The Conglomerate is the God of War

Big Win

What are we supposed to do? We can do nothing but retreat. We should back off as much as we can.."

"Yes... Marshal, give the order. Hunga and Pantheon should not be faced simultaneously. Back off! Or it'll be late."

The commanders in the Giant Realm and King Realm were bathed in cold sweat in the conference room of the headquarters of the Eagle Defense Department. Their eyes were filled with endless fear and despair as there was no chance of winning. All of Lannion's top soldiers and the Demod Defense Department had been killed.

"Go! Hurry along!" the commander no longer hesitated. Instead, he immediately gave the order to disperse. He did not care about anything, nor did he care about the large amount of resources in the headquarters. They only hoped to use this resource to drag the feet of Hunga and Pantheon.

However, they still miscalculated. The war in the world has changed. No matter how significant the strategic resources were, they could not compare to proficient warriors.

Ten minutes later, the night had passed, and a beam of light appeared in the distance. Nearly two hundred Divine Soldiers, the King Warrior, Giant, and Half Leviathan stopped desperately. Although everyone was unwilling to accept it, they dropped the weapon and raised their hands awkwardly.

Because they are blocked in all directions. More than 20 Giant, 100 Peak Kings, 2,000 Divine Soldiers from the Pantheon, as well as dozens of Giant, over 100 Warrior Kings, were, and countless Divine Soldiers from Hunga surged from all directions.

Moreover, over a hundred thousand Hunga soldiers who conquered the entire Z8 Alliance surrounded them step by step. Meanwhile, countless armed helicopters under the light rumbled from afar.

Facing the encirclement of countless Hunga warriors, the uncomfortably strong Eagle Defense Department commander gave up desperately. If they continue, the end will be the same. There's no point in kicking that prick. That doesn't make any sense.

Jack's wearing an emerald tabard. He has blue eyes and yellow hair. Surrounded by Hunga and Pantheon soldiers, he tidied up his clothes and took a deep breath. Then, he looked at the soldiers in front of him and said, "I am Jack, the eighth commander of the Eagle Defense Department! I announce that we are giving up. Marshal Gilbert Yellen, head of the Hunga and Outer Area Warfields, please come out. I want to see you."

After Jack finished his words, Gilbert came out from the separated soldiers. Dressed in armor, Gilbert, the old marshal of the Hunga and Outer Territory Battlefields, was also in a bad state, with patches of dirt and blood on his face, and his tabard broke. He took a deep breath and walked towards Jack, with his serious face and peak primary-level spiritual aura rising to the sky.

At this moment, Gilbert was dumbfounded. It was the greatest glory of his entire life! He had been guarding the Outer Region Battlefield for decades for Hunga, and every year was extremely difficult. He carefully handled the suppression of the Z8 Alliance led by the Lannion Defense Department. He never thought that he would be there! He will receive marshals from the world's top department, the surrender of the Eagle Defense Department.

Not only was Gilbert excited, even the 10,000 warriors who had survived the final battle were excited as well. There is nothing more pleasant than accepting the surrender of the enemy. After all, they had been fighting on this battlefield for decades.

Finally, they got results.

"King of Massacre,

Mr. Shaw is not here. But the Pantheon has contributed a lot to victory in this battle. Now, I invite you to accept the surrender of the Department of Defense Eagle with me!"

After he finished speaking, the veterans and officers of Hunga behind him, who had fought for many years, agreed with him. They nodded their heads, waiting for Albert's answer. Yes, even though the Pantheon had risen in such a short period of time, they had helped Hunga fight in the Outer Region Battlefield for five years!

Many Pantheon warriors have lost their lives in the past five years. Last time, the Z8 Alliance, a total of over 400,000 troops and around two thousand top warriors (counted from Divine Soldiers) took part in the battle. In the face of a desperate situation, Pantheon joined in without hesitation. Tyler, Lord of the Pantheon, fights the Four Kings and three thousand common soldiers. As a result, about one fifth died! The loss is heavy.

Therefore, at this moment, all the Hunga warriors, whether they were generals or ordinary warriors, recognized the Pantheon from the bottom of their hearts. A force in the Outer Region Battlefield that did not belong to Hunga became the most elite legion in Hunga, the legion that blocked the front line!

However, Albert shook his head as everyone in Hunga looked forward to hearing 'Yes'. After which, he smiled and bowed to Gilbert, saying, "General Yellen, this glory is only yours. It only belonged to the souls of countless heroes who died in the Outer Region Battlefield over the past few decades. It belongs to everyone." soldier Hunga!

General Yellen, the war is over. We still have a lot of things to do. Goodby. I have received a message from my master. He's on his way back ..."

Albert did not hesitate to turn around and leave after he finished his words. Pantheon soldiers followed him. Some are intact. Some are in a sad state. Others were badly injured and helped.

"Greetings!" Behind Gilbert, Skylar, Reed, and Jim saw them off and shouted. Then, all the Hunga warriors behind Pantheon saluted them.

As for the Three Kings and the thousands of Pantheon's top warriors, their bodies trembled; their eyes were wet. It was a friendship that emerged from a battle together on the battlefield! Then, the Three Kings took a deep breath and said to their soldiers loudly, "All the Pantheon soldiers, turn around and salute!"

Within a second, all the Pantheon warriors turned around and paid their respects to the hundreds of thousands of Hunga warriors.

Ten minutes later, Pantheon was gone. It was not that they did not want to share this glory with Gilbert and his comrades. The truth is they can't take it for granted! If Tyler were here, he wouldn't have accepted the invitation. And so did Albert.

It was because in the harsh environment of this Outer Region Battlefield, Pantheon, including Tyler, had only been fighting here for five years. As for Gilbert and the 100,000 soldiers they had guarded here for decades.