Chapter 355 (1/2)

Chapter 355: Miracles

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The group of people stared at her, dumbfounded. After a long silence, the prince cleared his throat and asked, “Isn’t the red fog extremely toxic? There’s no way for us to approach it right?”

“It’s only toxic to witches. According to the Quest Society’s research, normal humans, plants and animals can all survive underneath the red fog. In addition, fire can speed up its rate of dispersion,” Agatha plainly replied.

“Weren’t you the one who said even normal people could fight the Devils? Well, prove it for me to see! The winged hybrids can be lured away by our flying witches,” She said as she pointed to Tilly, “The rest of the people can stand by waiting for us to rouse the devils and lead them into a trap. If what you said is true, taking this stronghold should be a piece of cake.”

Roland chuckled and shook his head, “I forgot to mention this earlier, this investigation trip was done via hot air balloon, not the flying witches you assumed — this kind of flying device can only carry a dozen people, I’m afraid there’s no way we can carry a whole troop of normal soldiers. In addition…” he paused, “This plan you came up with is highly susceptible to risk. We have no idea just how many devils are lurking around. Close quarters combat will result in casualties, not to mention the dangerous job of luring the Devilbeasts. I refuse to put my people in such danger.”

“How could anyone have a foolproof plan for fighting the devils?” Agatha fumed. “Every time the Blessed Army mobilized its people in the past, everyone went in with the expectation of a bitter battle to the death. As I thought, he’s delusional! In order to achieve an end goal, casualties are an eventuality. Only a naive rookie who’s never experienced the cruel reality of war would worry so much about every single individual life.”

Though extremely disappointed, she still controlled her feelings, managing to hide her doubts. In the afternoon, after attending his presentation of this so-called new weapon, everything will become clear.

Only now, Agatha no longer harbored any real expectations.

They were just a prince who’s only fought before on paper, a bunch of witches with support abilities, and finally some fragile and useless ordinary mortals. Even with the most powerful of weapons, how strong could they possibly be?

Perhaps from the moment the Union collapsed, humanity had already been destined for destruction.

“You often spoke of the Battle of Divine Will, why do you call it that? Isn’t it simply a war to repel the devil invasion,” Roland took a new piece of paper, raised his quill and asked.

That’s what everyone called it. The history books never recorded the initial reason for the war,” Agatha answered in a disheartened tone, “It’s not wrong to call it a war to repel the invasion, after all, the devils did only come to the Land of Dawn from the stone gates…”

“What stone gates?” Scroll couldn’t help but interrupt.

“The Gates of Hell that rose from the ground.” Agatha sighed. “On the eve of the Bloody Moon, the Gates of Hell shall open, engulfing the world we know. That’s what was written in the history books — either way, these damned stone gates would appear every few hundred years. The first horde of devils used them to come to the Land of Dawn and rabidly attempted to murder us all.”

“So the pattern of their invasions is also related to this?”

“They needed the red fog to survive, in order to leave the fog they had to depend on their own handheld reservoirs — the leather pouches, metal containers and demonic beast hide tanks. This is also the reason we were even able to have the second or third Battles of Divine Will. Only when the stone gates appeared could the devils build their fog generating Obelisks, which were usually taller than even mountains and had a wide area of diffusion. A single one is enough to cover the entire Fertile Plains,” she explained slowly.

“If another Battle of Divine Will erupts, the devils will definitely construct an Obelisk in the middle of the plains to serve as their base. After it’s complete, they’ll use their fortresses at the boundaries of the fog to initiate their attack. This time, I’m afraid there’s nowhere left for humanity to run.”

“If that day comes, everyone can at least escape to Fjords to weather the storm.” Tilly shrugged her shoulders.