A man mistakenly becomes the city lord of the land, conquering all the heavens and myriad worlds.

"Your style is completely opposite to Ms. Izawa's, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Shion, who was standing to one side, also offered her own analysis.

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finally……

The beautiful women of the Oni race came to a conclusion—Chen Hai had more competitors around him!

"Thank you so much, Lord Chenhai!!"

After the naming was completed, the lizardmen...

No, now the dragon man is kneeling on the ground again, loudly expressing his gratitude.

"Then let's set off immediately to inform our comrades at headquarters so they can gather their forces and join you all to deal with the attack from the pig-headed army!"

Without further ado, Gavilu decided to take immediate action.

Hearing him say that, Chen Hai nodded.

"Go ahead and do it; the power of the lizardmen is indispensable."

"Thank you for your approval! We'll set off now!"

Unlike before, Gavilu became extremely respectful towards Chen Hai...

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

"Lord Chenhai, your bestowed name will change our destiny, and we will return immediately!"

Canghua reluctantly bid farewell to Chenhai and followed the troops on their journey home.

Seeing the lizardman leave, Zhu Cai quickly grabbed Chen Hai's hand.

"Lord Chenhai, now that things have come to a temporary end, let us get some rest!"

"Okay, you can take a break now."

"I'll cook for you!"

Then Shion also came closer.

"Let me make you some tea!"

"It's fine as long as it's not cooking."

"Even Lord Chenhai said that...!"

Meanwhile, Benimaru, who witnessed this scene, gathered with Haku and Rigurd.

"While Lord Chenhai is resting, let's begin preparing for the upcoming all-out battle."

"I can help too."

Shizue Izawa ran over and suggested that they could use this time to practice tactics or something.

Benimaru shook his head at this.

"Please go to Lord Tatsumi's place, Miss Izawa."

"why?"

"If it's just Shuna and Shion, I feel like they'll do something reckless..."

"mess……"

Benimaru's explanation made Shizue Izawa fall into deep thought.

Then I quickly realized it.

Izawa Shizue, who once said she would witness a new world with Tatsumi, doesn't want to be beaten to the punch by the Oni girls in certain matters!

So Izawa Shizue turned around and walked towards Chen Hai's tent.

"I feel like Lord Chenhai is working very hard too."

Gobut watched Izawa Shizue's retreating figure and sighed softly.

"It has its pros and cons, but I like peace and quiet anyway."

After saying this, Benimaru led the group to the west side of the plaza, intending to assemble their troops there to prepare for future battles.

Chapter 104 Plot Changes, Pig-Headed Demon King Born Ahead of Schedule?!

"Ha-hoo! Ha-hoo!"

Heavy breathing echoed through the forest.

A pig-headed soldier in armor is running frantically forward.

Now he wished he had two more legs so he could escape this terrifying and hopeless battlefield as quickly as possible.

Sweat dripped from his forehead;

The clothes clung stickily to my skin;

The pig-headed soldiers, breathing heavily, began to discard their armor and weapons.

He would occasionally glance back to make sure the destructive force that had instantly killed his companion hadn't caught up.

What was that just now?

He couldn't understand.

Why were all my companions, except myself, taken to the sky by the floating islands?

Who was responsible for the ensuing flames and wind blades?

My mind is filled with questions, but no answers.

But he didn't continue thinking about it; instead, he focused his attention on the present moment.

Physical strength is being rapidly depleted, and the cardiopulmonary function is beginning to be under heavy pressure, causing difficulty breathing and muscle soreness.

Even so, the pig-headed soldiers showed no intention of stopping.

He used the only machete he had left to cleave through the bushes, leap over the rotting tree trunks lying on the ground, and accelerate again in another direction.

It was groaning all over its body.

Bones, muscles, heart, lungs—they all started to 'complain' because they were overworked.

And so, the pig-headed soldier stumbled and slid towards the ground.

He hit his head on a rock, fracturing his brow bone and causing his face to bleed.

Despite the pain, the pig-headed soldiers got up again and started walking again.

During the journey, he began to try to regulate his breathing.

The lingering smell of blood in his nose made him cough violently.

