anwhile, the Flesh Butcher devouring flesh to grow can also reap rewards here.
The Land of Crimson Rot can expand unchecked in this place.
To outsiders, this Demon Army is a hindrance, but to him, it’s an unprecedented rich resource.
Erging from the spatial rift.
The Bubble Beast, laden with corpses, follows the Swamp Boggart riding the Unicorn as they return to the territory.
At this mont, the sky has completely darkened.
On the journey, they encountered so creatures that only appear at night.
However, the Swamp Boggart’s song easily made them enter the bubble automatically, becoming corpses.
At night, Weilu City is still bustling.
The Blacksmith Shop is running frantically.
The return of the Swamp Boggart aroused the curiosity of many residents.
Why do they only see the Bubble Beast and the Banshee, where is the Lord?
Bain imdiately ca out upon hearing the news.
His face was sowhat solemn.
"Did sothing happen?"
The Swamp Boggart briefly recounted today’s encounters, ultimately saying.
"The Lord ordered, deploy twenty Ancient Treant Guardians imdiately to support."
"Also, dispatch more personnel to guard the surroundings in these days, production can slow down a bit."
Only then did Bain relax, promptly transmitting the orders and imdiately deploying the twenty Ancient Treant Guardians.
After the Bubble Beast released the corpses, it followed the Ancient Treant Guardians to leave the territory again.
Bain looked sternly as they departed.
He imdiately used the flesh brought back to nurture the Cold-blooded Cavalry, anwhile ordered to speed up production... the front lines were tight, they couldn’t let the Lord do everything!
Upon hearing the tense battlefront, the residents also put their energy into work.
At this mont, the benefit of Lear’s selections beca apparent.
The residents within the territory were peace-loving and honest races, eliminating worries of any law and order issues should problems occur.
No worries about escape or rebellion.
When the Ancient Treant Guardians reached the relic.
Lear smiled happily.
The reinforcents have arrived!
He imdiately stationed these powerful beings at the forefront of the Land of Crimson Rot.
The Ancient Treant Guardians traversed the Land of Crimson Rot, charging directly into battle.
The roots swayed, beginning to strangle the Fallen Demons like a at grinder.
Charging demons at the front felt as if they were crashing into an unmovable mountain.
The size brought powerful strength, so terrifying it was almost monstrous!!
However, the quantity of Fallen Demons was their greatest advantage, rushing wave after wave like tides.
The situation started to beco a stalemate.
Weilu City’s combat power was stronger, but the Fallen Demons were greater in number.
The battle grew more intense.
After five hours, the intelligence system quietly erged in his mind.
[You commanded the army, repelling the onslaught of the Fallen Demon Army, earning additional intelligence – five kiloters beyond the front energy shield lies an Abyssal Demon Iron Mine, containing high-tier ores suited for forging advanced weapons; however, mining the ores requires dealing with more Fallen Demons.]
Watching the battle closely for real-ti adjustnts, Lear’s eyes lit up upon seeing the intelligence.
Abyssal Demon Iron?
Can forge advanced weapons?
The Blacksmith Shop is working around the clock!
But the armor, the weapons were still sowhat ragged...
Staring at the endlessly surging Fallen Demons up ahead, his gaze beca deep.
"Deserted Tomb Guards, Ancient Treant Guardians, stop the enemies from entering!"
"Cold-blooded Cavalry, pull back and rest!"
Even though 11-level troops had excellent stamina, prolonged fighting drained them considerably.
Following the troop movents, he turned to the Crimson Queen Bee.
"Head back to the territory with the Bubble Beast imdiately, bring enough food and clear water."
"Also replenish the Dark Night Elf’s arrows."
"Inform Bain of our situation, and let him increase the preparation of military supplies."
The intelligence emphasizes, this is definitely sothing good, no matter what, it must be checked.
But before that, preparations must be made!
The Crimson Queen Bee promptly responded, then a thousand Crimson Wasps flew down from the sky, taking the Bubble Beast back imdiately.
This ti, the Bubble Beast likewise loaded with bodies to return.
Returning to the territory, delivering Lear’s orders to Bain, swiftly bringing back the supplies.
After several hours, the battle line was still locked in a stalemate, with no significant changes.
Abundant food and clear water were placed under Lear’s protection in the Land of Crimson Rot.
The Dark Night Elf’s arrows were equipped as 2-star Thorny Arrows.
Every elf filled their quiver.
anwhile, the Cold-blooded Cavalry, after resting and his continuous treatnt, had returned to peak condition.
Seeing the army’s state, Lear was decisive.
He decisively ordered the army to advance.
The Ancient Treant Guardians served as the vanguard.
Rising up, they began charging recklessly.
At 25 ters tall, with trunks three tis as thick as rafters, they swung effortlessly smashing these demons.
The Fallen Demons attempted to overwhelm them, to climb onto the Ancient Treant Guardians and attack.
But the surrounding Deserted Tomb Guards gave them no such opportunity.
Sickles swung, reaping souls of those close.
Even such mighty Guardians as the Ancient Treant would be consud by nurous enemies.
But in coordination with composite troops, weaknesses could be compensated.
Mutual support ford a whole, grew stronger!
The army marched in, Lear also stowed the Land of Crimson Rot, seated atop an Ancient Treant Guardian.
Standing around him were the Dark Night Elves.
These agile warriors pulled longbows densely, targeting kills one by one.
Under fierce assaults, the hall of Fallen Demons in this empty expanse was soon swept clean.
Without hesitating, they pierced through the archway, into deeper ruins.
Just then, a faint groan sounded beside his ear.
Lear turned to see a human female warrior, entwined among tree roots on branches, slowly awakening.
Kalanis’s eyes regained clarity the instant she woke from unconsciousness.
Feeling the ubiquitous pain in her body, her gaze showed no fluctuation.
Side glances took in the surroundings.
The sight of Dark Night Elves continuously drawing bows filled her view, as did the surroundings... she’s on a tree?
Ah!!
The chaotic sounds of battle surged into her ears the next mont.
Instantly causing her eyes to narrow.
Is this army breaking out?
Right then, the imposing young man she saw before passing out lightly leapt, landing before her.
Approaching, she found him more exceptional than before.
Especially with an aura, a unique pressure of those in the upper position, indicating command over countless life and death.
That’s a charisma ordinary people, no matter how they try to disguise it, can’t replicate.
Kalanis spoke with a slightly hoarse voice.
"Thank you, sir, for your rescue, Kalanis greets you."
Then she softly added.
"Are we breaking out?"
Lear gazed at this warrior who, at level 10, killed thousands of Fallen Demons.
Spoke slowly.
"Breaking out? No, we’re delving into ruins..."
Kalanis’s gaze slightly tightened.
"May I ask... why?"
Lear’s eyes looked forward, at the end of his vision, a vein rose seven to eight ters above ground, covering a hundred ters around, emitting a heavy dark aura ca into sight.
"There’s a vein I need here."
So... he charged in against the endless Demon Army?
Kalanis turned, seeing the tide-like surging Fallen Demon Army below.
The Ancient Treant Guardians serving as vanguard bore the greatest pressure.
Yet now, like battering rams, the Treants easily smashed the front lines of Fallen Demons.
The branches swung, clearing a large area, turning enemies into bloody pulp.
There were many enemies, but... far from inflicting substantial harm on this army.
This scene offered a significant visual impact.
Ideas flickered in her mind... who is the real demon here?
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