Chapter 655: Chapter 679: The Great Battle
After turning over a small hill, the sounds of battle instantly beca clear. As everyone lifted their eyes, they saw the sky dyed an oppressive deep red by the black smoke and flas pouring out of the volcano, with armies of Demons and Devils already locked in combat on the plains beneath. Directly ahead of the rcenaries, legions ford by Bull Demons and Spider Fiends marched toward the left and right flanks of the battlefield. Lancelot strode forward to join Sonam at her side and asked the Supre Commander of this force:
“General, where are we headed next?”
“Stay put for now, — soone’s got to be the reserve, right?” The six-ard Serpent Demon glanced at the Human Knight. “Don’t worry, you won’t be waiting long. Just enjoy the show for now.”
The rcenaries’ current position was slightly elevated, offering a comprehensive view of the battle. The Devils were evidently well-prepared for the enemy’s arrival, forming neat ranks with dense long spears to receive the approaching Demon army. Lancelot also noticed that the Devils had stretched their line very long, with a withdrawn disposition at both wings, and several square formations in reserve behind their own lines — a flanking attack on them would require a long detour.
The Demons were still arriving in droves, with the troops at the vanguard already engaging the enemy, and those arriving later desperately surging forward. Lancelot was quite disappointed to see that the Demons had not ford up properly; most units were charging wildly into the center of the enemy’s formation, which was also the thickest part of the Devil line.
On the battlefield, numbers do not directly translate into combat strength. No matter how large a unit is, only those at the forefront engage the enemy in combat. For a well-trained and coordinated army, soldiers in the rear have various thods to support their comrades at the front. But for a hastily assembled, untrained force, it is already quite an achievent not to hinder each other.
Especially for Demons, it is hard to resist the urge to push a fellow Demon struggling under the enemy’s attack. Don’t they know the consequences of such actions? The one being pushed surely didn’t expect it, its defense will turn into a ss, and then be chopped into pieces by the enemy. What an amusing sight that would be, ha! What did you say? It’s my turn next? What does that an…?
There is a saying in the Abyss, two are definitely stronger than one, but three are not necessarily stronger than two, referring to the Demons’ self-sabotaging bad habits.
Within the lee of the dark green Coward Devil onslaught and the tal walls ford by the tips of spears, the colossal figures of the Barlow Fla Demons and Abyss Demon Refinent stood out starkly. In the very center of the battlefield was a clearing over a hundred feet in radius where two Fla Demons and two Demon Refinent had already beco entangled in battle, with another Fla Demon and Demon Refinent each eyeing the fray, seemingly ready to join at any mont.
The top Fiends in the fierce battle unleashed their power wildly, their Great Swords and Battle Axes easily tearing the ground asunder, the sound of their weapons clashing drowning out the noise of the entire battlefield. Even half a mile away, one could clearly sense the destructive power contained in the strikes.
On the Demon side, those currently engaged in battle included the ‘Bartez the Slaughterer’ Babos, clad in Black Armor and wielding a Lightning Giant Sword, and another stark-naked Fla Demon General brandishing a giant Hamr of Burning — undoubtedly the one known as Taran. Their two opponents were also quite distinctive, one completely wrapped in tal chains, holding a lamppost-like Nail-headed Hamr; the other wearing Plate Armor adorned with nurous skull decorations and sporting an impressive red cape, holding both a Giant Shield and a spear glowing with a green light, looking incredibly tough and thorny.
Four top Fiends were fighting fiercely, but unexpectedly, the slightly weaker Demon Refinent didn’t seem to be at a disadvantage. The two Demons coordinated very tacitly, with the shield-bearing one focusing more on defense and the hamr-bearing one concentrating on launching attacks. The clearly divided pair occasionally switched roles, parrying the enemy’s Great Sword with a sweep of the Warhamr, while the short spear, like a venomous snake, would thrust out from behind the Shield, making it unpredictable and unavoidable.
On the other hand, the two Barlow Fla Demons were fighting entirely on their own, lacking synchronized attacks and unwilling to cover for each other, giving the impression that both were fighting two enemies at once, which seed to put them at a disadvantage. While Lancelot was watching, the Demon Refinent wielding the spear and shield struck again, piercing a deep bloody hole in Babos’s thigh.
Just then, a sinister red glow suddenly enveloped the Fla Demon General, and the wound on its leg healed almost instantly. Lancelot shifted his gaze slightly and noticed a large group of long-robed Demonic Spellcasters not far away. The Healing Spell that was cast had co from one of them. Similarly, behind the Demon Refinents, there was a ready group dressed alike, prepared to make the sa moves for their masters.
These Spellcasters were guarded by their respective elite soldiers. Lancelot sighed internally, realizing that unless one side’s healers prematurely exhausted their Magic Power, the battle would still have to be decided by the foot soldiers.
The airborne battle was unfolding as well, but unlike the situation on the ground, the Demons had the advantage in numbers in the sky. The air force of the Nine Hells Legion was primarily composed of Thorn Demons, which Lancelot had seen before at Oasis Fort. These winged purple creatures had spiky tails behind them and wielded short spears similar to hay forks. However, before opting for hand-to-hand combat, they would first launch their fla-tipped tail spines from dozens of feet away.
The air force of the Demons mainly consisted of Flomos, which were larger than four Thorn Demons combined, with far more physical strength than their smaller-sized Demon adversaries and faster flying speed. However, they still found themselves in clear distress in the battle for a simple reason: they lacked long-range attack capabilities. The tactically coordinated Thorn Demons could launch a volley from a distance and then quickly disperse. When the Flomos charged at a target, other Thorn Demons would provide full cover, and soon enough, giant ‘porcupines’ would fall from the sky like teors, diving into the sea of Coward Devils, stirring up waves of red and green blood.
The consequences of losing air superiority were that several large Horned Demons could now comfortably hurl flas at the heads of the Demons’ forces. Lancelot had only recently learned that despite their developed muscles and impressive appearances, these Demons strongly disliked any task that might lead to injury—though there was no question about their own strength.
The Demons’ response was equally brutal. The final Fla Demon General, Tu’a, who bore the title ‘Pale Fla,’ raised his arm, and white flas flew out from his palm, instantly engulfing a large number of Coward Devils. The Coward Devils imdiately scread agonizingly, and before an audience of onlookers, began to Transform—suddenly enlarging bones tore through the skin, eyeballs popped out of their sockets, and flesh bubbled like boiling water… Within just a few breaths, a new wave of Flomos was born, screeching as they took off, plunging the skies, already under Demons’ control, back into contention.
Lancelot glanced at his companions with a bit of unease and saw that Bruto seed entirely oblivious to what had transpired, while Alamir was giving him an ambiguous smile.
“You don’t need to explain anything to ,” the Elf Priest interjected. “I know, that is the power you’ve gained from love, Your Highness.”
Lancelot decided to heave the other’s advice, and firmly kept his mouth shut.
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