After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

The most crucial point is that, with the help of the [Magic Network], they can upload all the data in real time for everyone to investigate... Although Yang Hao had doubts for a while about whether the [Magic Network] would also be contaminated, Elena said that they had long ago cut a part of the Magic Network into a carrier independent of the main network—doing anything on this carrier would not affect the operation of the main network, so Yang Hao could do it with peace of mind.

"Question: But this means... all data entering and leaving the carrier will need to undergo multiple disinfection tests... Won't this reduce efficiency? Is that really okay?"

"No problem. Given the choice between efficiency and saving lives, we'd definitely prefer saving lives... Let's begin."

Under the watchful eyes of Yang Hao and the others, the magical puppets transferred their consciousness into the body of the inlay golem. Controlling the golem from a distance of a hundred meters, they entered the demonic realm and, after operating normally for a few minutes, provided Yang Hao and the others with the data they needed.

Firstly, if the operation is performed outside the Demon Realm, the Golem's physical form will continuously mutate under the influence of the Demon Realm, but the operator will not be affected in any way. This applies even to their mental state.

Secondly, while it cannot be guaranteed that there will be no special changes when the operator and Golem are both in the Magic Domain, it is certain that the unsuspecting operator can be easily controlled during the operation, so there is no need to worry about the potential problem of accidental injury.

Third, and most importantly, Golems themselves are unaffected by the mist. They can maintain extremely clear visibility within the Demon Realm.

"We can use a large number of golems for preliminary reconnaissance, to find friendly forces and a path forward... But then, can we be almost certain that the [Mist] in the Demon Realm is a type of magic that only works on living beings?"

Yang Hao's confusion was acknowledged by Elena:

"Definitely: That's right. If there are no surprises, it's a conceptual magic—but compared to the conceptual abilities of Titans or higher-ranking demons, these abilities are definitely weaker."

"In other words, there is actually no mist in the [Demon Realm]... these mists are just our illusions?"

"Definitely: To be precise, only living beings with sight can see those mists... For golems, puppets that are lifeless but have sight, these mists simply do not exist."

The fog in the Demon Realm is a conceptual environment. It only appears in the eyes of living beings with sight, severely obstructing their vision and causing significant impact.

But in reality, there is no mist in the Demon Realm. These things are nothing but terrifying illusions—and the golems can take advantage of this loophole.

...However, since Golem can exploit loopholes...

Doesn't that mean that the demons are also beneficiaries of this fog?

Yang Hao imagined his troops struggling to advance in his hallucination, while dozens of meters away, the demons watched and chuckled as they launched their final attack.

...It seems the demons are far more adept at fighting on home turf than we imagined...We've all been ignoring the fact that they're fighting away from home.

Yang Hao sighed. After requesting that more embedded golems be sent from China, he knew that the main force of the Isugard colonial army had probably already suffered heavy losses.

And that is indeed the case.

While the rescue forces were still gathering, the main force of the Issugard colonial army had completely lost its way in the layers of fog.

The alien race has been assimilated, and terrifying demons could emerge from the surrounding mist at any moment. If they can grit their teeth and hold on against the changes in their allies and the enemy's surprise attacks, then the precious food and water they left behind when they went into battle lightly equipped will only last for a maximum of four more days.

If they cannot leave this hell within four days, their only food supply is four days' worth of provisions; otherwise, they will be assimilated into the demons' race.

The morale of the colonial troops was quite low. This was especially true after news arrived that another small squad had gone missing.

Their slump was noticed by the demon servants.

For the demon servants, since Roman the Demon is almost beyond redemption, then conversely, assimilating the people of Ysgard into demons seems like a good option...

After all, if they were able to maintain normal order in the Demon Realm, they must have at least allowed the original demons to modify their territory after they became demons, right?

The demon servants have had enough of those Roman demons! Let them do whatever they want... In the end, as long as those Roman demons cause trouble for the enemy, then they've fulfilled their historical mission...

But then again...

"...Previously, it seemed someone in the border gap area was trying to come in and rescue this force?" The demon servant hovered in the sky, looking down at the demoralized camp of the main force of the Isgard colonial army, muttering to himself. "...They must be stopped—but the Roman demons are not under my control...what should I do—ah?"

...The regent...is he coming in too?

The image of the border breach flashed through his mind. After noticing the regent and his two wives seemingly intending to enter through the breach...

The demon servant remained silent for a long time, then suddenly burst into joy.

It felt like a pie had fallen from the sky.

Chapter Six: What He Couldn't Have Done - 8K

The next day, May 21, when the United Nations' rescue forces completed their preparations and began their grand march towards the Demon Realm shrouded in mist, the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled who had been evacuated from the Demon Realm by the colonial army held no hope for the United Nations' rescue operation.

As pitiful people who had witnessed the various horrific scenes within the Demon Realm, they were terrified by the demons and the environment of the Demon Realm. It wasn't that they weren't warriors, but rather that they simply couldn't comprehend what was happening in the Demon Realm, and they didn't believe that the people of the United Nations, who were just like them, possessed the ability to discern the way clearly within the Demon Realm.

They watched with lifeless eyes as the United Nations forces departed, watching the golem figures slowly disappear into the mist. Finally, someone spoke first, and then:

"...Impossible. They can't possibly succeed...Those monsters are simply beyond the capabilities of humans to fight."

A wounded soldier, his head covered in grime, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and the faint scars from the removal of the mutation still visible on one hand, muttered to himself.

Due to the lack of magic in the area, all the elven mages of the United Kingdom could do was remove the mutated parts and stop the bleeding, leaving the wounded soldiers to manage the initial pain with bandages and other medicines.

But for these wounded soldiers, physical pain relief is nothing compared to the psychological terror... After all, physical pain can be numbed, but psychological terror is something else entirely...

