The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 639 The Demon King Representing Hell Wins Back for the People of the Continent of Os
On the eastern border of Twilight Province, Greystone Town lies quietly at the edge of a forest.

The town was completely wiped out during the previous Green Forest Army uprising, and now all that remains are half-collapsed stone walls and charred wooden beams.

Weeds grew rampant on the broken walls and ruins, and withered vines climbed over the dry well filled with rubble.

There was no smoke from cooking fires, nor could one hear human voices; only the biting north wind howled through the empty window frames.

In short, this is a completely dead place.

On that country road leading to the ruins, a massive army of ogres was marching westward.

Although this army was not as large as the million-strong main force a hundred miles away, it still numbered in the tens of thousands.

The burly ogres marched in a loose formation, their heavy footsteps breaking through the frozen ground. Beside them, as always, came swarms of goblins, groaning and shoving each other as they moved forward, looking like writhing maggots.

Leading the way was a mammoth clad in armor made of animal bones. Its thick, wrinkled gray hide resembled a weathered mountain, and with each step it took, the earth shook.

The ogre riding on the back of the mammoth was named Godog. Among his kind, he was slightly thinner, but this was only relative.

His height of over 2.5 meters and his muscles twisted like iron chains still exuded overwhelming destructive power. The three blood-red battle marks on his face and the scar across his brow bone added a touch of bloodlust to that destructive power.

As the leader of this "hunting force," Godog, on the orders of the clan chief, marched westward at the same time that Muhadi was advancing into the Ten Thousand Mountains, bringing the flames of war into the human world.

Just as the dwarven general "The Sighing Throat" had guessed, the ogres had indeed set their sights on this prize. However, he had overlooked one crucial point: these creatures always had an insatiable appetite.

They chose to have it all.

Riding his mammoth to the front of Greystone Town, Godog glanced at it indifferently, his broad nostrils twitching slightly as he carefully sniffed the air.

The stench of decay wafted into my nostrils, followed by the cold frost and snow.

There was no sign of life.

He lifted the heavy battle axe with one hand, preparing to signal the army to cross this deadly land, when a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from mid-air.

He looked up, and then his pupils contracted slightly.

A dense swarm of arrows, like locusts, swept across the low hills southeast of Graystone Town, transforming into a dark cloud that suddenly crashed down!

"Whoosh whoosh—!"

Faced with the sudden rain of arrows, hundreds of ogres and goblins fell to the ground, emitting mournful screams.

Some of them were pinned to the frozen ground by arrows, some had their skulls pierced, and some had their intestines pulled out by arrows. The scene was simply too gruesome to bear!
However, the most gruesome sight was the goblin minions surrounding the ogres. The ogres, far from being afraid, were instead enraged by the sudden spray of blood.

For an army of tens of thousands, these casualties are nothing more than a tickle.

Godog smiled coldly, neither dodging nor avoiding the rain of arrows that poured down upon him. He raised his battle axe and pointed it in the direction from which the arrows were coming.

"Roar—!" The mammoth beneath him let out a thunderous roar.

The roar was like a horn, causing the ogre warriors beside him to quickly regroup, raising their wooden shields to form a continuous wall, blocking all the arrows that followed!
At the same time, a group of ogre cavalry riding tusked boars charged out of their main camp with howls, rushing towards the low hill to search for survivors.

Everything was as orderly as a textbook.

The followers of Kalmandes were not ignorant of the ways of war; on the contrary, they were well-versed in them and used various tactics with great skill.

Just as the boar cavalry was about to cross the ruins of Graystone Town, a creaking sound suddenly came from behind the broken walls.

Godog suddenly looked toward Graystone Town, his pupils, which flashed with a fierce light, narrowed slightly.

In the hazy morning mist, the deep footsteps grew closer, accompanied by the clanging of armor and the grating of bones.

"Gahahaha! It's finally my turn to show off my skills!"

"That planner is awesome!"

"Heads! Heads! Mine! All mine!"

"Don't stop me! I'm going to take on ten of them!"

"Go ahead, no one's stopping you."

