Rod was well aware that the actual commander of this troop was Molly.
He was really just hitching a ride, occasionally offering some special services.
Neither as the main force in battle, nor as the commander, was he.
Rod leapt up from the bed.
Molly took out a stack of clothing and a few miscellaneous items from the bag behind her and placed them on a makeshift low table.
"These were found by a team member near the huge pit."
Rod flipped through them. The clothes were very new as if they had just been taken off not long ago, while the miscellaneous items were combat items, a few Blast Fire Pots, a few Invisibility Charms, a few Short-range Blinking Charms.
He frowned suddenly, recalling the Blast Fire Pots that had exploded in the pit.
Rod said immediately.
"Doomsday believers? Or dissenters?"
Molly’s expression didn’t change, but her voice carried a trace of coldness.
"It should be the dissenters. The Fire Pots and charms are not something the Doomsday believers can easily get their hands on. Recently, the Doomsday believers have been heavily hit by the Internal Affairs Court, and they’ve all but vanished. They wouldn’t suddenly emerge at this time."
Rod sneered, "What they’ve done is no different from the Doomsday believers, these people want to detonate this monster nest and flood us with the Monster Tide."
Bewilderment flickered in Molly’s eyes. When she obtained these items, she instantly guessed their conspiracy and also knew in an instant that if it weren’t for this young man in front of her, they would have already failed.
Is this also within your calculations, Lord Theodore?
When will I have such wisdom?
Molly thought silently, speaking calmly.
"I have conveyed all of today’s information to the King, Lord Horus, His Excellency Dalin, and Lord Amendo. The Royal City will soon know that we have won a great victory and will also learn that some are trying to murder their compatriots and artificially provoke a failure in the expedition."
"This violates our initial agreement at the Supreme Council. If the Elder Council isn’t insane, they should thoroughly investigate this matter."
Rod sneered, "Don’t get your hopes up. Our only evidence is these items of clothing, and those dissenters, as long as they aren’t idiots, won’t leave too many traces that could be found."
"What’s worse, the failure of this operation doesn’t mean they will give up. This means that in addition to dealing with monsters, we also have to guard against daggers in the back."
Molly finally showed a trace of concern in her expression.
According to the latest intelligence from the Investigation Legion, the monsters in Star Town are especially difficult to deal with, including giant creatures and soulless skeletons, as well as some Nightmares.
The combat cluster setting out was not strong, yet faced such a severe challenge.
She couldn’t find a way to victory within reason.
But Rod just showed a confident smile and patted her shoulder.
"Don’t worry, little Molly, no one is better at hunting down these scum than I am. I used to kill them like chickens in the sewers, earning the title of the Doomsday Believer Terminator. Anyone who dares cause trouble, I’ll take them down one by one, or two by two if they come in pairs."
His strong confidence infected Molly, dispelling the worries and panic hidden deep in her heart.
A person who has created miracles time and again saying he could do it once more was believable, even without reasons or logic.
Molly’s demeanour turned frosty again, and with her golden glasses, she had the illusion of being a head teacher.
"Commander, please mind your language. You are not even seventeen this year, a year younger than my brother. You should address me as Deputy Commander or Miss Molly," she said.
"You’re only looking at my appearance, but I’m actually much older than you mentally. You could even call me big brother."
Molly said icily, "Premature aging is a psychological disorder, the pursuit of vanity for no reason stems from a lack of attention in the past. You need healing."
"Forget it, you’re really no fun. Is there anything else?"
"This is our battle plan."
Rod quickly finished reading and frowned, "Why are we only deploying half the people each day?"
Molly said seriously, "Commander, this is an expedition deep into the Dark World. Trolian is quite far away from us and cannot provide us with strong support. We must have sufficient reserve personnel to deal with any potential emergencies."
"More importantly, this will be a rather protracted war, not a decisive battle that ends with a single strike. We can only slowly erode Star Town and rationing the warriors’ Spiritual Energy, physical strength, and willpower is a very significant matter."
"Also, we must consider the long-term corruption of the warriors’ souls from fighting monsters in the dark, which is the most crucial consideration."
Only half the people going out each day was very disadvantageous for his plan.
But what Molly said was right.
Spiritual Energy was the physical fitness of the soul, and if overused, it recovered very slowly. Not everyone had the ability to recover quickly like him, and with his now greatly enhanced Spiritual Energy, his recovery ability also became less effective.
After pondering for a while, Rod asked, "Soul corrosion, is there a way to avoid it?"
Molly answered, "It can’t be avoided, even if we fight within the light of fires, even if we don’t come into contact with monsters and use long-range methods to eliminate them, some kind of remote Spirit Realm connection will occur. Monsters are the aggregated essence of corruption, mutation, and curses, and such a connection will inevitably lead to the pollution of your soul."