As the shells exploded with a burst of fog, the monsters on the battlefield began to shriek in madness. The few Chosen Ones hit directly by the holy water shells had their flesh convulsing, and their bloodline magic seemed to be sealed, causing them to collapse to the ground.
But the shelling did not stop as if the enemy had no regard for expenses, continuing to fire relentlessly.
“Long live the Governor!”
“Long live the Northern Border!”
Seeing the monstrous creatures in front of Lind struggling in pain, the morale of the Graywhite Territory’s army reached its peak, and they directly charged into the battlefield for slaughter.
Although many Demon God Offspring were not directly hit by the holy water shells, those who could sense human emotions clearly showed a noticeable decline in combat capability. In the clash of waves, humans began to gain the upper hand.
This was also due to the complete loss of control over these monsters. Without Noam’s coordination, these Demon God Offspring were like headless flies, intentionally grouped together and massacred by the humans.
Noam, at that moment, began to cry out in pain, clearly having lost contact with the monsters on the battlefield.
Facing this situation, the Demon Clan Commander knew they had fallen into the opponent’s trap.
From the moment the banner was raised to join the battlefield, the enemy not only intended to keep the Demon Clan occupied but also aimed to eliminate all Demon God Offspring, including Noam, from this place.
It made sense; the Demon Clan Commander once studied the Graywhite Territory. Although their technology and army had overwhelming advantages among humans, they were exceptionally cautious when fighting Doug. The enemy’s strategy was essentially to consider three steps for every move, completely unwilling to give the opponent any chance of a comeback.
One could say they maximized their intelligence in anticipating the enemy.
How could the Governor, who formulated such a strategy, possibly throw himself into the battlefield as bait without any preparation?
However, this Demon Clan Commander never expected that the Governor would be so composed; the constant retreats before were merely to set the stage for this moment of counterattack.
This Demon Clan Commander realized that even if Noam were to reach the Governor of the Graywhite Territory, that Governor was likely already prepared with an escape plan.
But there was no choice; the temptation offered by the enemy was truly too great. For this Demon Clan Commander, Lind’s allure was even greater than that of the legendary succubus. After all, if they could defeat the opponent, the remaining human kingdoms would be nothing but chickens and dogs, and the Demon Clan would be great once more.
Lind had always given the Demon Clan the illusion that victory was just a hair’s breadth away, but only later did the Demon Clan Commander realize that this slight difference was like a chasm. The last time the Graywhite Territory experienced defeat was perhaps the closest the Demon Clan had ever come to victory, but they did not completely crush Graywhite, so the Demon Clan could only stop at that.
Just as this Demon Clan Commander thought, Lind had made many preparations, whether for the flanking troops, the Sisters, or this holy water shell. However, throwing himself into the battlefield as bait to prevent the Demon Clan from escaping was indeed a rare act of recklessness for Lind.
Despite the protection of the dragon clan, if Lind were attacked, the gathered spirit of the Graywhite army would likely dissipate, and the battlefield would be completely overturned.
The holy water shells performed as expected, but what surprised Lind the most was that the largest monster was attacked by the holy water shell; the remaining monsters truly became as the staff had predicted, losing their decisive tactics and becoming weaker, the effect was even better than Lind imagined.
Panicked, Noam felt the ongoing deaths of the Demon God Offspring, and the fear in his heart began to bite back; he no longer sprinted forward but rather held up his hooves and retreated continuously.
“No, I can’t die yet! I am Lord Demon King’s treasured brain; I can’t die here!”
Countless similar voices echoed in Noam’s mind. His massive body turned to flee toward the rear, trying to escape the range of the holy water shell’s attack.
“As long as I can reach that place!”
Noam concentrated all his energy on calculating the attack range of the holy water shells.
“As long as I can reach that place, I won’t be attacked by this strange potion!”
Just as Noam steadfastly endured the purifying effect of the holy water and was about to escape from the attack range, a fiery blaze suddenly erupted ahead.
“I’m sorry!”
Flora softly chanted on the retreat path that Noam was taking with the Sisters.
“This road is blocked.”
When the Sisters pulled the triggers, the skyward inferno completely shattered Noam’s psychological defenses. Previously, he had tried to instill fear in humans, but now he had fallen into endless terror.
Noam could no longer withstand the pressure, and his entire body suddenly collapsed. A hold of Noam’s tentacle demon clan commander was also thrown off, landing right in front of the Sisters.
The Demon Clan commander felt the heat wave and struggled to rise. It was then that this Demon Clan commander noticed that the Sisters’ red robes were actually stained with blood, and it was clear they had been stained during battle. What kind of fresh blood needed no further explanation.
The Demon Clan commander wanted to raise his hand in surrender, to express that he knew many things about the Demon Clan and could act as a traitor, but the words would not come out no matter how hard he tried.
Flora looked at the discarded Demon Clan commander and asked, “You want to surrender, right?”
The Demon Clan commander excitedly nodded.
“Sorry.”
Flora activated the melting chainsaw sword.
“The Governor has said that the Demon Clan is treacherous, and this war leaves no prisoners.”
After the resolution of this Demon Clan commander, the Sisters began to use their melting chainsaw swords to cut down Noam, continuously burning him with flamethrowers, and as Noam’s cries grew weaker and weaker, the movements of those Demon God Offspring on the battlefield also became slower and more chaotic.
The battlefield had already tilted entirely; the remaining time was mere garbage time. Lind let out a long breath, only then realizing that his left hand was nearly crushed by Lena.
A sharp pain surged into his heart, and Lind quickly withdrew his hand. It was at this moment that Lena realized she had been gripping Lind’s hand tightly and hurriedly said, “Brother, are you okay? I didn’t mean to; the potion, the potion!”
Seeing Lena recover from her previous tense state, Lind tightly embraced her, saying, “I’m fine now; we won.”
Lena gradually relaxed and no longer had to watch the soldiers of the Northern Border continue to sacrifice. Tears flowed down her cheeks.
“Yes, we won.”
At this moment, Lauri, who had been following Lind, awkwardly coughed.
Lind finally remembered and ordered, “General Lauri, you will command the battlefield from now on. Don’t let a single monster escape, understood?!”
“Will not disgrace the mission!”
Taking command, Lauri solemnly saluted and began to instruct the messengers, giving orders to the various regiments on the battlefield to clear it.
In this winter of the Northern Border, a gentle light pierced through the thick clouds, illuminating the silent land.
The brilliance spilled over the broken trenches and desolate valleys. The snow sparkled under the reflection of the light; this was a rare clear day in the winter of the Northern Border.
With the death of the giant monster, those monsters also became foolish. A few small squads could easily clear a monster without injury. Under Lauri’s command, the remaining forces began to clean up the battlefield.
The frontline soldiers’ war was over; the Graywhite Territory had won this brutal war at no small cost, but for Lind, it was only after the war that the real battles began.
Countless matters, tangled and complicated, all needed Lind to handle.
White was summoned back to the rear by Lind. Seeing the bandages wrapped around Lind’s left hand, White did not know how the Governor had been injured but did not dare to ask, only bowing his head to await instructions.
Lind avoided Lena and ordered:
“Take a team to River Valley and don’t let Doug escape, understood?”
Having finally reached this point, White, although just off the battlefield, did not feel tired at all. After saluting, he excitedly began to gather his men, rushing towards the River Valley.