"Damn it! Why can't I move?!"

"The game planner is back to writing the storyline again!"

"Wait! Why do I have a bad feeling?!"

"Am I going to be relegated to the background again?"

The skeleton soldiers surged forward, shoulder to shoulder, only to be forced to halt upon reaching their designated location. It seemed as if an invisible chain bound them, forcing them to channel their fierce fighting spirit into the burning light within their skulls.

Godot's eyes flickered.

"Undead?"

It seems to be more than just the dead.

Just then, a burly figure emerged from the center of the town.

That was a half-orc.

His skin was covered with crisscrossing old wounds, and his dark red eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light in the shadows.

He casually held a huge double-edged battle axe in his right hand. The axe blade was coated with bright red paint, which seemed to be bloodstains that had seeped into the metal texture over the years!
Behind him, a vast army of undead surged out of the ruins like a gray-white tide.

The skeleton soldiers stood in crooked square formations, holding a motley collection of weapons: rusty iron swords, chipped wooden shields, pitchforks dug out of some graveyard, and surprisingly clean, brand-new muskets.

The withered skeletons rustled in the cold wind, yet the green soul fire burning within their skulls burned with fierce fighting spirit.

Godog couldn't understand why the orcs would stand with the undead, and he couldn't understand why some of the undead would give him the middle finger.

Does it have any special meaning?
And those creaking and groaning sounds, they sounded like they were talking, but he couldn't understand what the skeletons were saying.

Grak stopped in the open space in front of the two armies.

Looking at the ogre riding on the back of the mammoth, he grinned, and bloodthirsty heat emanated from behind his tusks.

“Glak”.

He pointed his battle axe at the ogre and, as all orcs do in duels, announced his home.

"Graveyard, Blood Blade Demon General."

Godog looked down at the orc from his high vantage point, gradually losing the contempt in his eyes.

He could sense the terrifying power lurking within the other's body, a ferocious aura honed through countless battles amidst mountains of corpses and seas of bones.

This guy—

He's a strong person!
It's at least at the peak of the diamond level!

A glint of excitement flashed in Godot's single eye.

As one of the most valiant hunters of the Blood Abyss Clan, he had not encountered an opponent who could ignite his passion with just a glance for a long time.

He leaped off the broad back of the mammoth, his feet slamming into the frozen ground, creating a shallow, cracked crater.

Then, he pulled out the battle axe covered in bits of flesh from his back, its menacing blade gleaming coldly in the wind.

"Godogo, the Blood Abyss Clan!"

He responded in the same traditional way.

Then, without any further probing or nonsense, he suddenly exerted force with both legs and shot towards Grak like a wild beast out of control!

As the monster approached at an incredible speed, Grac's smile widened. He then swung his double-edged battle axe and charged straight at Goddog's charging trajectory without flinching.

Two ferocious figures, one large and one small, collided violently in the middle of the snowfield!
"boom--!"

The two battle axes clashed violently, and a violent shockwave rolled outward from the two of them, turning into a visible air wave!
With an irresistible force, the surging airwaves instantly swept away the snow within dozens of steps, and threw pebbles and withered grass into the air!
That was only the power of a single strike.

In the short span of a breath, the two exchanged dozens of blows with their axes, the deafening hammering sound almost shaking down all the snow on the treetops within a mile radius!
The powerful and sweeping attacks thrilled the newbies standing around, who wished they could spend real money on the spot to experience the thrill of being a diamond-level powerhouse.

pity.

This damn operator's plan is just teasing us again; they still haven't opened the recharge channel. I have no idea what this lousy operator is after.

Fortunately, those damn operators did at least consider their sense of participation.

Just as the two generals clashed, the cutscene ended, and the shackles that had been placed on them were instantly removed.

Realizing they could charge forward, the players in the front row shouted excitedly and lunged forward, brandishing their weapons.

"Kill them all!!"

At the same time, the ogres and goblins standing behind Godog also let out a deafening roar.

"kill!!!"

The two armies collided violently on the snowfield outside Graystone Town, like two torrents bursting their banks, instantly creating a storm of blood, flesh, and bone fragments.

