The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

He thought that taste was quite something.

In that remote and closed-off little village, waiting for the lord's servants to feed him like livestock, he probably wouldn't taste this in his entire life.

Nor would anyone share mysterious stories of Prince Colin and Princess Erin by the campfire with him.

Life now might not be perfect.

But he didn't want to lose it.

Perhaps every silent soldier around him thought the same—

Want to take all this away?

Then exchange it with your head!

On the riverbank, the rickety little boats finally came to a complete stop, and the rebels came ashore with their supplies.

The officers loyal to the King and the Earl finally noticed the corpses and blood floating on the river.

Everyone was shocked, but it was, after all, someone else's blood, far from enough to deter the greed in their hearts.

Thousands of recruits, under the orders of their officers, assembled into a formation every Campbell knew so well.

That was a formation Mi Xi was familiar with too.

Flying in the sky, she seemed to be awakened by a fearful memory, shivering and huddling in the low clouds, afraid to come out, allowing the cold wind to batter her.

Don't even mention mere Silver Level—

Even a Diamond Level powerhouse would have to weigh the odds of facing such a fierce will condensing from everyone between the two opposing armies.

The drummer's beat began, dull and oppressive, urging the assembled rebels to move forward.

They were ready to retaliate, yet unaware that their opponent had deliberately let them gather together...

The era had changed.

The Centurion beside Laman didn't hesitate for a moment.

The logisticians had placed ammunition boxes at the feet of his lads, and not far away, friendly troops were already assembled.

The military knife in his hand swung forward again, giving his lads the first and only command.

"Fire suppression—"

"Open fire!"

In December of the Aus Calendar 1053, this was destined to be a Winter Moon the Campbell people would remember.

Standing at the crossroads of destiny, the first hundred-man team of the Campbell Seventh Chiliarch loyal to the Duke opened a firepower unmatched by the Old Continent against a certain recruit battalion of Baron Lukeville.

On the river beach, those equally battle-hardened young men hadn't even had time to lift their flintlock guns before being shattered by wave after wave of raining bullets.

This could no longer be called a war—

It was a complete massacre.

"Bang!"

Laman mechanically pulled the trigger, the gunstock battering his shoulder painfully. He didn't pause, his cold-stiff fingers skillfully pulling the lever and stuffing the equally frozen paper cartridge into the barrel.

"Ding—"

"Whizz—!"

A stray bullet grazed Laman's cheek, leaving a burning blood trail.

That was probably fired by some soldier accidentally as he died, as no commander would give a fire order at this range.

He was unaware, his entire focus on the metal lever in his hand, praying to Saint Sis with unprecedented devotion.

The rebel Commander across was utterly stunned.

Nobody had ever seen such firepower; they continued to use old tactics out of habit, firing upon reaching the range...

But within just a breath, several of their battalions were wiped out, leaving behind only a mass of indistinguishable corpses.

Finally unable to bear the fear in his heart, the rebel Chiliarch commanding the battle let out a roar, ordering the depleted thousand-man team to charge.

At least—

To buy time for the comrades behind to fire!

"Charge—!"

"Rushing forward during their firing gap!"

Hearing the charge horn, the drummer pulled out a war blade, discarding the drum at his waist, joining the soldiers in the charge.

The cries on the river bank merged into one, like a surging tide. They roared, charging, trying to use the duchy's army's firing gap to rush forward.

However, they soon miscalculated.

The "dinging" rifles seemed as though they needed no reloading, a continuous deathly rain of bullets.

They fired at a terrifying speed of one round every two seconds, as the charging men died batch after batch.

In the last battalion of Baron Lukeville, Sarve, charging with his comrades, suddenly felt a chill in his chest, like being kicked by a donkey.

Pain came belatedly, and before he could see what it was, he fell silently into the blood-melted mud.

The solace was that death didn't torment him long.

As he lay dying, looking at the cold faces around him, a faint sense of comfort filled his heart.

At least... many died here.

No one would realize that he betrayed the Duke, nor would anyone trouble his child, wife, or father because of it.

If there were another life, he would still choose to be born here.

The gunfire gradually became sparse.

Before the cannon battalion made it to the mound, the landing rebels had already been routed by the dense firepower net.

The surviving soldiers and officers finally chose to surrender, including those Laine Knights and Sirs, disguised as mercenaries.

Frightened out of their wits, they were tied up like drowned rats by the angry Campbell people, thrown onto carts and hauled away.

The Bengliu Riverbank was dyed in a shocking dark red, its murky waters filled with broken corpses.

Laman laid down the scorching rifle, the smell of smoke stung his eyes shut, and when he finally managed to open them, he found himself lost in place.

He possessed no Extraordinary Power.

But the number of people he killed today would likely astonish even Silver Level Powerhouses…

The rebellion continued.

The Rushing River was long and would take a long time to flush that bloody water into the sea.

Laman suddenly grew afraid. If the Demons in the maze attacked all at once now, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Yet, the feared scenario didn't occur; this Winter Moon was unusually quiet, especially in Thunder County, atop the Demon King's head.

While the rebel Northern Vassals and Duke Campbell waged a bloody war, the maze of Thunder County, in which the nobles had high hopes, remained eerily calm.

Not a single demon took advantage of the chaos.

The only Little Demon that "passed by" shivered, hunching its neck, seizing the moment of unawareness to slip back into the maze.

Except for a singular exception—

It was not a Demon from the maze but hailed from the distant Hell's core.

Within the forest, a graceful young lady was covering her mouth, chuckling softly. Underneath a purple parasol was a lavish yet thin black long dress.

She seemed unafraid of the cold.

She loathed the sporadic sun piercing through the dark clouds more than the biting cold wind.

At this moment, a sickly smile adorned her exquisite face, the blood scent pervading the air invoked not fear but a delighted smile in those crimson eyes.

"Ku-ku-ku... Is this Brother's domain?"

Truly befitting the famed Demon of Hell—

"This bloody smell, it's truly delightful."

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