Capítulo 1883: Chapter 613: Natural Disaster or Man-Made Calamity? (3)
“Come, come! Let’s all add fuel to the fire. I don’t believe these guys will resist eating meat. With their nature, internal strife likely won’t be a mental burden for them.” King Sal laughed heartily, drawing his longsword with a clang and hurling a red blood blade heavily into the dense cluster of Netherworld Beasts below.
Rovi and the proprietress Daisy exchanged a glance and waved fiercely to the Summer Palace’s guards.
The Arcane Beast from the Bone Union Box growled amidst the flying flesh and blood of the Netherworld Beasts, making a raucous “wah-li wah-la” sound.
From a high-altitude bird’s-eye view of the entire Bering Mountains, the vast range stretched thousands of miles like a circular arch-shaped gate, guarding the entire Saline-alkali Forest. At the foot of the mountain, the “Space-Time Rift” appeared like shrubs, one after another.
Valdeniel, the Blood-droplet Cross Knight, was moved to tears, grabbing the earth and taking deep breaths of its fresh, salty aroma.
After dreaming for ten thousand years, the feet of the Demon Clan finally set foot on their homeland once more.
The beautiful Xiang Pa and Emperor Polo will once again nourish all living beings under Nai’aozu’s benevolent brilliance.
Since last night, the Demon Clan’s vanguard has officially advanced into the Aegean. Following the backlash from the Wolf Cavalry, the once inviolable golden placard of the Demon World was ruthlessly shattered, stimulating the war machines of the three continents into action, rapidly organizing the first Holy War army like a tightly wound clock spring.
The primary task of the 200,000-strong Demon Clan vanguard is to swiftly clear the hereditary territory of Wolf, located southeast of the Donau Wasteland, upon entering the Aegean. They must quickly seize the junction of the Dorott Duchy and the Wasteland, cutting off the passage for human advancement into the Donau Wasteland—learning from the lesson of ten thousand years ago, the Demon Clan’s strategic plan this time is to first establish a foothold in Donau, set up a secure logistical base, and then advance into the Aegean Hinterland!
This is the most prudent battle plan, flawless, perfect, and stable!
As the foremost tactical commander on the Coast Contribution Continent, Valdeniel did not face any unjust punishment for the setback against the Wolf Cavalry. This time he will serve as the Chief of Staff for the vanguard, working in full cooperation with the Six-winged Heavenly King Stockton to meticulously implement the strategic steps.
“Your Majesty, look over here!” Seeing his superior approach, Valdeniel, though aged, could not help but leap with excitement, pointing around with great admiration: “What a beautiful homeland! What mesmerizing scenery! Everything here is colorful, unlike the monochrome Demon World. For the first time, I feel like my eyes are singing.” Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI~Fire.net
Though this is the poorest Saline-alkali Forest in both the Donau Wasteland and the entire Aegean, Florendo, the hometown of this Wolf, still has a unique beauty. Giant cacti and cactus trees, thirteen to fourteen meters high, are covered with bright flowers in a riot of colors. Bees buzz and butterflies dance, and pillars of salt rise from the ground, proudly piercing the sky like spears.
On the shores of the vast, misty Florendo Salt Lake, countless low houses built with white salt crystals stand; squares of salt fields form a grid, the white crystals spread across the fertile land.
Everything here is white, as if in the frost-stained capital. Among the marching ranks of the Demon Clan’s army on the Salt Crystal Avenue, even the most indifferent warrior couldn’t help but gaze around amid the officers’ laughing scolds.
“What a waste! Our rock salt is way more bitter than this water salt, yet Beamon extravagantly uses it to pave roads.” The Six-winged Heavenly King Stockton licked the salt frost on his fingers, his eyes roaming greedily as he couldn’t stop marveling.
At that moment, whether a heavenly king or a low soldier, the shock in their minds was evidently the same.
“Such a beautiful place, yet Beamon Wolf withdrew without a fight. That’s not like their style.” Several advisory officers gathered around, jokingly joining the spontaneous discussion.
“Valdeniel, immediately contact the Bone Union and invite our Demon King and the generals from the Bollywood and Hollywood Continents. I have matters to discuss with them.” The Six-winged Heavenly King ordered the Blood-droplet Cross Knight and then curiously looked at a silver-eyed advisor beside him, “My Lord Iguain, what is that you’re holding?”
“Haha…” The silver-eyed advisor was holding a branch-shaped Crystal Mist frost, dazzling and glistening like artwork under the sunlight: “I don’t know who stuck it into the salt field, but seeing its beauty, I pulled it out.”
“I think your wife would like it very much.” The Six-winged Heavenly King said with some envy, not knowing that the beautiful frosty branch stuck in the salt field would waste a whole pool of salt.
“Your Majesty, our scouts also captured some remaining Wolf inhabitants here, but most are the old, weak, sick, and disabled. Should we bring them over for questioning about enemy situations?” Valdeniel held the Bone Union Box and leaned forward to ask.
“Since Wolf has already retreated, it confirms our previous assumption was correct. The ten thousand Wolf Riders that attacked the Demon World must have done so to gain strategic buffering time, entering the Demon World out of necessity! I said it! No Aegean army is that brave! Forget it! These old, weak, and disabled are merely rural hillbillies with strong local attachments; what battle information could they possibly know!” The Six-winged Heavenly King Stockton waved his hand, “Select a few to be our guides; as for the rest…”