At this time, Antipa was still communicating with the Avars through special channels. From the current perspective, the governor simply wanted to drive the Demon Clan out of the Eastern Border and create space for his future plans. Therefore, the main forces were focused on eliminating the demons within the Iron Ring. While they were monitoring those demons trying to set sail and reach the Eternal Frozen Land, their efforts were not significant.
This was also to prevent the Demon Clan from getting desperate with the weapon they held.
Of course, the Demon Clan were very weak in research; those human nobles were of no great use and could not properly understand what this so-called Holy Corpse of the Demon God truly was. Even if the Avars expressed their willingness to help the Demon Clan take over the research, the two groups were still in a mutual watchful state.
Thus, to some extent, Antipa did not know how terrifying the weapon in his hands truly was. He only knew that the governor had still left the Demon Clan with some breathing room, thus reaching a sort of tacit agreement.
However, no one expected the progress in the Northern Border to be so fast. Once the Iron Ring was completed, they already had the capacity to break through the Black Fog, and most of the Demon Clan were trapped within the Eastern Border.
Upon learning that the Lars Knights had advanced into the Black Fog, Antipa immediately sent the remaining demons onto the Avars’ ships stationed offshore.
Fortunately, the Northern Border did not have much naval capability at the moment, otherwise the demons would truly have been unable to escape.
Within the Black Fog, the massive Demon God Offspring dragged its heavy body, organizing a charge. This Black Fog seemed to have become a shackle for these Demon God Offspring; all demons and Demon God Offspring wanted to break free from it.
Escaping was one aspect, engaging in battle was another. The charge initiated by these Demon God Offspring was not only to buy time for the demons to retreat by sea but also an attempt to test the overall strength of the Northern Border.
On the Iron Ring train, Lauri was quickly moving the First Army Group toward the intelligence target.
“Notify the railroad department to switch tracks at the next stop. A large number of Demon God Offspring have appeared at the Northern Border outskirts. Have all train cars begin loading ammunition and prepare for firing status!”
The iron train sped along the Iron Ring, with cannon barrels constantly protruding from the windows. These trains were armed to the teeth, equipped with almost the most advanced artillery. It is no exaggeration to say that these trains on the Iron Ring were truly mobile fortresses.
After issuing the orders, Lauri said to those in the conductor’s cabin: “Everyone, get your spirits up! Hammond and the Third Army Group are already in there earning military merits! We can’t go in, so these guys bursting out are our only chance to earn military merits!”
When he saw the enormous Demon God Offspring in the distance, Lauri roared, “Fire!”
As the moving train began to slow down, the cannons started roaring continuously, holy water rounds suppressing the enemy, while magical artillery cleared the way.
In the last carriage, troop transports continuously drove off the train, heading toward the direction of the Demon God Offspring after leaving the tracks.
The direction in which the Demon God Offspring broke free would also have many demons fleeing. The main purpose of these troop assault vehicles was to eliminate those fleeing demons and assist the trains on the Iron Ring in crushing the Demon God Offspring.
Looking at the massive Demon God Offspring, almost no soldiers felt fear as they did at first. After all, even villagers from a border settlement would not be afraid anymore, let alone soldiers who train daily to fight these monsters.
Watching those twisted monsters, far from feeling fear, some of these soldiers even seemed excited, displaying greedy expressions. Some troop assault vehicles even eagerly drove beyond the defined artillery coverage zone, only retreating to safety when warned by a simple communication device.
After all, most of the soldiers from the First Army Group were commoners with no family heritage. But as long as they achieved merits, it could mark the beginning of their lineage. Once life settled down, there was nothing more enticing than that.
Let alone those commoners without much heritage or history, even among the noble soldiers, very few could resist the temptation of having a page in the family lineage. Achieving military merits by defeating these twisted monsters was far more impressive than the boastful and nonsensical experiences of their ancestors. For those nobles, especially those forced to marry into nobility under Lind’s policies, this was an unparalleled honor.
As long as they could earn military merits, who would know who the real master would be?
On another train, Lind was observing the battlefield with binoculars.
Originally, Lind wanted to use the communication device to tell Lauri not to let the soldiers charge too far ahead, but to operate within the fire coverage area. However, after thinking it over, he decided against micromanagement and not to establish any advantages on his flag. He just helped organize the communications intelligence coming from various locations, arranging various legions to defend and encircle.
When the Gray Robe beside Lind saw the massive monsters burst out from the Black Fog, he felt a power resonating with the monstrous jaws that twisted his spirit and stirred the fear within him.
If not for the Gray Robe’s strong will, he might have truly been affected.
Even setting aside this mental assault, simply the sight of those gigantic monsters was terrifying enough.
The Gray Robe was so relieved he had listened to the governor’s advice and did not bring Princess Rosalind along.
Were they really fighting against such monsters on the Northern Border? It was astonishing that such creatures were imprisoned in that Black Fog and could not escape.
At this moment, the Gray Robe realized that the descriptions given by those adventurers and soldiers in the tavern about the so-called Demon God Offspring were not exaggerations, but rather the truth spoken plainly.
In fact, they were somewhat conservative in their descriptions, as there were no existing human adjectives to describe this.
Especially when seeing those monsters unleash magic continuously, just like the roaring cannons atop the Iron Ring trains.
The Gray Robe couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if such monsters were unleashed on the Solun Continent. One or two of them might directly destroy a small to medium-sized kingdom, let alone those ultra-miniature nations that establish themselves over a village.
Even in Castile, the Gray Robe had little confidence in being able to stop the onslaught of those mountain-like monsters; most people would have gone mad just at the sight of them.
Even those nobles detesting Supremacy Magic would likely consider utilizing such magic when facing these monsters.
What the Gray Robe found most incomprehensible was the expressions of the soldiers on the battlefield he observed through magic.
Excitement, eagerness, fanaticism.
Would these soldiers feel afraid? Of course they would, as facing monsters the size of a mountain, fear is a natural human reaction. Yet unlike the soldiers conscripted from Castile, these soldiers had an eager desire for military merits alongside their fear and tension, a sentiment rarely observed in Castilian soldiers.
After all, if they won, it would be due to the nobles’ good command, while if they lost, it would be the soldiers’ incompetence. This was the norm of warfare in Castile.
However, the soldiers on the battlefield seemed to be conveying to those monsters why humanity had stood firm on this earth for thousands of years.
Young soldiers yearned to establish careers, while young generals aspired to be remembered in history.
“The soldiers watching the coast have reported,”
Only then did the Gray Robe’s consciousness return to his conversation with the Northern Border governor.
“Although we are doing our best to defend, those demons might be attempting to set sail directly from the coastline affected by the Black Fog. Perhaps those demons are trying to reach the Eternal Frozen Land, but according to our intelligence, more likely, they are following the Avars’ maritime routes to the Solun Continent. They are escorted by dragons, so we dare not act hastily.”
Upon hearing this information, the Gray Robe felt a tightness in his chest.
“Do you mean to say that such monsters could also appear on the Solun Continent?”
“Probably not.”
Even if Antipa did not know the secrets of the Holy Corpse of the Demon God, he would not easily hand over the chips in his hands to the Avars. The Avars would not be foolish enough to use the flesh and blood of the Demon God on the Solun Continent and create trouble for themselves.
“The power of the Demon Clan is not limited to those monsters. If the Demon Clan and the Avars were to work together, your homeland might encounter some trouble.”