Looking at the entire battlefield, it is clear that the ogres have the upper hand.

Those hulking figures, relying on their size and brute strength, wielded their heavy weapons, each heavy blow shattering the skeletons in their path into dust.

While the goblins were small in stature, their sheer numbers made up for it. Like ubiquitous earthworms, they swarmed beneath the ogres, causing immense trouble for players trying to dodge their attacks.

However, the players in the Great Tomb were clearly not to be underestimated.

A skeleton soldier, having his right arm severed, grabbed the broken sword with his left hand and stabbed it into the enemy's thigh.

Even if their sternum is shattered, the remains lying in the snow will be pieced back together by the magical pull of the acolytes behind them, and they will stagger to their feet and continue to move forward.

The entire ruins of Graystone Town quickly turned into a pot of boiling porridge!
In this pot of porridge, some of the bone roots were particularly hard to chew.

Although most of the skeletons in this wave were newbies practicing their skills, after years of exposure to the official forums, they were already familiar with the various strategies and tactics developed by veteran players.

For example, a player named "Who to Bury Tonight" covered himself in explosives, lit the fuse, and charged into a group of ogres.

Sparks hissed as the fuse spewed out, accompanied by a tremendous roar, sending blood, flesh, and bone fragments flying everywhere!

After this guy set a good example, other players followed suit.

Anyway, the bodies are free, and the explosives are free too. Taking two is not a loss, taking three is a huge profit!
After several rounds of bombardment, the goblins would abandon their tattered shields and run away as soon as they saw a skeleton glowing with fire.

As a result, many players didn't even have explosives strapped to their bodies, but just a torch, which still terrified the goblins.

The goblins, darting about, tripped up the ogres. They roared and slashed indiscriminately, making the scene even more bloody and gruesome.

On the other side of the battlefield, a row of dead lay scattered on the snow.

That was the team led by [Ashes Rice].

They remained motionless, feigning death, letting the snow cover their skeletons.

Just as a few greedy goblins approached to search for the scrap metal, a dozen rusty daggers suddenly emerged from under the snowdrift and pierced the goblins' ankles.

Screams rose and fell, and the group of skeletons, feigning death, took the opportunity to roll over and specifically target the enemy's back row and lower body.

These undead interspersed along the lines had absolutely no sense of honor. They were neither brave nor orderly, and many of their tactics even looked rather unethical.

But it is indeed effective.

The battle between the two armies reached a stalemate for a time.

While the players were using all sorts of clever tactics to fight the ogres, the two generals had already exchanged blows for over a hundred rounds.

The two battle axes clashed back and forth, clearing a large open space on the ground. The fierce battle was so intense that even the surrounding frozen ground was melting!

Godog's fighting style is the most traditional approach of ogres: wide-ranging and powerful strikes. His heavy battle axe, imbued with wind pressure, leaves a deep trench in the frozen ground with each slash!

Grak, on the other hand, displayed a completely different fighting style. His double-edged battle axe flew up and down in his hands, wielding it with the agility of a sword, specifically targeting the openings left by the ogre's attacks!
The two heavy weapons clashed repeatedly, sparks flying everywhere, and the two equally matched opponents were evenly matched for a time!

Godog held a slight advantage thanks to his massive size and brute strength, while Grac used his shrewd experience and skill to constantly defuse the danger!
The battle became intense and deadlocked for a time.

Just as the two teams' forwards were locked in a fierce battle, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.

Upon hearing the sudden sound that engulfed the battlefield, both the ogres wielding their clubs and the goblins scrambling on the ground instinctively raised their heads.

To the west, dozens of small black dots broke through the wind and snow, swooping down towards the sky.

As they drew closer, they grew larger and larger, finally revealing their full forms to the ogre army!
Seeing the glider appear overhead, [Ashes Rice], who was pretending to be dead amidst a pile of corpses, let out a joyful shout.

"An airplane! It's that septic tank guy's airplane!"

A newbie lying next to him tilted his head.

"Isn't it called a chemical pool?"

