Chapter 35: Conspiracy
Escaped?
The pink demon strategist said, “Yes.”
Ji Ma carefully looked at the pink demon in front of him. Its appearance resembled an upright starfish, with a large mouth in the center surrounded by teeth, and the hair portion extended backward like tentacles. This kind of demon was created by trapping the ever-changing magical energy of transformation within its physical form.
Therefore, every pink demon was different; each was unique.
This particular pink demon had two sharp teeth protruding from its nostrils.
Ji Ma suspected that this was the work of the pink demon strategist and asked, “What is your tooth number?”
“9527.”
Whenever Ji Ma appointed an officer, he required the person to leave behind a part of their body to serve as a medium for curses and spells.
“If you’re lying, I think you understand the consequences,” Ji Ma said. “How did you know?”
“Your Majesty, you asked us to monitor suspicious individuals among the subordinates,” the pink demon strategist replied. “I used a little trick to overhear your men frequently complaining about the lack of fine wines, music, and entertainment.”
“All the lecherous ones are complaining.”
“But I just received some information,” the pink demon strategist said. “A lecherous demon army has arrived nearby.”
“Then they are constrained.”
In the mortal realm, not to mention a hundred percent, over ninety percent of demon armies were loyal to the Chosen One for eternity—at least on the surface.
Even if they didn’t take him seriously, the thought of appealing to the Chosen One to purge themselves would certainly bring them rewards from the Chosen One.
“To open the rift,” Ji Ma said, “they need to bring magical power and divine intent, but now the divine intent is scarce, and we need to open the rift…”
To recruit troops and truly build an advance team, the rift must be opened. Opening the rift required sacrifices and so on; Ji Ma initially thought using magical winds would suffice to perform a ritual to open the rift.
Ji Ma shook his head and asked, “What is your name?”
The pink demon strategist said, “Abdoul Diesel—”
“Stop.” Ji Ma raised his hand to interrupt. “To express familiarity, I’ll just use your nickname from now on. Your nickname will be Tooth.”
“Your Majesty, it is a great honor for you to name me.”
Li Anxi, who was in Ji Ma’s arms, sensed danger, lifted her head, and saw the ugly pink demon. She suddenly realized that she hadn’t made an effort to praise her master in a long time.
She secretly felt guilty; her efforts to praise her master had been unsatisfactory several times, and she hadn’t been reprimanded.
She had been lying comfortably, relying on her master’s affection, and not continuing to improve.
“Clumsy flattery,” Ji Ma said. “Alright, I’ll be right back. Although I suspect you haven’t deceived me.”
“Understood, Your Majesty.”
……
Outside the Vanguard City.
In a ruinous town called Stan, which had once been a town of the empire, a demon army had invaded, turning soldiers into ruins.
Ruins floated in the rift above.
“Delicious, really delicious, please give me another sip, no, just a lick.”
Accepting Ji Ma’s orders, the lecherous officer came to handle the rift and was hanging his head, letting bubbles indicate his state.
Next to him stood a lecherous war horse, resembling a seahorse with two legs, extending a long forked tongue, much like a venomous beast.
The lecherous officer was pleading for a demoness, adorned with a sheer veil and adorned with twelve golden rings on her third breast representing a deity.
“O deity’s kin, I can feel the itch deep within your heart,” the deity’s lecherous demoness said. “However, the lecherous three-breasted are quite ugly, and we do not serve the same master.”
“Please, have some mercy.” The lecherous officer, being a mortal, had a right arm mutated into a long chitinous claw resembling a spear. “We have already dispatched our subordinates to eliminate the ugly creatures sent by the Usurper.”
Behind him were several pink demons still alive, impaled on a spear, their bodies twitching, holding magic tomes that recorded the secrets of controlling magical winds, burning in the fire.
Controlling magical winds was naturally the strength of transformation demons.
A few days prior during a ritual, the Hidden King, being divinely selected, had brought several pink demons skilled in magical winds, considered very precious talents.
Now they resembled lamb skewers, skewered by traitors.
“Tell me, tell me the secrets of the Usurper,” she said. “That way, as a concubine of my master, I can gain her favor and help you gain more sweat.”
“Hurry, take me away.”
The traitorous lecherous officer said in a whimpering tone, “I can’t wait to escape the Usurper’s rule. Her city is terrible, dreadfully boring, with no eternal singing theaters, nor splendid buildings that exude fragrant aromas. She can’t even find joy; I am nearly dead there.”
“Even with a curse upon me, she could crush my body into a pulp with a thought, I would not regret it, nor would I return.”
The deity’s lecherous demoness said, “Then go, hurry and go.”
He mounted the lecherous war horse, indifferent to whether the similarly traitorous soldiers behind him could keep up, and left with the deity’s lecherous demoness.
The deity’s lecherous demoness also mounted a lecherous war horse.
The lecherous war horse was as swift as the wind, clearly running on the ground but moving so fast it seemed to match the speed of a flying horse; from a distance, its two legs moved as fast as wheels.
