"Is this army forcefully recruiting? They've set their sights on me, and it's not even a backlash from Fortune?"
Sterl observed keenly. The uniqueness of this army seemed to lie in their armor; once donned, it would control the wearer, leaving them without free will.
However, the flaw of this armor was likely that it could only be fitted onto humanoid units.
Sterl was the perfect candidate.
At this moment, he seemed to recall the exploits of the Armor of the Undead army. Previously, on the frontlines, they had stormed the walls of the Blood Red Fortress, only to be decimated by a single gesture from a deity of the main world.
Sterl watched from a distance, realizing that he couldn't adopt the same reckless killing strategy as before.
