The Fourth Prince stared in amazement at the bodies of Lancaster Soldiers, still emitting black smoke, his disbelief deepening in his brown eyes.
"Your Highness, it seems that all of these are the tricks of that despicable scum from another world!"
Old Stone gritted his teeth, his somber face darkening as he slowly spoke, "Although I guessed that the despicable Mr. Lane would mix the real legion with the phantom legion, I never expected that he would disguise my own legion to look like the Commercial Land Army!"
"But how did he manage to do it?!"
The Fourth Prince didn't even have time to be annoyed, as his expression remained baffled.
"With so many phantom legions created, how could the enemy still have the strength to confuse an entire one of our legions and disguise it with Illusion Technique? Even a Fifth-order peak Illusionist couldn't achieve that!"
Meanwhile, as the Fourth Prince and his companions fell into a dilemma once more.