...The wounded soldier took a deep drag of his cigarette, but because the cigarette butt was not lit, he could only inhale the tobacco directly onto his tongue.

"Those fearless monsters... they show no resemblance to our former human past... even monsters transformed from our own humans eventually lose their minds, stubbornly resisting even after being shot in the head... they are simply beyond our ability to contend with..."

The Isgardians tending to the wounded soldier hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to help change his bandages, cautiously asking:

What do you mean by this?

The wounded soldier turned his head listlessly, then chuckled twice:

"It means exactly what it says. You've never been inside... You wouldn't understand."

For these wounded soldiers of Isgard, what happened in the Demon Realm was terrifying, and it made them wonder if the United Nations' rescue forces, along with His Majesty, had gone there and would never return.

To put it bluntly...

How many people can react when faced with the tragic state of their teammates turning into monsters? How many people can bring themselves to kill their former comrades instead of trying to salvage the relationship?

Faced with former comrades who are impossible to kill or save, how many people can maintain their morale instead of being trembling with fear?

Even if they could calmly execute their comrades who had turned into demons, even if they had a way to save their allies who were about to mutate, even if their mentality and morale could remain calm...

Can they really find their way to the rear of the main force in the fog, or will they step into a trap prepared by the demons?

Impossible...impossible!

The wounded soldiers shook their heads, saying it was impossible—they would definitely fall into the trap and end up fleeing in panic like they did, making it impossible for them to save their main force.

Even if we can reunite, how many of the main force members have turned into demons these days?

So...that's impossible!

Faced with the wounded soldiers' mutterings and low morale, the soldiers who were already at the rear opened their mouths, but in the end they could only turn around and put their complicated gazes on Lady Nia, who was standing on the platform and looking at the gap in the barrier from afar.

For Nia, the suspicions of the soldiers and even the Sirens in the camp were nothing out of the ordinary.

“After all, people always doubt whether something can succeed…” Nia sighed. “The truth is, when we doubt, we are also hoping for success in the end… Contradictory thoughts are really too common. But as expected… this operation was still too dangerous.”

Nia was also quite skeptical about whether Yang Hao could actually rescue the main force of Isugard.

To put it bluntly, if she, as the leader, gives up hope, then basically no one will have any hope for the allies who are trapped in the encirclement.

...but.

Nia also believed in Yang Hao's abilities. Not because she had to believe, but because she was willing to.

After all, everything Yang Hao showed reminded her of Margarita from Ysgard...

They possess extraordinary abilities that don't belong to this world. More importantly, they always instill a strong sense of confidence in those around them, while also making people rely on them, allowing even the most desperate people to maintain a last glimmer of light in their hearts.

"...Your Majesty Yang Hao, I beg you."

Unable to enter the Demon Realm to fight alongside them, the black dragon sighed, looking down at the thick fog visible only to the living at the gap in the barrier.

"...Please bring our warriors back...In this way...Ysgard and the United Nations will become even more inseparable...and it will bring you more benefits."

While I can't guarantee anything... but if you really can do it...

Even a black dragon like myself is willing to offer you the deepest respect beyond loyalty.

Although dragons do not value emotions as much as elves, as one of the oldest races in the world, dragons also have their own grandest etiquette.

Firstly, it's about loyalty—the Black Dragon Nia has already pledged allegiance to Margarita, so it's impossible for her to betray Margarita.

But... that doesn't mean she can't have it all.

Because the second most important and solemn ritual for the dragon race is their marriage.

If the United Nations and Ysgard can maintain their current friendly relations, then the Black Dragon wholeheartedly approves of the marriage between the dragon race and the Regent of the United Nations.

Firstly, she could continue to be loyal to Margarita; secondly, she could use herself as a link to deepen the relationship between the two countries; and thirdly, her budding feelings could be satisfied.

A triple win, isn't that wonderful?

However, Nia was, after all, a person in a high position.

If such a significant matter were to be raised without Margarita's permission, she would have to acknowledge a major achievement belonging to Yang Hao—and a major achievement for Isgard.

Clearly, if His Majesty Yang Hao can truly rescue the main force...

That achievement is enough.

If he can really rescue the warriors of Ysgard.

The black dragon lowered its head and sighed.

In the Demon Realm...

While awaiting the arrival of the United Nations' rescue forces in the heart of the Demon Realm, the demon servants were also preparing their own plans.

..............

For the demon servant, whether or not the main force of Ysgard in the Demon Realm could be corrupted was no longer his primary concern.

Just as no one would consider eating a piece of sour bread when faced with a cake... In the eyes of the demon servants, the Regent was a delicious cake, while the main force of the Isgard colonial army was like a piece of sour bread—delicious and filling when hungry.

But compared to the cake, it seemed utterly worthless. In fact, it tasted sour and disgusting.

"...The Regent is my most important target."

The demon servant muttered to himself, his eyes filled with longing as he gazed at the gap through which the Allied forces had entered.

Demons are not a foolish race, nor are they unaware of the value comparison between different treasures.

For them, even if the main force of Isgard were completely corrupted, the best value they could offer would be nothing more than providing another fresh force during the calamity.

During the Cataclysm, the demons could only assemble a fresh force in a month at most—in other words, the demons that the Ysgardians transformed into could only buy the demon race about a month of buffer time, and were otherwise of little value.

Perhaps they possess a wealth of valuable intelligence? However, while demons can imitate and learn, they still need time to organize the vast amount of inconsistent information they encounter...

In other words, the outdated information gained by absorbing the knowledge of the present-day Isgardians might, in some ways, be less valuable than corrupting the future Isgardians during the Cataclysm.

Therefore, to the demons, the knowledge currently in the minds of the people of Ysgard is actually irrelevant.