Ackerman sighed deeply and said dejectedly, "I understand. I'll go inform them now."

Soon, all the shamans and commanders of the Holy Crusade gathered in the tent.

Everyone already knew the cause and effect of the failure of this operation, and almost everyone's face was filled with anxiety and fear.

Cumberland walked up to the black dragon statue and said to everyone, "I think we all owe His Majesty an explanation."

After saying this, Cumberland placed his palm on the statue, and the next second, his consciousness was directly sucked into the soul space.

The giant dragon, perched atop the snow-capped peak, squinted as it surveyed everything below.

The appearance of Cumberland seemed to be exactly as the dragon had expected, and it did not surprise him in the slightest.

Cumberland hesitated, then said, "Your Majesty..."

Todd raised his dragon head: "You don't need to say anything."

Raising his dragon claw, Todd pulled everyone in the tent into his soul space, his dark golden dragon eyes staring at them without uttering a word.

Under the dragon's gaze, the members of the Crusader knelt on the ground in fear, loudly repenting for their sins.

Ignoring their words, Todd raised his dragon claw again, and another batch of souls entered the space and stood before everyone.

Upon closer inspection, people realized that all the souls were orcs, the very same Crusader soldiers who had recently died in battle.

Todd flapped his dragon wings, and a huge black vortex several kilometers long appeared in the sky, with faint sounds of thunder coming from within.

"Come on, I'm going to take you somewhere."