The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"Your Majesty, the Campbell Duchy is calling your name."

"Those forced to leave their cultivated lands, the peasants dying in the cold and hunger! Those citizens in Thunder City who can't afford firewood, enduring skyrocketing prices! And those knights who have been loyal to Campbell for generations, now compelled to bow to merchants and demons—"

Earl Derek looked up at Jelock's bewildered face, piercing the knight's heart with an invisible sword.

"They all call out your name! Hoping for your return like lightning, to shatter the dark clouds hanging in the sky!"

"You are our only hope, only you can save the decaying duchy, bringing everything back on track!"

"Your Majesty! We are willing to fight for you, lead us into battle once more!"

Jelock's eyes widened, he couldn't help but step back, his ankle bumped against the bench leg, and he sat down heavily.

He sat in the second row of church pews, instinctively looking toward the Saint Sis statue ahead, seeking enlightenment from the holy will.

Yet the sacred marble statue neither spoke nor did doves or crows fly through the window, offering inspiration about the future.

Apparently, even the gods chose to avoid the sharp edge in the face of the potent "thoughts of all" coalesced into desire power.

Or perhaps, the divine is what the people desire themselves.

There was no Holy Light in the world initially, but people felt there should be one, thus besides sunlight, there came to be another sun that never existed.

"You... are all mad..." Jelock squeezed out a sentence, feeling weak like never before, as if his fist turned into cotton.

He is a Platinum Level strongman.

But in this matter, not even a Demigod could aid him.

"Your Majesty, we are not mad."

Earl Derek shook his head, staring unwaveringly at Jelock seated on the bench, his gaze incomparably firm and clear.

"We have never been so clear-headed."

"It is exactly how our fathers got here."

...

Although most people of Campbell Duchy read fairy tales infused with a bit of history, the earls of the duchy are evidently well-read in true history.

They know very well how Saint Sis defeated the deities, became the sole divine on the earth's surface, and began the Second Epoch. They are also aware of how the Isaac Dynasty failed, and what might have happened if it had succeeded.

The Campbell Duchy does not need Duke Edward.

They need a Majesty like Theoden, and only thus can their glory be passed down through generations.

At this moment, that intense will turned into fuel, filling the furnace burning fiercely outside Campbell Castle.

On the vast plains, crooked battle lines stretched for miles, hundreds of cannons fired frantically behind the two military arrays.

The booming cannon fire shook the earth, and thick black smoke obscured the pale sky.

Seizing the intervals between cannon blasts, the Mage Group from both sides risked their lives to advance, weaving bizarre spells on the battlefield.

"Flame Spirit burning the earth, I pray for the scorching flames to consume the evil before me—"

"Burning flames converge in my palm, transforming into a spear that pierces all evil, to destroy the enemy before me!"

Fiery fireballs traversed the battlefield!

Mages brandished their magic wands, letting out hoarse roars as if attempting to shout the final battle cry before nightfall.

The roar of cannon fire and the mages' cries marked the beginning of the civil war!

Earl Derek's alliance army held an absolute advantage in numbers, their army of three hundred thousand spread like a tide, banners blotted out the sun!

Though most standing in the military array were peasants who had just put down their farm tools, their faces panic-stricken, clutching Flintlock Guns, and only understanding their opponent today, it didn't interfere with the potency of the Flintlock Guns in their hands.

And at the army's flanks was the pride of the alliance army—the renowned Trident Knights, along with knights loyal to the Northern Vassals.

They donned heavy armor, their aura mighty, the tips of their spears glinting faintly with Holy Light, advancing with the blessing of the priests.

In contrast, Duke Edward's new army had only one hundred thousand men, just barely enough to fill the expansive battle line.

They arranged themselves in seemingly slender formations, silently standing before Campbell Castle, as if they would be engulfed by the massive tide any moment.

Every face bore a heavy expression, like a cloud smothering them.

Watching the "wobbling" duchy troops, General Hanor of the "Duchy's Spear," fighting for the alliance army, was the first to draw his sword.

Following suit, Knight Commander Reville and Knight Commander Luclair, leading the Trident Knight Order, also raised their riding spears for their Majesty Jelock.

"For Majesty Jelock—!"

"For Campbell's glory!"

"Charge!!!"

Accompanied by deafening shouts, the alliance army's full-scale assault began, three hundred thousand troops surged like a tide towards Campbell Castle.

Under the cover of cannon fire, the "Trident Knights" led the charge towards Duke Edward's central forces.

Meanwhile, within the distant army formations, a hundred-member Priest Group held their holy artifacts high, chanting devoutly.

A golden barrier visible to the naked eye descended from the sky, bathing the heads of every charging knight.

It was the blessing of Saint Sis.

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