"It's just a bit of chaos, nothing much."
Snick swallowed his saliva, a shiver running through his heart.
Even though he prided himself on being smart, in Luo Yan's eyes, he and those quietly scheming folks probably weren't much different, all just pieces on a chessboard.
Yet, at the sa ti, a fervent admiration was ignited in his heart.
No wonder he is Lord Demon King—
Truly unfathomable!
Thinking of this, Snick stood straight with loyalty and nodded, speaking.
"I understand your intentions, Lord Demon King. I will continue to monitor them and prepare for all responses. At the mont they expose themselves, I will round them up with my n and swiftly control the situation, minimizing the losses, allowing your people to witness your majestic authority!"
Luo Yan looked at him unexpectedly, surprised at his interpretation.
But it didn't really matter; Snick's misunderstanding, whether intentional or not, wasn't a bad thing for him.
In fact, he might care a little less about it.
They're just a bunch of goblins after all.
They're not even the sa species.
Moreover, Black Wind Castle was territory he picked up for free.
To be cruel, whether they understand his authority or not only affects their own mood and whether they spend today and tomorrow in discomfort or joy.
He just needs to maintain control, that's enough.
"I'm looking forward to your performance."
Luo Yan nodded with satisfaction, then shifted his gaze from the obsequious Snick to the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory in the distance.
Steam filled the air, and the workers continued their labor, with the tal-plated factory appearing increasingly solid and heavy under the glow of the flas, like the situation tightly controlled in his grasp.
Under his personal supervision, the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory at Black Wind Castle remained impregnable, with the Dragon family unable to penetrate it, only able to manipulate the Trade Union's forces from the fringes. anwhile, the Truth Departnt, aiming to address the increasingly tumultuous "public opinion," has started an investigation into the defeat at Seldo Port.
Even if the final punishnt for General Sebes is light, the stance taken by the Truth Departnt is enough to unsettle those around General Sebes. After all, not everyone is qualified to trade with the Dragon family, and not everyone can benefit from this political gamble; so must feel dissatisfied with this absurd defeat but are forced to endure it due to the pressure of reality.
All he needs to do now is wait.
If all goes expectedly, soone should start to get anxious.
...
Front line.
The cold wind swept over the desolate battlefield, broken flags flapping loudly against the city walls, with the air retaining the dried scent of blood, seemingly narrating the sorrow flowing within the silence.
The battle at Seldo Port had been over for weeks.
Faced with the relentless advance of Hamrdon, the "Imperial Griffin," the Red Fla Legion fled in panic, retreating from the volcanic crater to the vicinity of the Blood Plain in the Underworld, where they barely halted their decline thanks to the treacherous terrain and nearby reinforcents. However, even weeks later, this once unstoppable, mighty army hasn't recovered from the crushing defeat, with the transition from certain victory to utter chaos completely shattering their pride.
What disheartens the soldiers isn't just the defeat itself and General Sebes' indifference but also rumors circulating in the army.
It's said that far away in Demon City, a battle-hardened Demon King revealed the hidden truth—Seldo Port's devastation wasn't due to the Hell soldiers' lack of strength but a preditated political adventure!
This is shocking news.
It resembles a cup of scorching bitter wine yet also resembles a shower of comforting rain for the soul.
No one wants to admit their failure, especially when they clearly held the advantage, rely having to flick their fingers to crush their opponent.
A few clipped newspaper snippets beca the soldiers' only oasis and hope on the front lines... even as their officers strictly prohibited the dissemination of rumors, opening their letters, and confiscating the newspapers embedded within. The more afraid the officers were of them discussing it, the more the soldiers believed there was sothing the officers were concealing; otherwise, why would even touching it be forbidden?
They were unaware.
General Sebes indeed had a guilty conscience, but wasn't fearing their suspicions. Instead, he feared these baseless rumors potentially inviting the contamination of chaos, which could then involve the Truth Departnt, complicating what was initially straightforward.
And indeed.
When everyone dreads sothing happening, it's likely unavoidable.
At the mont General Sebes felt anxious and uneasy, the people from the Truth Departnt ca knocking.
It was a scorching afternoon.
A procession of Abyss Knights in black armor rode their tall skeletal warhorses into the barracks, silent and expressionless, with only the sound of armor clashing echoing in the night. Inside the carriage behind them sat several investigators dressed in deep red Magic Robes, observing the view outside with deathly silent eyes.
Seeing this unusual lineup, the soldiers in the camp whispered and murmured.
"They're people from the Truth Departnt!"
"The Truth Departnt?! What are they here for?"
"Could it be that General Sebes really colluded with the humans in Seldo Port..."
"Shh! Do you have any evidence?"
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