end to work, there is no need to take care of everything by yourself," Flander said lightly.

Compared to the master, he was naturally much more natural. He skillfully took out some bottles and jars under the master's position and then made tea.

When people reach middle age, they can't help but soak wolfberry in a thermos.

After taking a sip of his health tea, Flander breathed a sigh of relief.

"You guy, you are obviously my place, but you seem to be more like your master than me." The master said helplessly.

"Where is the second dragon?"

"I've got you a supplement." Flander said without looking back.

"You work overtime every day, don't eat or sleep, do you think Erlong doesn't feel distressed when he looks at it?"

"Hmph, that is, you are a soul king now, otherwise... if you were still a great soul master as before, hahaha, I think you should have been lying in bed and can't get up!" Flander snorted softly.

With the master's current workload, he is really worried that his old friend will die suddenly.

"Don't worry, I'm responsible..." the master whispered.

"You have a decent position to have a ghost!" Flander sneered.

"Now, we have done everything we should do and can do. Once the war really starts... even with our strength, we can't control anything."

"Nevertheless, I still want to do something..." the master said bitterly but firmly.

"You..." Flander put down the water cup and sighed heavily.

Since the beginning, you have always been very focused and always think that you have everything you have to bear by yourself...

"Okay, let's not talk about this..." Flander shook his head.

"Okay, you are in this position these days, and we have detailed information on the Wuhun Empire. Then, tell me honestly, what is our chances of winning in this war!" Flander straightened his back and looked solemn.

The master was silent for a moment.

"No less than 40%." After a long time, the master whispered.

"So low?" Flander frowned wildly.

"You still think it's too little?" The master's mouth moved.

"It's incredible that I can have such a chance of winning."

"Even if I don't say it, you should know the difference in combat effectiveness between our two sides."

"In terms of ordinary soldiers, we have an overwhelming advantage. With the original power of the Wuhun Hall and the small priests that depend on them, we can't match the two empires."

"However, you also know that the most powerful place in the Martial Soul Empire was never here."

"Soul Master." Flander said in a deep voice.

"Yes, soul master! This is the key to determining the outcome!" the master shouted softly.

"Now, based on preliminary statistics, the comparison of the number of soul masters between our two sides is about seven to three."

"We three, the martial soul empire seven!"

"So exaggerated?" Flander was a little shocked.

"The Wu Soul Palace has been absorbing talents openly and secretly over the years, and most of them are civilian soul masters. In addition, the lower four sects and a large number of small sects and clans... It is not an exaggeration to have such a number." The master was a little calmer.

"And, initially, as the war progresses, once we fall into a disadvantage, the proportion will increase. Those hesitant neutrals may also make decisions..."

"It's okay for a low-level soul master, but it's not unsolvable. We have excellent military talents that are not available in the martial soul empire. We can bring back many disadvantages in terms of strategy and tactics."

"But the problem is the top combat power..."

"How much difference?" Flander asked.

"From now on..." The master raised his head, his eyes seemed to have passed through the military tent, and landed in the Martial Soul Empire camp in the distance.

"The combat power of the title-selection Douluo level can barely be equal."

"After all, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect and the Seven Treasures Glazed Lith Sect are two of the top three sects. The three titled Douluo are absolutely powerful. With the assistance of Ning Fengzhi, they can almost fight against two."

"Especially Jian Douluo, he is probably the strongest man on our side now. At level 97, he really wants to fight to the death, and it is probably possible to fight one against four."

"Plus more than those from the two empires... just force it."

"That's not right. There are more than a few titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall. Although Douluo is powerful, there are not no one who can restrain him, such as the worship hall..." Flander asked in confusion.

"This is one of the reasons why we have a 40% chance of winning..." The master's face looked a little strange and puzzled.
To be continued...