After considering it for a while, Jenlyns ultimately chose to abandon expressing his thoughts.
Since he had promised to trust Hanjun, Jenlyns wouldn't press him on when he would finally make a move.
Hanjun also understood the unsaid parts of Jenlyns's words but still didn't express his stance.
Jenlyns could only sigh and scratch his head in frustration.
He was responsible for directing operations at the command center, but if he didn't have capable people to coordinate, what good was he as a commander?
Hanjun reassured him, "Don't worry; the heroes will surely complete their mission successfully."
Even though he said that, Jenlyns continued to fret, feeling this was perhaps the toughest battle he had ever fought.
The disparity in numbers and strength between the two sides was enormous.
More importantly, this battle was crucial for the survival of humanity.
If they lost, the demons would march from Ulon City to the south, and countless families would be torn apart, potentially leading to the destruction of the entire world.
Carrying such a psychological burden into battle, Jenlyns found himself questioning every action he took.
Was this step the right one?
Would it help in the upcoming situations?
Or could it cause unforeseen consequences?
Each step felt particularly difficult as he moved forward with a heavy load.
After venting to Hanjun, Jenlyns quickly returned to the command center and soon learned that the heroes who had come back were reporting their completed missions.
Due to a shortage of manpower, he was now assigning heroes to tasks.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
It had to be said that this group was quite useful, and they were completing missions remarkably quickly.
Many people were coming in and out of the rooms, and once Jenlyns finished one task, he quickly had to tackle the next.
At that moment, a hero walked in from outside, holding a bowl of something.
Jenlyns initially thought they were there to report another mission, but when he looked up, he saw what the hero was carrying.
Jenlyns shook his head, bracing himself against the table and forcing out, "I'm fine..."
He then focused on the news the guard had brought.
He had seen high-level demon races before; the Ogre Knight at the city gate was one such example.
At that time, he and over ten knights had been unable to deal with even that one high-level demon, and it was only because Butch had come to help that he managed to escape.
Now that Butch was injured and recovering, the demons were unleashing multiple high-level demons to attack the city.
This was clearly their way of thinking that, with their strength, they could definitely add some pressure to the crumbling structure of Ulon City.
Jenlyns didn't have any other thoughts; he simply felt that Ulon City was truly doomed.
They didn't even have the capability to fend off other demon races, let alone deal with a few high-level demons.
Who could possibly confront them?
Even the fearless heroes didn't stand much chance.
What could he do?
Would this city meet the same fate as before, ending in defeat?
Even if the Church of Light revived, would it change anything?
Jenlyns fell into deep thought, but the hero brought him back to reality.
"Commander, are you okay?"
Jenlyns replied with a dry throat, "I'm fine. You all should hurry back."
One hero volunteered, "Didn't the guard just say that several high-level demons had appeared? Let us go!"
Jenlyns forced a bitter smile; it seemed the heroes still didn't understand the power of these high-level demons.
If they did, they certainly wouldn't speak so lightly.
He refused their request and instructed them to return to the church quickly; perhaps Father Barry needed their assistance.
The heroes thought it was because their favorability wasn't high enough that Jenlyns didn't assign them this task.