“You don’t understand,” [Ash Rice] nudged the soul fire in his skull toward the newbie next to him and began to show off his seniority. “Old players all know that he used to be called Septic Tank. Because the name was too offensive, the dog planners punished him.”

"Drink it all... Ugh!" Another newbie next to me had already started vomiting.

Just as the skeleton soldiers were talking, dozens of gliders had already drawn an arc and gracefully crashed into the ogre horde. These crude aircraft were not equipped with any bombing devices.

Because they are bombs themselves!

"Bomb coming!!!"

He gulped down the chemical pool in one go, letting out a strange cry that only he could understand. Then he pushed the lever to its limit and ignited the fuse.

With a deafening roar, clusters of orange-red fireballs exploded amidst the ogre army, transforming into violent shockwaves that slammed into the chests of the ogres.

Both ogres and goblins were swept into the air like withered leaves. Several heavy mammoths caught in the blast let out painful screams, broke free from their tamers, and ran wildly in terror.

The broken chains and reins lashed at the surrounding ogres and goblins, who could only watch helplessly as these berserk beasts rampaged through their ranks.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse!

Godot's pupils suddenly contracted.

Especially when the whirlwind carrying gunpowder smoke hit his face, he realized for the first time that this seemingly dilapidated undead army in front of him was completely different from any enemy he had ever encountered before!

These ruthless killers are more like followers of Kalmandes than his own men!
His soldiers would still feel fear when cornered, become exhausted from continuous battles, and lose their fighting ability due to blood loss.

However, these guys who are already dead—

They don't even care about death itself!

The ogre army's originally unstoppable offensive came to an abrupt halt in this sea of ​​fire that descended from the sky.

The scales of victory began to tip in the other direction.

But they soon discovered that their troubles were far more than that!
Just as Godog cleaved Grac in two with an axe and roared toward the sky in an attempt to regroup the scattered ranks, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out in the distance.

Unlike the long lines of executions in the Os Empire, these were continuous, crisp explosions, and they came from a high place beyond the sight of the ogre army!
On the hilltop to the southeast, rows of strangely shaped "short guns" had appeared out of nowhere.

The skeleton soldiers vigorously cranked the handles on the sides, causing the six gun barrels to rotate alternately and spew out thick, long tongues of fire!

"Da da da—!"

The boar cavalrymen who were sneaking towards the low hill were the first to be hit. The ogre and his mount were torn to pieces, and pieces of flesh and blood were scattered all over the snowfield.

The rapid-fire lead bullets were ridiculously fast, and the continuous bursts of fire sounded like a huge, thick cloth being torn apart!

As the ogre cavalry riding tusked boars were wiped out, the players lying prone on the low hill grinned and raised their gun barrels.

A dense hail of bullets traced deadly parabolas, unleashing overwhelming suppressive firepower towards the densely packed ogre positions!
The lead bullets rained down on the ogre's head like a sudden downpour, making his shield clang loudly.

In a short while, the shields were riddled with bullets, and the ogres hiding behind them fell one after another into pools of blood.

On the contrary, the cunning goblins used the ogre's huge body as cover and scrambled to their deaths.

Seeing his men falling in droves, Godot's eyes widened in fury.

He roared and charged toward Grak in a final desperate attempt to finish him off before turning the fire-breathing monsters on the hill into mincemeat.

However, Grac had anticipated his thoughts and gave him no chance to succeed.

The orc's terrifying stamina was on full display at this moment. No matter how frantic the opponent's attacks were, he still wielded his double-edged battle axe with ease and fought them to the death.

He deliberately guided Godog's movements, using the crisscrossing machine gun fire in mid-air to further block the ogre general's retreat.

Just as Godog was gritting his teeth and fighting back, a strange figure suddenly cut into the battlefield from the flank.

Her skin was as pale as snow, and her lithe figure was wrapped in a dark purple robe. Her eerie eyes were like the fangs of a venomous snake, and the thorny whip in her hand was like the snake's tail.

Blanchia, the Thorn Demon General.

