Chapter 736 - 721: The First Battle
Rolling yellow sand, the Great Desert covered in desolate smoke.
The battle between the Demons and Devils suddenly erupted at dusk, those Devils attacked the fortress like madmen!
The Devils sensed the intention of the Minotaur Chieftain, who was amassing troops, and in a few short days, due to the Minotaur’s prestige and some allies’ support, more and more Demons and dark creatures arrived here.
This made the Devils feel somewhat troubled, as they knew if they didn’t quickly resolve this battle, their side would face gradually increasing pressure, and perhaps, even defeat!
War needs no announcement.
Once the decision was made, the Devils fired the first shot of this blood battle!
A stench pervaded the air.
The battle began!
This made some Demons lose themselves, they might die in this battle, or they might shatter the enemy’s skull, but either outcome filled them with a true sense of frenzy!
Terror and joy mixed together, causing a group of Timid Demons to lose control of their bowels, suddenly surrounded by excrement!
That’s right!
The Timid Demons lost control of their bowels!
The Demons’ minds are incomprehensible, because some Demons are elated by the coming battle, while others are terrified!
The Devils’ first wave of attack deployed around ten thousand troops, prompting the Demons to adjust, forming a legion of fifty thousand including Timid Demons, Frenzy Demons, and dark creatures to face this force!
Occupying the fortress, why not defend it?
More often than not, the fortress is merely a facade, a decorative structure. To the Demon Lord, defending the city signifies cowardice; only by facing the enemy head-on can one’s strength and valor be demonstrated!
In such circumstances, near eighty percent of Demon Lords would not use the method of defending the city; more often, they would personally break down the fortress gates, choosing the masculine way to win this victory.
The Abyss is such a place that defies common logic!
Even more terrifying things followed, a group of frenzied Demons gathered together; due to the collision, the Demons started fighting amongst themselves, swinging sharp claws at their fellows, blood splattering, thousands of Demons died in this pitiful posture mere tens of meters from the enemy.
Clearly, the enemy was right in front, but the Demons began a self-slaying spree. In an instant, chaos reigned, with blood and broken limbs soaring into the sky.
Flora looked expressionless, her patience had long been exhausted.
Her despair over Demon intelligence was evident; no, perhaps it’s not only the commander’s fault, as when tens of thousands of Demons gathered together with similar appearances, the formation was likely to be disrupted.
Flora’s legion had already scattered during the charge, by now, fewer than three hundred Demons followed her, this was blood battle!
No wonder, even with a tenfold disadvantage, the Devils could repeatedly win; if not for their numbers, the Demons might have long been subjugated by the Devils!
A bunch of foolish creatures!
Flora had never before yearned for an orderly battle!
Compared to the Demons, human battles are a form of art; countless formations gather, first with Demon and Martial Cannons, then fortified gunfire, leading to professionals handling the final actions; everything orderly, yet here is like a marketplace, chaos abundant!
Flora was aware, in these times, she could rely only on herself!
The battle was intensely fierce!
Both sides mixed into a fight, Demon madness quickly ignited by blood!
However, the Devils would not sit idly by; compared to Demons, they were symbols of destruction, even if their formation was basic, it was already enough against a mindless flock of Demons!
This moment, the Devil Legion transformed into a meat grinder, advancing bit by bit, leaving behind ground strewn with shattered limbs!
"Too weak, these insects are simply too weak," a Devil murmured, even a trace of disappointment in his tone.
Blood.
Because of its abilities, it needed more blood to maintain its strength; to its companions, the mixed battle seemed a disaster, but to it, an eagerly awaited event.
The "Devil’s" body began to transform, like peeling old wall paint, its skin slowly fell off, within seconds, it became a crimson corpse.
The most shocking thing was, despite lacking skin, its blood didn’t flow onto the ground; instead, like viscous liquid, clung to its body.
Blood Devil!
A powerful Devil that could manipulate blood!
As the Blood Devil gradually approached the formation, a shrill cry came from the side.
It was a Frenzied Minotaur, the very officer who arranged work for Flora yesterday, as the Chieftain’s confidant, he was the commander of this attack.
The patrolling Minotaur, seeing the Blood Devil’s horrific form, immediately reacted as if facing a formidable foe, trying to stop its advance.
The Blood Devil’s form was terrifying, without any skin, blood vessels and muscles were exposed to the Minotaur officer, more dreadful than a Ghoul, sending chills.
Ignoring him, the Blood Devil seemed not to see him, still moved forward.
The Minotaur, as if facing a great enemy, raised the Totem Pillar and smashed it toward the Blood Devil!
Facing this thick Totem Pillar, the Blood Devil, his blood-red eyes held no trace of fear, only a calm yet to the limit, bloodthirsty killing intent.
"Hoo..."
A faint sound.
Suddenly an air tear opened like a vertical mirror surface!
Following...
The Blood Devil transformed into blood spots, swiftly fleeing into the tear!
The whole process happened incredibly fast!
By the time people reacted, the tear had closed completely, disappearing without a trace.
Had the Blood Devil’s figure not vanished, the Minotaur would not believe a spatial tear had appeared here!
"What’s going on?"
The Minotaur officer widened his eyes, desperately searching, when "snap" followed by darkness, his head shattered like a broken watermelon, turning to a mess!
This Demon Legion’s commander, the Minotaur officer seen yesterday!
Just like that lost his life, fell into a pool of blood.
In the panicked crowd, a pair of beautiful eyes watched the entire battle.
Flora saw the Minotaur struggling but didn’t intervene; she needed to rise, seek the Chieftain’s attention, require a true army.
Due to the officer, all seemed out of Flora’s reach, since when the battle ended, the Chieftain saw only his confidant, possessing eighty percent of the merit for commanding the war.
But now, he was gone.
No longer blocked in Flora’s path, as a member of the Cat Race who learned from Chen Feng, Flora had long transformed from the once pure and upright Master of Fist into the cunning and ruthless Demon Lord she now was!