As the Demon Clan’s legion began advancing into the Northern Border, the supplies from the Demon Clan also started to rampage through the Northern Border.
Although Fang Ge was responsible for part of the supply logistics for the Demon Clan, they still had their own supply units.
Fang Ge had no objections to this; after all, it could lessen his own supply pressure, and since he had already granted permission to the Demon Clan’s legion, an additional supply unit didn’t matter much.
Many people saw the supply unit of the Demon Clan and fled from a distance, not because the supply unit was terrifying, but simply because the stench from the supply unit was unbearable, causing a psychological discomfort.
When Noam saw the supply unit arrive, he not only didn’t mind the foul smell but instead took a deep breath, asking, “Nothing happened on the way, right?”
“No, we took a detour to avoid being discovered. This time, Lord Demon King told us to deliver everything in one go.”
“Great, great, very great, hurry up and open it!”
Under Noam’s command, the demons unloaded the boxes from the horse-drawn carriage while covering their noses to open them.
As soon as the lid of the box was opened, a piece of black flesh jerked out but was quickly caught by Noam with quick hands.
Inside the box, there were many similar pieces of black flesh, continuously twitching, while also spewing out blackish-gray juices. The flesh had many tiny tentacles, writhing like limbs, making it look similar to wriggling maggots.
These pieces of flesh exuded the aura of dead matter but also seemed to struggle with all their might, trembling as if they were still alive.
Even many of the demons responsible for escorting the transport felt nauseated at the sight and turned away, covering their noses.
But Noam paid no attention at all. Just as he was about to grab the first piece that had jumped out of the box to take a bite, he remembered something, put the piece back into the box, and began to pray sincerely.
After the prayer was done, Noam was drooling all over, and he impatiently grabbed the piece of flesh again.
“My lord…”
The demon responsible for the escort stopped him, saying, “Lord Demon King said that these Holy Corpses can only be used during the decisive battle.”
“What does it matter if I just eat one piece? Anyway, the Holy Corpses of the Demon God will regrow on their own, and the decisive battle is approaching soon, so it’s fine, it’s fine.”
Noam nonchalantly started to eat.
“You’ve already consumed a lot of Holy Corpses. The Demon King is mainly worried that you’ll awaken before the decisive battle.”
The demon in charge of the escort earnestly advised him, but Noam didn’t listen and ravenously devoured a large piece of the so-called Holy Corpse.
Afterward, Noam told the guard beside him, “Go summon all the soldiers over, everyone needs to eat a bit, understood?”
The guard beside him looked at the so-called Holy Corps with some envy but immediately went to carry out the order.
The demon in charge of the escort sighed deeply, and finally left obediently with the other demons, watching from a distance as their companions devoured the flesh and blood of the Demon God.
The mood of those responsible for the escort was quite complicated; on one hand, they found the Holy Corps difficult to swallow, and on the other, they were somewhat envious that these people could share in the flesh and blood of the Demon God.
Eating the Holy Corps would completely turn these demon soldiers into slaves of the Holy Corps, becoming addicted to the blood and flesh until they were entirely converted into the Demon God’s servants. Therefore, those responsible for the escort absolutely could not consume any of the Holy Corps; otherwise, they would probably eat it all before even transporting it to the destination.
The flesh and blood of the Holy Corps were quickly distributed, but it did not cause chaos, as Noam had consumed the most of it, so even if the demon soldiers were addicted, they would obediently follow Noam’s orders.
Noam knew that the moment of the decisive battle was indeed approaching, which is why he made the soldiers eat the flesh and blood first.
Although the Graywhite Territory had recently been sending cavalry to harass, strongly indicating that they were preparing for war, the Demon Clan still arranged their formations according to their own thoughts, not in a hurry, since the losses were all from Doug’s army. Once the opponent arrived at Golden Spike Plain, Noam’s purpose would have been fulfilled.
However, the Graywhite Territory was more cautious than Noam had anticipated. They planned to launch a full-scale attack shortly after the autumn, but unexpectedly, the opponent had started probing with small units, and the cold wind from the Eternal Frozen Land was about to cover the land entirely.
Although Doug had the highest command authority, he couldn’t launch a full-scale attack without the demons’ cooperation. Furthermore, Doug, from the Lars family, could see that the opponent was using small units to test the waters, exploring their strengths and weaknesses, while the real main force was still behind. If Doug’s side rushed into battle, it would only fall into their trap.
Thus, the stalemate at Golden Spike Plain lasted far longer than all the nobles had expected.
Consuming the flesh and blood of the Holy Corps could not protect the demon soldiers from artillery fire, but Noam also knew that the decisive force in the battle was not these demon soldiers, but rather the ordinary humans who would be sent to the Golden Spike Plain under the orders of the Demon King.
At that time, those humans would become the perfect sacrifice for the resurrection of the Holy Corps.
In the evening, a satisfied Noam was summoned to Doug’s command room. As soon as Noam stepped into the command room, Doug couldn’t help but cover his nose.
“Why do you smell so bad? What on earth did you eat?”
Though he wanted to angrily reprimand Doug for showing disrespect towards the Holy Corps of the Demon God, Noam cleverly shifted the topic and asked, “What’s the matter? You called me here, Lord Governor?”
“If we don’t launch a full-scale attack soon, our people are going to be depleted!”
Doug slammed the table angrily; this group of demons didn’t do anything except send people to the Golden Spike Plain every day. No matter how Doug tried to ignore it, he couldn’t anymore.
If this continued, the next assault from the Graywhite Territory wouldn’t be feigned but a real decisive battle.
“Has the opponent fully entered the Golden Spike Plain?”
Noam wasn’t anxious; he merely asked Doug in return.
“Of course.”
Doug pulled out a newspaper that introduced the Magic Powered Train. He found it hard to believe that his clumsy niece had actually created such a monster. Hence, Doug had been so anxious before; the opponent had been testing and not engaging in battle as they were waiting for the railway to be completed behind them, allowing for continuous supplies to be sent for the decisive battle.
Now Doug admitted that the opponent was indeed the true Lars. This defensive strategy was worthy of the Lars family’s name.
This railway started extending from Black Iron City at the beginning of autumn, and although it hadn’t reached the Golden Spike Plain yet, the remaining distance was minimal and could definitely be put into use soon.
The attacks from the Graywhite Territory’s army became more ferocious as the railway progressed, and now, it seemed the opponent was ready to launch the decisive battle, preparing to annihilate Doug in one strike.
“That’s good, Lord Governor. Starting tomorrow, we can send those people to the battlefield. It’s time for us to prepare for battle.”
