It is built against the massive Yiyi Mountain Range, extending from the foot of the mountain upwards, almost reaching halfway up the mountain. At dusk every day, under the blood moon’s glow, the entire Demonic King Fortress seed to be coated with a layer of blood, with its spires towering magnificently.
However.
Today, this historically significant fortress has t its nightmare.
In the afterglow of the blood moon, the once impregnable fortress is now covered with the mottled marks of attacks, and parts of the city walls are even on the verge of collapse.
Inside and outside the city walls, countless limbs are scattered carelessly, with crimson blood that hasn’t completely dried, still emitting a strong bloody sll, looking particularly tragic.
Clearly, a fierce battle has just occurred here.
On the battlefield filled with the embers of war, squads of human soldiers wearing black and red armor are shuttling back and forth, picking up crossbow arrows dropped on the battlefield, searching for spoils from corpses, and casually stabbing the demonic clan soldiers who have not yet died.
At the enormous city gate of the Red Iron Demon King Fort, one transport vehicle after another powered by giant demon bulls are coming out of the city, fully loaded with items.
Behind the transport vehicles are long chains of demonic clans bound by chains. These demonic clans mostly look ugly, with ragged clothes, and blank, numb expressions, resembling walking corpses.
These are the captured middle to low-level demonic clans.
The higher-level, stronger demonic generals, demonic clan lords, and other demonic clans have naturally been slaughtered during the battle, leaving behind these weaker middle to low-level demonic clans. They are nurous, even within the demonic clan system, they are the lowest tier, doing laborious work like mining and serving people; at most, they are small bosses.
At this mont, under the guard of human soldiers, they dare not make any movents, only silently being driven forward.
This originally thriving Demonic King Fortress has now completely fallen. And the conquerors are evidently these troops wearing black and red armor.
Just as the soldiers were busily cleaning up the battlefield and looting spoils.
Suddenly.
A deep, thunder-like dragon roar echoed from the sky.
In the dragon roar, a giant black demonic dragon poked its head out from the gray-black mist, then swished its long tail, and gracefully descended slowly from high up in the sky.
Clearly, it had been in the sky before, but its form was concealed by the pervasive gray-black demonic evil energy in the sky.
That demonic dragon had terrifying dragon horns, its scales as hard as obsidian, and the dense demonic evil energy entangled around it, enhancing its fierce and violent presence.
Upon closer inspection, on top of the demonic dragon’s head stood two figures.
The leading figure was a young-looking man, uniquely handso, with sharply defined facial lines, high nose, deep eye sockets, both stalwart and possessing profound depth, leaving a striking impression at first sight.
He wore pure black battle armor, accentuating his tall and impressive form, with intense murderous aura emanating from him, whose imposing presence was no weaker than the black demonic dragon beneath him.
Standing behind him was an elder wearing dark robes.
The elder was thin and wrinkled, dressed in a dark long robe that seed like a blot of ink, possessing a soul-stirring quality that made one uneasy.
These two were none other than Little Demon Sovereign Chao Qianjue, and Gong Litu, the Void Realm Demon King often accompanying him.
Upon seeing this, the busy soldiers outside the fortress showed expressions of reverence.
"Battalion Commander Su Huaichang of the Shura Corps Fifth War Legion, greets Young Master, Demon King."
Among the soldiers, a middle-aged man in heavy armor, even before the demonic dragon fully descended, flashed his figure into the air to greet the two with respect.
This middle-aged man had a resolute face and a stern deanor, with an alarming amount of blood evil energy around him.
Compared to ordinary battalion commanders, he was in the Divine Power Territory, clearly not barely at the early stage, but most likely at the mid-stage, or even advanced stage.
"Hahaha~ Good, good, good! Indeed worthy of the Old Ancestor’s secret nurturing of an ace; under the Shura Corps, the battalion’s strength is truly formidable. It pleasantly surprises this Young Master~" The Little Demon Sovereign’s handso face bore a vigorous smile, "The battle was well done; it wasn’t futile for this Young Master’s painstaking efforts, using battalion movents and defense swaps to create an opportunity for you to stealthily pass through the blockade, sneaking to this place."
The Shura Corps was a secretly nurtured ace legion by the Chao Clan, though not large in numbers, their strength was exceptionally strong.
Any battalion under its banner had combat power far exceeding ordinary battalions—elite among elites, ace among aces, never deployed lightly.
This ti, the chaos triggered by Young Master Ming Shura’s death was an exceptional opportunity, causing the Demon Lord to allocate one battalion to the Little Demon Sovereign.
The Little Demon Sovereign didn’t hesitate, leading this battalion and two under his command to infiltrate into the Demon God of Darkness and Kill’s Demonic Realm hinterland, utilizing the demonic clan’s defenseless back lines to begin the surprise attack on the Demonic King Fortress.
Facts proved that this strategy was very successful.
Look, the typically hard-to-conquer Red Iron Demon King Fortress beca easy to capture due to its defenseless state, falling smoothly with just three battalions, making the war gains truly glorious.
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