Anyway, this was just another act—go through the motions, stay relaxed, and that would be enough.
And maybe it was just their imagination, but every ti they fought the demons, the demons never truly hurt them. They’d just knock them out.
Heh heh... The demons probably already knew that this was a child’s ga of war, didn’t they? And even so, the demons still gave them a massive amount of "war reparations" every ti, it was honestly scorching to the touch.
They felt unworthy of such gifts. Truly, they felt ashad to accept them.
Hopefully, it would end quickly this ti too.
If things went fast, they might even make it ho in ti for dinner with their families.
Just as they were daydreaming about this, the demon army finally appeared before everyone’s eyes.
Even from a distance, the main continent side forces could feel the surging battle intent emanating from the demon army, a kind of do-or-die montum.
Everyone instinctively thought: So they’ve really co, huh.
All the previous skirmishes were just warm-ups for the demons.
Now that the Demon King had returned to the Demon Realm, how could the demons possibly stay indifferent?
The countries that had already defected weren’t worried at all, in fact, their hearts were excited.
This ti, they could finally end it early and go ho for dinner.
Sob sob sob, this was truly too wonderful!
Now that they felt secure, their morale began to rise, and the overall atmosphere turned much more upbeat.
At the rear, the Popes who were observing their own troops at all tis noticed this change and couldn’t help but comnt.
The King of Dalhae Kingdom said, "Ah, finally the demons are taking this seriously. Looks like this battle will be over quickly, maybe this ti we’ll actually make it ho for dinner. That’d be a rare treat."
The representative from the Nubilian Union agreed, "Exactly, the sooner it ends, the sooner we can go ho. I’d rather spend this ti making more money than wasting it here."
The kings and representatives of the other countries chid in: "You’re absolutely right."
Seoryun also agreed wholeheartedly.
He turned to Darius beside him, who was clearly lost in thought, and asked, "Darius, don’t you think so too?"
Darius obviously hadn’t recovered from his daze, but he still responded on reflex, "Ah yes, yes, everything you said is right."
Seoryun: ???
That was honestly the most perfunctory answer ever.
Still, Seoryun was in a great mood today, so he didn’t bother dwelling on it.
He simply let it go and shifted his focus.
His gaze drifted toward the Pope not far away, and he began secretly observing him.
Tsk tsk tsk, just look at that dark expression... and how tightly he’s gripping his sleeves.
If he squeezed any harder, he’d probably tear his clothes apart, wouldn’t he?
So many sches, and yet who would have expected the demons to suddenly beco so aggressive? No matter how clever your plots are, in the face of absolute strength, they’re all a joke.
Seoryun shook his head with a sigh of emotion.
Indeed, the Pope looked terrible right now.
Especially when he saw that the demons were in a completely different ntal state than usual, he grew even more uneasy.
However, things had already co this far, what else could he do? He could only grit his teeth and continue pressing forward.
No matter what changes occurred, his plan could no longer be altered.
Thinking of this, the Pope couldn’t help but raise his head and carefully scan the demon forces, searching intently for the "allies" hidden among their ranks.
Fortunately, those "demons" were still dressed quite distinctively, so he was able to identify them at a glance.
These so-called "demons" were evenly distributed throughout the demon army.
Every certain distance, there were always two such individuals present.
Although they were mostly placed closer to the front ranks, as long as he could use his army to stall the demon forces later and create so openings, then his plan could still proceed smoothly, and his objectives could still be achieved.
That was what he told himself, but the uneasiness in his heart only grew heavier, nearly to the point of driving him mad.
As expected of the demon race, they didn’t waste any ti.
Once they arrived on the field, they imdiately launched into battle.
However, they still rembered that the other nations aside from Yaguk Theocracy were allies, so their attacks were focused entirely in Yaguk Theocracy’s direction.
Yaguk Theocracy’s troops were stunned by this blatant disregard for honor, but luckily, they were trained soldiers.
The mont they sensed danger, they instinctively took evasive and defensive asures.
There was only a brief mont of chaos at the start, but they quickly regained their footing.
In the rear, where he was stationed, the Pope could no longer sit still.
He truly hadn’t expected the demons not only to act so ruthlessly but also to completely discard the pretense, they didn’t even bother keeping up appearances and just started attacking outright.
Thankfully, the forces he brought with him this ti weren’t ordinary soldiers, they were the royal knight.
If he had followed the old routine and brought less capable troops, his forces might have already collapsed completely by now.
Heh... The Pope’s grip on his clothes tightened even more, so much so that he nearly tore apart the garnts imbued with defensive magic.
Maybe the demons really were serious this ti. Even deploying the royal knights hadn’t done much good. They were getting more and more overwheld, and eventually, they had no choice but to switch to full defense.
The Pope grew increasingly furious, he no longer bothering to mask his emotions.
His expression darkened to the point that it could drip ink, his eyes shadowed and vicious, and the veins on his exposed neck bulged violently.
It was terrifying.
Even the subordinates guarding him couldn’t help but step back in fear.
But the Pope didn’t care about his subordinates’ reactions at this mont.
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