"He's building roads again? And fortifying a city?!"
Within the barrier, the Phantom Queen let out a sharp scream, anxiously scratching her head.
"What's wrong with this guy? How much does he like building roads? Does he have some obsession with road construction and fortifications?"
The Shadow Lord's voice trembled a bit: "Let me guess, is he going to start planting magic mushrooms on the newly occupied land next?"
"...Very likely."
The Singer looked at the enemy who had begun to labor wildly, feeling somewhat at a loss for what to do.
Moments ago, they suffered a great loss in the skirmish on the plains.
Now, with this impenetrable barrier and five gods on their side,
if the enemy dared to attack forcefully, their fate would certainly be disastrous.
Perhaps, they could turn the tables just now!
At least, they could make the casualty rate between friend and foe look less hopeless.