Like Grak, she was one of the Demon King's most capable lieutenants, and also one of his most loyal demon generals... at least that's what she claimed to be.

Godog keenly sensed the threat coming from the flank. His one eye quickly turned to the woman who seemed amiss, and he held his battle axe horizontally in front of him to defend himself.

However, facing him was also Grac.

"Who gave you permission to look away?" Grak grinned maliciously, took a step forward, and his double-edged battle axe slashed down with a whooshing sound as it tore through the air!
The swift attack forced Godot to refocus his attention, barely managing to block the gruesome blow with the handle of his axe.

"clang--!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed across the battlefield as both sides launched several more fierce attacks, moving so fast that only afterimages remained!
Grac abandoned his previous style of grappling, discarding flashy but impractical techniques and focusing instead on overwhelming destructive power.

He wanted to make Godog exert all his strength with every swing of his axe, leaving him no room to deal with any other attacks from other directions!
Meanwhile, Brancia flanked the enemy, occasionally lashing out at Godog with her thorny whip.

The tip of the whip was wreathed in a dark purple glow, a curse attached to the whip!

Each of her blows left a festering burn that emitted black smoke on Godog's grayish-green flesh!
These wounds weren't fatal, but each one was accompanied by excruciating pain. Even Karmandes' men were finding it hard to cope and gradually began to let out painful growls.

That pained expression brought a look of intoxication to Brancia's face.

Her fighting style has never been about killing her opponent with a single blow, but about slowly destroying her opponent's nerves through torture until she falls into a daze due to immense pain, and her skin is torn open in her mental breakdown.

That madman.

Grak muttered a complaint to himself.

If possible, he would still prefer to work with Thanos.

Although that guy likes to show off, he's ruthless and doesn't talk much. If a problem can be solved with one strike, he'll never use a second one.

"Roar—!" Godog roared, forcefully deflecting the oncoming battle axe and whip, and then swept the two demon generals back with a horizontal strike.

Karmandes, the chosen one, truly lives up to his reputation as the strongest being chosen by the gods.

Even when facing the coordinated attack of two equally skilled opponents, he was able to stand firm amidst the fierce onslaught and do his best not to fall behind!

However, his persistence was destined to be only temporary.

The demons under the Demon King's command are different from ordinary demons. Their pure faith power has not been diluted by the huge group of vested interests, and the four demon generals who have existed in the Great Tomb since the early days are battle-hardened experts!

Grac's power continued to rise rapidly, and his attacks became increasingly fierce. At the same time, Blancia's moves became more insidious, and more and more toxins seeped into Godog's body through his blood.

The massive battle axe grew increasingly heavy, gradually losing its ability to keep up with the trajectory of the double-edged axe. And Godog's once rock-solid attacks began to show numerous openings!
The turning point came from an ordinary confrontation!

Grac roared and swung his axe down, while Godog gritted his teeth and raised his axe to meet the blow.

The two heavy battle axes collided again with a loud crash. Godog felt a sudden numbness in his arms, and his heavy body was uncontrollably shaken back half a step.

The fatal mistake lies in that half step.

Blancia's thorny whip lashed out silently from her side and rear, its long shaft seemingly having eyes, tightly wrapping around Goddog's right arm!

The sharp spikes pierced the rough flesh without mercy, and the carefully modified toxins were forcibly injected through the wound!

"Take this with gratitude. It's a specially modified poison for you, hehe."

Brancia smiled, tightened her grip on the whip, and with an elegant step back, dodged the sweeping crimson shockwave.

Godog let out a painful roar, his thick arm straining to break free. But the whip tightened its grip, and the rapid spread of the poison caused his right arm to go numb in the blink of an eye.

With a clang, the mountain-splitting axe slipped from his hand and fell into the snow.

Grac did not miss this opportunity.

He took a firm step forward, and his double-edged battle axe transformed into a streak of light, smashing heavily into Godog's left shoulder!
The sharp blade sliced ​​through flesh and blood, and without any resistance severed the collarbone and ribs, slashing diagonally all the way to the ogre warrior's right waist and out!

