Chapter 121: The Autumn of Adolf (Part Eight)
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Kill!
In the name of the goddess!
The knights charge wildly into the battlefield, recklessly displaying their martial skills in the name of the goddess, with lance charges and sword slashes wreaking havoc in the ranks of the Apocalypse Army.
The vanguard’s demons do not hold back either; the Blood God’s war altar, resembling a heavy steel motorcycle, crushes the soldiers like stones, shattering them like grains of yellow beans, taking off their heads and offering a blood sacrifice to the Blood God. Blood-sucking fiends ride on copper bulls, trampling over the Northerners as the more powerful demon warriors wield great swords that claim to shatter any armor, harvesting heads.
The Apocalypse Army is numerous, and under the onslaught, they begin to crumble. The sheer number of expendables, whether Northerners or demons, is enough to somewhat hinder the cavalry’s charge due to their high population density.
Overall, the Apocalypse Army took a solid hit. Yet, it is massive, as plump as a mountain of flesh, while in contrast, the vanguard and the righteous army appear like two children wielding short spears, stabbing hard into the Apocalypse Army’s ample, rounded rear.
However, with so much fat, the spear gets stuck and fails to deliver the fatal blow to the Apocalypse Army.
That giant known as the Apocalypse Army has regained its senses. It turns its head, clenches its fists, and draws the Blade of Destruction, ready to teach these two kids a lesson.
As the warriors of the righteous army and the vanguard on the ground revel in their apparent victory, viewing the enemy as weak, formidable foes or monsters are systematically dealt with by the air force, leaving only a large group of terrified enemies.
Whether they flee or not is irrelevant; they have lost their order and failed to form a dense formation. Thus, the cavalry can charge freely amidst the scattered crowd, even seasoned demon warriors, with countless experiences in battlefield brawls, struggle to survive.
They can fend off attacks from the front and sides, but in the next moment, a demon knight, praising the name of Jima, might launch a fiery spear from behind, shouting for a blood sacrifice to the Blood God, taking away his life.
To the cavalry, the battlefield resembles a hunting ground, and as long as they continue to enjoy the slaughter, the enemy will eventually be annihilated. Even the knights unleash their murderous desires in the name of the goddess.
But Jima sees clearly that the giant of the Apocalypse Army has reacted.
She stands atop the head of the demon dragon Marvo, gazing at the battlefield. The demon dragon Marvo is chewing on a heavily armored demon spellcaster, the crunching sounds resembling the gnawing of a certain type of beetle.
The bloodlust emitted by the entire battlefield causes Jima’s left eye, a glass orb, to heat up. In this hellish scene where everyone kills each other, the extreme emotions released serve as the best nourishment for the Blood God.
Her branch-axe spear trembles slightly; Jima is certain the Blood God is watching this place.
The Demon King Jima, unable to resist, floats above the Blood God. This god of slaughter, with a simple mind yet immense power… who does it want to win?
Is it Marus, the ever-chosen one who harbors intentions of extermination, but possesses unparalleled strength? Or is it herself, the former champion chosen by the Blood God, who, despite lacking strength, has often turned the tide in battles with her unmatched war command skills, beauty, and talent for manipulation and assassination?
Jima shakes her head, realizing it is a weak display to rely on the fickle feelings of the four gods. Hoping for external help in this situation is challenging.
While Jima thinks, she forces herself to focus on the battlefield, observing how the giant of the Apocalypse Army grips its weapon tightly, ready to teach everyone a lesson.
The elite forces originally surging into the breach of Adolf’s walls have halted. The demon sorcerers, clad in iron-gray heavy armor and riding scorpion-tailed lions, relay commands with their spells, forcing their troops into dense formations, raising banners as they advance toward the retreating soldiers.
They have also gathered most of the colossal beasts—on such a chaotic battlefield, it is easier to consolidate giant beasts. Their smaller numbers are easier to manage, and with a firm approach allowing the giant beasts to ignore allied troops underfoot, they can almost move at full speed over the bodies of their comrades.
Numerous northern Noskar tribes following the ever-chosen one gather their tamed war mammoths, nearly twenty in total, along with about thirty giants, armed with spiked clubs and clad in demon armor, nearby small dragon demons nearly two stories high.
Alongside them are fully armed and confident demon warriors. Compared to the mass of giant beasts, they appear insignificant, like green pines at the foot of towering mountains, which normal people would notice first long before seeing the approaching hoard of mountainous figures.
“Thud, thud, thud!” The rhythmic drumming from the war mammoths sounds, resonating through a chain of skulls tied to iron tusks, shaking violently.
Over fifty giant beasts, accompanied by a large contingent of elite troops, charged forward with a spirit of victory, causing the ground to tremble as if an earthquake had struck. Even those flying in the air, like Jima, could feel the tremors.
As Jima orders her troops to consolidate and cease their greed for kills, she contemplates how to break the situation. The enemy is commanded not to act smart against the Demon King Jima; if they can end the formation, they should; if they can wear the enemy down through sheer strength, they must not think of being proactive.
Simply put, it’s a mobile spiky turtle.
Jima rubs her temples, even the air force condenses together, providing mutual cover. Her only slight advantage is in the air force, consisting of one hundred ninety-nine doomsday knights, the demon dragon Marvo, and thirteen demon warriors riding demonized scorpion-tailed lions.
Well, they are nearly even with the enemy air force. But considering the Bartok Knight Kingdom on the other side, one could barely claim an advantage. But so what? Such an advantage can’t make up for the disparity in raw strength. Generally, flying creatures, due to their delicate wings and weight sacrificed for flight, will never compare to ground creatures of the same level in battle.
In short, it’s a trade-off of mobility for raw power. Jima can convert her mobility into localized advantages, extending this to encompass the entire war.
However, this is predicated on the enemy having disadvantages.
Jima moved through space, circling the incoming giant beasts in a disciplined manner, really unable to find a breakthrough. Surely she can’t send the air force in to clash head-on?
The giant beasts, bearing high banners, alongside the heavy infantry tasked with ‘treading’ protection, head straight for the vanguard, completely ignoring Jima lurking nearby, waiting for an opportunity. Even when Jima leads her air force around to the back of the giant beasts in an attempt to attack, she is met only with gestures of displeasure from the demon sorcerers riding the scorpion-tailed lions.
“Ha, truly a universally friendly gesture.”
Jima stands atop the head of the demon dragon Marvo, facing away from Adolf, watching as the giant beasts march toward her vanguard: “Order everyone to charge!”
“Understood.” The confident strategist of the Tooth Fairy Clan looks at Jima, believing she has a winning strategy.
But the next order takes him by surprise.
“All air forces are to mobilize! Follow me, advance! Target the Sigma Cathedral.”
“Understood—but, my lord, what about the vanguard?”
“The key to victory lies not in the battles outside the city but within.” The vanguard has been held long enough; they should be able to serve as a meat shield for a while now, Jima thinks to herself.
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