Chapter 1359: Chapter 1357 Migration
According to the battle plan formulated by the Great Demon Leader, more than half of London’s forces will leave the city.
Among the four “King-level Forces,” both [Death God-Alex] and [Hell Monarch-Marlon] will also be away from London for a long period, carrying with them the main fighting forces of the First Corps and the Second Corps as part of the Expeditionary Army.
However, there is a compulsory requirent for this plan.
Activities outside the city need to be covert, prohibiting large-scale military movents.
A certain thod must be used to conceal the large troops… This thod involves Marlon’s portable space – “Scorched Hell”.
Marlon, compared to the other leaders, is a true “King,” not only possessing King-level strength but also his own throne.
The vast world – “Hell”.
Marlon spent decades passing the King’s test and won one of the highly cherished seven thrones.
Additionally, he received the highest treatnt from Hell – a Hell with eighteen levels, the largest area, and the “Scorched Hell” as the base of Hell, which Marlon personally manages.
As the monarch of this region, he is also one of the largest shareholders of Hell.
Using his authority and the spatial-type Fate Item acquired from the King’s assessnt – “Infernal Demon Pot,” the soil of Scorched Hell can be filled inside the pot, creating a portable Hell space.
Initially, Marlon’s idea was simple.
To create a portable Scorched Hell using the Demon Pot and bring it back to the Holy City… so that his own Hell Knight Corps could train in a true Hell environnt, facilitating easier fusion with demon attributes and control of Hell Magic.
Nowadays.
More than half of the Expeditionary Army is accommodated in the “Infernal Demon Pot,” completely concealed.
Although the Hell environnt is a bit harsh, the physique of the Knight Regint can withstand it for ten days to half a month with absolutely no problem.
The vessels containing the soil of Scorched Hell hang at Marlon’s waist.
The real entity is riding a true Hell Warhorse, whose hooves leave a trail of flaming hoof prints, and the warhorse itself is also equipped with a layer of scorching armor, making it twice the size of a normal horse.
Only Alex follows by his side.
The two King-level Forces swagger through the underground world of Pandora, of course, their presence still needed to be restrained… As long as no one provokes them deliberately, they appear just like two ordinary “Treasure Hunters”.
“Alex, why do you think the Demons agreed to the plan proposed by the Great Demon?
This plan is clearly more advantageous for us, whereas the Demons will bear the main risks of the plan, potentially causing loss of the entire London City and the corresponding King Level Land Deed.
Since when have the Demons beco so agreeable?”
A deep voice ca from within the dark cloak of Alex:
“After all, this is the best plan we can think of at the mont… Since London City was stripped from the world and transported to this crumbling world, it’s destined that we must pay a huge price for this battle.
What that price is, we must choose ourselves.
Perhaps the mother of London City has co to an understanding.
Or maybe there are so other factors.”
“Nicholas?” Marlon uttered the na that puzzled both of them.
The surprises brought by Han Dong are too many, even a bit too much… Although both of them are aware that Han Dong has Demon attributes within him, which may bring convenience during the Big Expedition, they never imagined it would be more than just ‘convenient’.
Alex continued in a deep voice:
“Nicholas’s performance has even exceeded both of us, put so effort, Marlon…”
Marlon quickly raised his biceps and a dark red demon arm grew from his back, hugging Alex’s shoulders broadly and said:
“The ultimate battle still relies on us, the duel between King-level forces is the key to victory in this battle.
Moreover, aren’t we preparing to do sothing serious now? How could we possibly let this kid steal all the lilight?”
The two were advancing along a more concealed highway or path in the underground world.
The direction they were headed was towards Makoms City, deduced through gathering intelligence.
However, the two controlled their pace, moving at ‘dium-low’ speed.
As planned, the mont they reached Makoms City would coincide with London City being drained of energy by a strong magnetic field.
Although their movents were relatively concealed, they would still encounter nurous attacks from madn and bikers lurking in the underground world during the journey.
But each encounter ended in a bizarre way.
Whether it was groups of pedestrians intercepting or driving modified war vehicles in pursuit.
The final outco was that the madn would stop in their tracks at a certain distance from the two, without moving.
The swiftly moving vehicles would forcibly brake or spiral out of control and crash into a pile of rubbish on the side.
The scene would fall into prolonged silence until the two rode away… When other madn approached to check later, they would find these immobile madn stiff all over, as if they had been dead for days.
On the eighth day of their journey through the underground world.
The abandoned underground broadcast suddenly reconnected, transmitting a piece of calming instruntal music.
If one listened carefully, they could discern a faint laughter mixed within the music, possessing an effect of spiritual invasion.
This level of influence of course didn’t affect Marlon and his companion, but it was very effective on the madn entrenched in the underground world.
Madn who were dancing erratically, eating, or banging on tal in their camps all ceased their actions, as if invaded on a ntal level, or perhaps resonating with sothing.
The laughter mixed within the music seed to be conveying so kind of ssage to their brains.
When the music ended.
An unprecedented ‘migration movent’ kicked off in the underground world.
Madn scattered across different regions of the planet began moving in groups towards a certain direction.
“These crazed natives seem to be under the influence of a wide-spread spiritual invasion, could it be the enemy’s doing? No… The direction they are heading is not towards Makoms City.”
Alex analyzed seriously and responded: “It shouldn’t be the enemy’s doing.
According to previous intelligence, the enemy has taken control of the ‘World Network’, turning nurous natives into their informants. It makes no sense to gather these scattered natives together, as it would vastly decrease their surveillance range.”
“Who’s behind it then?”
…
Inside Hyperion Corporation.
The robot Little Yellow focused its cara eyes on the [Planetary Radar], where dense dots symbolizing ‘madn’ were actively gathering, gradually converging towards Hyperion Corporation.
“Wow! It really worked! Mr. Nicholas, how did you manage this?
I can’t comprehend the principle at all, why does your laugh, clearly transmitted as electrical signals, have such a compelling command effect?”
“It’s not a commanding order, just a form of psychic resonance.
This is thanks to your friend Little Pink… From the first ti I t him, I was sure that I could resonate with the madn in Pandora world through ‘laughter’, relaying simple, guiding ssages.
There are still five days left until the depletion of the Land Deed’s energy, we should make it in ti.”
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