Hearing this, Duolai knew that the two families had been fighting for many years, so they must have fought before. He nodded and said slowly, "My clone is not strong enough. It is just an ordinary clone. Wait ten minutes and I will transfer the Xuan Corpse Bug clone over."

This clone is made up of a part of a scarab. It only has a shell and no power. It is in the imperial capital just for the convenience of reading books. In fact, it does not have much power.

Everyone looked at him and said nothing.

Everyone has a clone, but no one is so powerful.

After the discussion, Dolai raised his eyebrows slightly after understanding some of the situation.

The Glory Empire fought one against two and actually won the victory by relying on that fusion energy device. Now it is advancing into the opponent's empire. The expansion of the empire's territory does not actually matter to him, but he feels inexplicably happy.

The Bright Empire had caused him trouble before, but now he failed to beat them back and was beaten back instead. He felt inexplicably happy, so he agreed immediately.

The Empire of Light will definitely dispatch high-level forces, so it is understandable that people like him will go there to support them. Dispatching two ninth-level warriors is almost unprecedented in the history of the Empire of Glory.

Sending out six level nine warriors at once is a very rare thing for an empire. It is not known whether the empire has any more level nine warriors. This is definitely a big event.

The people were also very enthusiastic about fighting against the two empires. After all, it represented merit, title, and future status. However, the battlefield was tragic, and whether they could return was another matter.

The imperial capital was unusually peaceful, and several families were not causing trouble, which made the imperial royal family very relieved.

Grabbing credit and grabbing merit has become the theme of the imperial nobles. Even many level six and level seven are not in the imperial capital at this time, but have gone to the front line. Especially the young people, they are the main group grabbing credit.

Ten minutes later, the clone of the Xuan Corpse Worm came to the outside of the imperial capital and joined Stanley and Comps, heading southeast, while the other three headed southwest and soon disappeared into the sky.

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"Damn it, let me out. Mental pollution, I am the god of mental pollution. You actually use this to deal with me. Damn it."

In the narrow space, the evil god was furious, but he had to devote some of his mental energy to deal with the mental pollution.

If it was normal mental pollution, the fragments of evil power, he would have directly absorbed it and it would have turned into his own power. However, the mental pollution released by Dolai was similar to the distracting thoughts of prayer in the church, which would affect the purity of the evil god's mental power if absorbed. He was just an incarnation, without the godhead, and could not transform such distracting thoughts. Once contaminated, he could only get rid of them.

The miscellaneous thoughts that Dole uses are very interesting, including those of light belief, dark belief, and other messy beliefs. Anyway, they just don't pollute the orthodox spirit.

Killing, darkness, evil, filth, none of them, just the mumbling of various prayers.

This thing is nothing at first, just like the wind passing by one's ears at that time, but it is a different story when combined with mental power. It will penetrate into the mental willpower of the evil god and consume his original mental power.

However, this consumption is far from ideal. Dole observed for about a month and found that only less than one percent of the energy was consumed.

According to the current situation, he needs to reduce the opponent to one tenth of its current strength before he can be sure of swallowing it.

This would take several years, so he was in no hurry.

During this period, he can also capture other evil gods. The seeds have been placed, and he is just waiting for the enemy to take the bait.

He actually wanted to capture the Messenger of Light and the Messenger of Darkness, but that would make it easy for him to be hunted down by the entire church, and maybe angels would descend, so he decided to give up.

God's messenger and angel are two different things. God's messenger is a slightly more powerful creature, but angel represents a part of the broken godhead of the true God and is extremely powerful. Although this world does not allow angels to descend, if they really come down by force, it will be extremely terrifying and invincible.

No matter how the evil god's clone cursed or tormented him, Duolai had only two words in mind: no matter what, just let him torment him.

The border between the Glorious Wizarding Union and the Holy See of Light.

The fortresses of both families were not in much better condition. The middle area was filled with smoke and the land looked like a ruin, with a thick layer of the ground being scraped away.

On the dark brown ground, there are still broken limbs, various weapon fragments, and burning wood chips, as if to show the world the tragedy here.

The earth is in chaos and devastation, this is the true portrayal of the two fortresses.

When Dolai flew over, he took a quick look and felt that the resentment and death energy here was particularly heavy. If some evil wizards practiced here, it would definitely be twice as effective with half the effort.

The fortress of the Glory Wizard Union was in a better condition, but a big hole had been punched in the dark fortress in the distance. The army of the Glory Empire had already crossed the middle and was approaching the city opposite. The most amazing thing was the magic group of the Glory Wizard Union. At this time, they had nearly twenty wizard towers of level five or above, suspended in the air, confronting the Light Judgment Army of the Light Empire opposite.

Dolai felt the power of the energy-gathering wizard formation on these twenty or so wizard towers. That meant that each wizard tower had a wizard energy source of nearly level nine, and it was almost impossible for the energy to be cut off.

The Holy See of Light will definitely lose this time.

Dole and the other two did not go to the fortress, but floated in the sky above the fortress, looking coldly at the opposite side.

In the Holy See of Light, there are four level nine masters, and they seem to be ready for battle.

Duolai glanced into the distance, then asked softly, "It's customary for people above level eight not to take action. What are they doing here at level nine? Do they want to take action?"

Comps smiled proudly, "They are anxious. They are afraid that we will attack their empire. Once the fortress is destroyed, they will most likely take action."

Although it was not the first time Stanley and Dole met, he did not have any extra cooperation relationship with Dole, nor did he know each other well. At this time, Stanley said cautiously, "The fortress is the bottom line. I guess they can't help it, but as long as we are here, they won't take action. If they do, Wizard Dole, we will take action. At that time, I hope you can..."

Dole glanced at Stanley, then at Comps, and nodded, saying, "Yeah." He then glanced at Comps, and raised his eyebrows, "Lord Comps has made some progress recently. Has his strength improved a little bit?"

Comps was a little embarrassed. When Dole was level eight, he looked down on Dole. But now Dole is at the peak of level nine. At level nine, he is almost not even qualified to talk to him.

At this time, he sighed slightly and said, "My little progress is nothing compared to Wizard Dolai. Now the empire has to rely on you." He immediately put down his attitude.

Dole had no intention of criticizing him, he was just asking casually. In the wizarding world, strength was everything, and he had the strength to look down on everyone else. In fact, sometimes, seeing them nodding and bowing in the face, he felt quite uncomfortable.

What he needs is someone with whom he can have an equal dialogue, not a bunch of flatterers.

Stanley looked at the two of them, not knowing what riddle they were talking about. He glanced forward and said, "Tomorrow is the final date for the attack. The eight legions of the Southeast Military Region, together with the twelve battalions of the Glory Wizard Alliance, will attack the opponent's fortress together. It will probably be broken through within a day. By then..."