While on the move, the traitorous lecherous officer said, “I worry I won’t escape the curse; let me tell you about the Usurper’s army.”
“She has just united the transformation master’s demon army with us, her methods are ruthless and effective, many have submitted to her, but she has only just taken power for a week.”
She can’t hold on any longer; lacking gifts from the dark gods, she sent me here. Once she can’t open the formation again, she’ll be confined inside her mortal shell, unable to last for a few more days. The demons will disappear, and the followers will leave her.
Her army is mostly infantry, comprised of followers and lecherous protectors. There are no war chariots, only a few lecherous beasts. The cavalry is scarce, with just some inconspicuous light cavalry; the only concern is that she has ninety doomsday knights.
May I ask how many chariots does your master have? How many cavalry?
What a coincidence. The deity’s lecherous demoness extended her tongue, touching her navel: my master has war chariots in the arena, they feel the chariots of skin-peelers that can crush all enemies in the way into pieces.
How many?
Sixty-four.
The lecherous officer exclaimed in delight: enough to carve a bloody path through thousands of light infantry, to skin them and chop them into pieces.
We also have nearly a thousand cavalry, many wielding hell whips.
Hellwalkers? The traitorous lecherous officer said: I know their tall boots are half-alive, capable of biting the bones out of mortals, cursing that tedious woman who curses me.
The deity’s lecherous demoness changed color dramatically, trying to hold on.
I can’t hold back anymore. The traitorous lecherous officer said: I still have so much enjoyment left to experience.
Stop it; hold me tight.
No need.
If you want to live.
The deity’s lecherous demoness smiled, sticking out her flickering tongue, spreading her three arms, adorned with glimmering accessories on her chest, emanating an irresistible scent: I’ve told you, I am the master of the legion, I have once performed for the lecherous deity, everyone calls me…
The nickname is too long; let’s just call it Chariot King.
Ge Ma said: George is fully armed, standing nearby.
They were a full kilometer and a half away.
A light from more than half a kilometer away obeyed George’s command, falling upon a large screen hung in a small wooden cabin without windows, where it was dimly lit, allowing for clearer viewing.
This couple had been watching their live broadcast.
What a pity; if it weren’t for my concern about alarming the snakes, I would have divined that demoness’s words. Ji Ma noted the intel in his personal system; if he had known she was the leader, it would have been easier to simply crush her.
On the screen, the Chariot King was indulging in pleasures with the traitorous lecherous officer.
Can we turn this off?
Sure, we don’t need to learn new postures.
George asked: What is your battle plan?
If we can’t win, then ambush.
Ji Ma said: Our efforts were just to invite the king into the trap, right?
An army focused on infantry ambushing one with cavalry sounds a little crazy.
What if we launch a night raid and kill the general?
I don’t want to repeat the Vanguard City battle.
Ji Ma said: Although you and I and she are powerful, it’s still too risky. To be honest, had I not surrounded the city myself, I wouldn’t have been ambushed, and there are political factors.
Political factors?
I discussed it with Frostleaf. Ji Ma said: Last time, seizing the throne was too easy; there were many internal conflicts. This time, I plan to win a victory to consolidate my authority, and send away a bunch of unruly subordinates at the same time.
Besides, what ritual could please the dark gods more than sacrificing prisoners of war?
George remained silent.
Hahaha, no need to be too surprised; I’m just that clever.
Ji Ma laughed, feigning casualness as he said: In internal strife, she is the expert; thanks to her for such a good suggestion.
Ji Ma has a good habit; in fields he’s not adept in, he always seeks help from others.
George said: I wish you success.
By the way, the war is expected to start in three days. Here, George, this is my application letter. Holding the application letter, he genuinely hoped that the master of transformation would see his conspiracy succeed and grant him some divine favor.
After taking it, George said: I’ll arrange the timing; if you need to change it sooner, be sure to notify me in advance.
Of course.
Am I leaving now?
No. Ji Ma said: There’s one more thing?
An ambush requires a high level of organizational discipline, but many people are still disobedient toward me; several days have passed without enforcing military discipline, and some take advantage of my gaps. Ji Ma sighed: So, please establish regulations, stamp and such.
Just thinking about the workload and content.
George felt a chill run down his spine, but looking at Ji Ma’s eager face, he nodded: Alright.
After that, George was busy with a flurry of activity.
Wu Le Feng’s group of demon officers arrived at Ji Ma’s command room, and when they saw George, they almost got into a fight.
Ji Ma had almost coerced them into swearing an oath, ensuring they would not violate the promises made to him days earlier.
Those who were disobedient were to be made an example of before George.
After George returned, he had to stamp the papers, using up two whole boxes of ink.
Ji Ma rested a foot on his chair, looking at the towering documents, and then said: Now, let’s see who else dares to break the oath. Let’s see who I won’t ambush to death. What Chariot King? Never even heard of it.