These smells all came from our companions who were instantly killed by some unknown force...!

Not long ago, the pig-headed soldiers witnessed the comrades' feet begin to stir, and floating islands began to form.

Apart from him, the advance force of over a thousand or so pig-headed tribe members was thus isolated on the island.

Before everyone could react to "587", a terrifying scene unfolded.

A sudden burst of fire engulfed several islands, burning all the pig-headed tribe members on them to ashes.

The wind blades were then released, engulfing more islands like a meat grinder, thus creating a bloody storm in the truest sense.

The moment his clothes were soaked by the rain of blood and flesh of his comrades, the remaining island was suddenly kneaded into a ball by some unknown force, and the pig-headed soldiers on it were squeezed and crushed!

The whole process took less than ten seconds!!!

A vanguard force of over a thousand pig-headed warriors was completely wiped out!

wrong……

He survived.

Or rather... was I deliberately left behind?

Regardless of the actual situation, the sole surviving pig-headed soldier was determined to pass on this crucial information to his people.

There is a very powerful entity in this forest; we must plan this carefully!

And so, the pig-headed soldiers returned the way they came and ran towards the pig-headed tribe's main camp.

As the advance team, they had crossed a mountain and a river, so it would take them some time to get back.

However, the pig-headed soldiers had no intention of resting.

Even though my whole body aches, my feet keep moving forward.

By the time he saw wisps of smoke rising from the area where the headquarters was located, the sun was about to set.

The pig-headed soldiers dragged their exhausted bodies, using the last of their strength to shout forward.

"Help, help me!!"

After saying that, he collapsed to the ground.

Before he passed out, he heard footsteps approaching him.

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Upon waking, the pig-headed soldiers saw several tall figures appear before them.

Pig-Head Emperor, Pig-Head General, and several captains in charge of commanding the troops all arrived at the scene.

Before they could ask any questions, the soldier began to recount everything that had happened to him.

“Our plan went smoothly at first. The advance teams scattered throughout the Jura Forest made discoveries, and one team even intercepted a lizardman action squad.”

"After we completely overwhelmed the lizardman squad, a strange thing happened..."

"Flames that appeared out of nowhere and wind blades that accompanied the atmosphere—these unstoppable forces devoured everything."

"Not a single soldier was capable of resisting; they all lost their lives to those incomprehensible abilities!"

"After this anomaly occurred, we initially thought it was an enemy ambush and used magic in the forest, but... but then everyone flew up."

"It wasn't magical flight, nor was it flying with wings; rather, the ground beneath their feet floated directly into the air. Most importantly—all the soldiers of the advance force stood on those islands."

"The enemy, whose location is unknown, seemed to know our whereabouts very well. They gathered all the pig heads except for me on different floating islands and then executed them one by one!"

"The method of execution was a replica of the previous attack: flames, wind blades, and finally, 'ravaging' was added, which directly crushed the remaining soldiers and floating islands into a ball and smashed everything to pieces."

"I'm certain there are extremely dangerous things in the Jura Forest!"

"As for why I survived... maybe they deliberately let me go so they could send me to deliver a message. Is this some kind of show of force?"

The pig-headed soldiers were unaware.

He is feeling lost right now.

He survived all by himself and didn't know what to do next.

"You did a great job, now get some rest."

Pig-Headed Emperor Grud patted the soldier on the shoulder, telling him to rest and recuperate first.

"Thank you... Lord Gerudo! I thought... someone like me would be considered a deserter..."

"The information you brought back is very valuable."

After saying that, the Pig-Headed Emperor turned and left the resting area.

Upon exiting the tent, the pig-headed general beside him immediately said...

"The soldier didn't have any magical aura on him, so the enemy probably didn't use him to track our location."

"Well...you guys continue training the soldiers, I'll go talk to them again."

After finishing his sentence, Pig-Headed Emperor walked towards another tent.

Inside the tent, the dim yellow light flickered, casting dappled shadows.

A man slowly turned around, his tall white top hat coming into view first, the bird-beak mask under the brim was dark and deep, and his goggles gleamed coldly.