638 Steal (1/2)
Golden Lake Reservoir.
This was located in March—the central area of the Lowton defense line. It was surrounded by broad plains.
Due to its location, it had become a large battlefield for the northern and southern armies.
At the moment, numerous tanks and land infantry were occupying the space. Both armies deployed large quantities of soldiers, and without calculating any of their losses or manpower, they conquered strongholds and upland areas, one by one. In the trenches, shot marks intersected, and corpses were scattered everywhere as if it was a huge meat grinder.
”As expected… war is the art of extermination that humans are best at!”
Among the northern troops, where the Masters were in control, Urias wore wealthy clothes and wore a white wig made from sheep's wool. He looked at the scene and couldn't help but convey that.
Even if Evil Demons performed blood offerings every day, it was, at most, a small town consisting of only a few thousand.
However, in these kinds of battles, hundreds of thousands and even more humans were easily killed and attacked. It was basically the most powerful blood and flesh millstone.
”If I was the commander, I would've given up the unified plan long ago and allowed the Evil Demons everywhere to fight in order to decrease the number of humans…”
Urias sighed silently in his heart when he saw what happened.
Unfortunately, he was still born as a Demon Hunter. Even when he became an Evil Demon, he couldn't gain much trust and, needless to say, the rights to lead.
Moreover, after his revenge, he had also gone into a strange state of emptiness.
Recently, he often thought about what the differences were between the humans controlling the mainland, and the time of the Dark Empire.
If Fang Yuan was present, he would be able to sensitively discover that Urias's hate was only directed at the Sacred Weapon holders and Demon Hunter Union.
At the moment, he had achieved his great revenge and had immediately lost his goals. He had even begun to sympathize with the humans.
If it wasn't for the one thing that he had yet to complete, he might've already chosen to flee.
”Sir!”
Accompanied by the deafening sounds of gunfire, a stray bullet landed near the campsite, causing the tents used by the troops to be covered in an additional layer of mud.
A Master rushed over. ”The enemy's strategy is very vicious. Our northern allied forces cannot hold on for much longer; Sirs, please allow us to strike immediately!”
”I understand!”
Urias couldn't help but sigh once.
Based on the arrangements of the Evil Demons, and the means of the Masters, dark power had easily controlled a few northern kingdoms and the rights to govern for large quantities of lands. They had occupied half of the mainland.
Even though the Demon Hunter Union was destroyed, in March—at the Lowton defense line, they were met with stubborn resistance.
This wasn't only because of the consensuses among the southern countries, but it was also because of the northern countries being weak, internally.
Ordinary people might not care who was governing them, but they would definitely care about dangers to their lives!
After the announcement from all the southern countries, everyone in the mainland knew about the matters of the Night Family Clans at the moment, and they even knew that they ate humans as a food source!
Although the Masters were much more suitable for governing a country, this was only on the surface.
Internally, they were similarly influenced by chaotic will and would occasionally become insane—relying on people like this to properly govern such a huge country was no different from daydreaming.
After the southern side resisted firmly, this sort of influence instantly exploded, causing the northern troops to be left with little fighting spirit—fighting for themselves and fighting for man-eating monsters, were two completely different experiences.
”Let's go!”
Urias looked at the sky; the sun was setting, the orange-red sky looked like blood. ”Tonight… is good weather for killing humans.”
…
”Nighttime is arriving soon; darkness is the best cover for Evil Demons' movements.
Within the southern camp, Fang Yuan looked at the sky, and his expression was similarly grave. ”Allow every general to enter the refugee room, separately. Control the troops through the telegram and allow the Evil Demon Hunters to take over the core defense.”
This time, it was the military campaign that would decide on the luck of the south and north. He had a prediction that the heavily injured ”Chaos” and ”Evil” Evil Demons would come out of their nests.
”Even so, they're only here in search of death!”
Fang Yuan smiled coldly, silently anticipating.
”We're entrusting everything to you guys.”
General Soro bowed low and left quickly, following an Evil Demon Hunter.
Even though he had already changed his profession, at the moment, he was still unable to withstand a single blow in front of an Evil Demon.
”Without the Mother of Reproduction, the reproduction speed of the Night Family Clans becomes a problem. After tonight, I'm afraid that they'll decline and fall…”
Fang Yuan's face remained emotionless. Suddenly, he touched his shoulder.
As if a curtain was removed, a black gun muzzle appeared.
Using Ternetheo's skin to wrap the gun, Monster Sob, and bring it along truly was an excellent concealment method.
Last time, the unlucky Elder Master, Old Santos, was ensnared by this method.
Tonight, who knew how many Evil Demons would die?
Fang Yuan stood at the highland of the campsite, looked into the distance towards the barracks in the dark forest and laughed coldly.
…
This time, the moment that the Evil Demons decided was beyond the expectations of the Evil Demon Hunters.
They didn't initiate their surprise attack during midnight—when it was the darkest. Instead, they chose the darkness just before dawn.
Whoosh!
A ball of flames exploded in the campsite, and it was followed by the cries of soldiers. ”Evil Demons!!!”
A large metal door appeared, and group by group, Night Family Clan members gushed out from the door. Immediately, there were many tall demon figures visible.
”Keke… Why are the Evil Demons' brains so deadpan? No creativity whatsoever!”