His intestines were pulled out onto the ground by the axe hook, and his massive body collapsed in a shower of blood. This ruthless killer buried his wide-open eyes in the snow.

"Waaaaah—!"

The mammoth, now without its master, let out a mournful roar, swung its trunk, and charged recklessly toward Grac.

Brancia coldly stared at the behemoth, flicked her wrist, and after retracting the thorn whip, she flung it out again, transforming it into dozens of black shadows that attacked.

The dark purple spikes, like a shadowy thorn blooming in a dead land, pierced the mammoth's face, instantly penetrating the enchanted armor that could withstand machine gun fire, and burrowing into the giant beast's eye sockets and skull!

Before it could even let out a scream, the mammoth died instantly. Its body slid forward more than ten steps due to inertia, carving a deep furrow in the ground!

Countless ogres were crushed by its body and buried under its massive corpse, the sound of bones breaking echoing everywhere.

With their commander dead, the already crumbling morale of the ogre army instantly collapsed, and the goblins were the first to flee.

Subsequently, the red light in the ogres' pupils faded, and they fled in disarray towards the Wanren Mountains.

"Kill them, brothers!"

"Don't let these guys get away!"

"Ouch!"

The players roared and gave chase.

They finally got a winning hand, and taking advantage of the chaos to pick off enemies is one of their best skills.

Several gliders that were circling down couldn't brake in time. After several left and right turns, they could only give up and crash into the mud with the explosives still attached.

Actually, there's no need to hesitate at all.

This thing was simply thrown off the airship; it didn't even have landing gear, so considering landing was really unnecessary.

The explosion sent flames shooting into the sky, a kind of fireworks display to celebrate the victory and to cheer on the players who were howling and chasing after the enemy.

Grac did not pursue.

He stood beside Godog's body, which was broken in two, wiped the blood off the axe blade with the man's leather armor, and then turned to look at the old woman who was walking slowly towards him.

"How did you come."

Brancia smiled and replied in a languid voice.

"The Demon King was worried that one of you wouldn't be enough, so he sent me to cover the battle from a distance."

Grak snorted coldly, his voice carrying a hint of the arrogance unique to orcs.

"Unnecessary worry."

Brancia looked at him with a half-smile, the warmth in her purple eyes gradually fading.

"Are you saying that the Demon King's decision is unnecessary?"

That hat is really too heavy.

Grac's arrogance was instantly extinguished by a bucket of cold water being poured over his face, but he still stubbornly let out a low growl as a response to her.

"Don't dare."

He had no doubt about the Demon King's authority and would absolutely obey the will of that great man, but that did not mean he would bow down to the city lord of Desperate City.

Brancia ignored her, simply turning around and glancing at the battlefield strewn with corpses, saying with lingering interest.

"What's next? Does the Demon King have any further instructions?"

Grac answered in a muffled voice.

"Human soldiers are on their way here and will soon take over this area."

Brancia raised an eyebrow.

"Should we eat them all together?"

Upon hearing this, Grac grinned, finally finding an opportunity to retort.

"If you want to anger the Demon King, you are welcome to try."

A hint of regret appeared on Brancia's face as she abandoned her idea of ​​ravaging the human army along with them.

"It seems we'll have to play along with them for a while."

Grac hoisted the battle axe back onto his broad shoulders, gazed at the fleeing tide in the distance, and casually uttered a remark.

"After all, the threat of chaos is more deadly. Let's take care of those guys first."

The fleeing ogre army and the pursuing undead disappeared together into the distant horizon.

Grac quickly packed up the spoils, while Brancia gave the acolytes a look that signaled them to head home.

Soon, the army that dealt a heavy blow to Chaos took away the machine guns deployed on the position, as well as other weapons that were too advanced to be displayed.

Then, before the Os Empire's army could take over the defense zone, the Great Necropolis army vanished silently into the depths of the forest.

On that quiet morning, the Holy Spirits under the command of the Divine Child once again saved the Twilight Province from crisis.

However, considering that the Demon King is never one to do good deeds anonymously.

It seems that the answer to the mystery will be revealed in time.

(End of this chapter)