No one had expected that in the span of a single night, the Kukull Basin, which had been peaceful for several months, would suddenly descend into utter chaos. Millions of demons and humans became interwoven across the battlefield, countless brutal clashes erupted in an instant, and the intensity of the war rose directly to the level of a fight to the death.
Autran and the Storm Kingdom had deployed nearly a million troops between them, launching surprise attacks on Despair Fortress and Bone City. The Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom followed close behind, committing its main forces to a fierce assault on Blood Hell City.
The demons had been even bolder, drawing eighty percent of the Mid-tier Demons from eighteen demon legions to form an elite force. Ostensibly, it had been sent to attack the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom, but in truth, it had raced hundreds of miles to ambush the Autran Kingdom, defeating an army of three hundred thousand humans in a single battle and achieving a brilliant victory.
Well, that was the intelligence obtained by the Elf Empire, the Human Alliance, and the various top factions. In reality, the demons, the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom, the Autran Kingdom, and the Storm Kingdom all had unspeakable grievances.
There was no need to mention the demons. Though they had seemingly crushed three hundred thousand Autran troops and held the upper hand, their three main cities—Blood Hell, Despair, and Bone—were all at risk of falling. Their disadvantageous situation had not been completely reversed.
Roland had lost two hundred million gold coins, and it pained him to the core.
Freddy practically wanted to die. He had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to bait it. Even now, he could not understand why the demons had suddenly changed course, ignoring the Sacred