Of course, these are all just legends, and few in the Demonic Clan pay attention to whether they are true or not.
A grand and imposing army of the Human race was marching through the Dragon Tiger Corridor. Get full chapters from novelFɪre.net
These soldiers were all clad in black and red armor, riding majestic warhorses. From a distance, the weapons glinted coldly, exuding an imposing aura, resembling a black and red iron torrent, enough to awe anyone watching.
Among the troops, there were also several large carriages pulled by giant demonic beasts. The items on the carriages were covered with felt cloths, so it was unclear what they were, yet they were piled high enough to suggest they were fully loaded.
Evidently, this force was the Asura Battle Team led by the Little Demon Sovereign, which had already infiltrated deep behind enemy lines and raided several Demonic King Fortresses.
However, compared to the initial size of a single battle team, the scale of the Little Demon Sovereign’s forces had now increased several times over. As they marched, the carriages and horses rolled on, the multitude of people creating a grander spectacle than before.
Above the marching troops, a gigantic black Demonic Dragon emitting domineering Dragon Might soared through the low skies, its long whiskers fluttering with the wind as it spiraled. From afar, it appeared both majestic and elegant.
On the dragon’s back, wearing full armor and exuding an awe-inspiring presence, the smiling Little Demon Sovereign was speaking courteously to a middle-aged man: "Deputy Commander Yu Chi, with your presence, the speed at which we capture Demonic King Fortresses has significantly increased. It took us only half a month to completely capture the territories of the last fortress, which significantly bought us more time."
"Young Master flatters me. Without the cultivation from our Sovereign, how could Yu Chi Wentian have achieved today? Serving our Sovereign and Young Master with my life is my duty," the middle-aged man responded with a slight bow, maintaining a businesslike air of polite humility.
This middle-aged man, who is Yu Chi Wentian, had the classic appearance of a military man, with a square and rugged face, and his demeanor was as steadfast as a steep cliff, as imposing as a sword unsheathed. His body radiated an overwhelming evil Qi that would make any Profound Martial cultivator with a slightly weaker cultivation base tremble and their legs turn to jelly upon seeing him—a true battlefield deity.
In fact, he indeed was a "god of slaughter."
He was the Deputy Commander of the privately cultivated elite corps by the Chao Clan—the Asura Legion—and was also one of Su Huaichang’s superiors, ranking second only to the Legion Leader within the Asura Legion.
The Asura’s Third Battle Team led by the Little Demon Sovereign was merely one of the many teams in this elite corps.
This time, observing the smooth and swift conquering of cities by the Little Demon Sovereign, to maximize the conquest of more Demonic King Fortresses and plunder more resources in a short time, the Demon Lord sent Yu Chi Wentian leading multiple battle teams to aid in expanding the victories further.
Due to his special status, even the Little Demon Sovereign treated him with significant courtesy.
"Speaking of which, thanks to the recent tumult and missteps at Immortal Base No.3, which drew all attention from the Demonic Clan, giving us such a great opportunity to expand our victory," said Gong Litu, standing behind the Little Demon Sovereign, breaking the silence with another topic.
"Hahaha~ They say it’s easy to share hardships but hard to share prosperity. Who would have thought that after Immortal Base No.3 weathered the toughest phase, internal conflict would erupt right when reinforcements arrived?" mentioned Little Demon Sovereign Chao Qianjue with a confident smile, with a tinge of mockery when speaking about Immortal Base No.3.
Recently, he had consecutively captured five or six Demonic King Fortresses, significantly boosting his prestige and overshadowing Princess Su Yun of the Immortal Dynasty.
In contrast, things were falling apart at Immortal Base No.3 with constant disturbances and rampant rumors, ruining a once favorable situation.
That Wang Fugui, previously touted as a remarkable figure, now appears to be merely a scheming opportunist~
Considering the current situation, it’s uncertain how many of his achievements were genuinely his own doing~
As they were chatting.
One of his trusted aides came to report: "Young Master, our main base has sent a military order through a ’Magic Eagle Envoy,’ requesting the Young Master to personally review it."
The ’Magic Eagle Envoy’ is the highest-level order delivery system of Demonic Base No.2.
Each Magic Eagle Envoy is a Divine Power Territory cultivator who rides a Level Nine Magic Eagle. They excel in speed, stealth, tracking, and escape techniques, allowing them to deliver orders accurately, even when intercepted by Demonic Kings or Void Realm entities.
However, the Magic Shadows Envoys are very few in number, and typically, only extremely important military orders are delivered by ’Magic Eagle Envoy.’
"Oh, let me see, what does ’Lord Youshuang of Demons’ have to instruct this time?" said the Little Demon Sovereign, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes when mentioning Lord Youshuang of Demons.
Although Lord Youshuang of Demons held a high position as Commander-in-chief, he was a confidant nurtured by the Demon Lord himself, and had to respectfully address him as "Young Master."
Using unique means to open the confidential order, he carefully read it, and a cold smile crept up the corner of his mouth: "They actually want me to immediately maneuver to an appropriate position, await orders, and prepare to launch an attack on the rear of the Demon Clan Allied Army."