As dawn broke, the massive human army charged toward the ferocious Werewolves.
The regular army was at the forefront, and their combat discipline allowed the army to resist the Werewolves ' slaughter immediately.
Even under such circumstances, human armies still find it difficult to achieve effective offensive efficiency when facing Werewolves.
"When will these slaves be able to go on the field?"
Beside Ryan, Viscount Hogg and Count Soron both looked at him, while around them, tens of thousands of slave soldiers held jewel-like crystals in their hands, which they were swallowing.
Ryan possesses a scroll capable of shattering all crystals. Once he activates the Magic Scroll, the crystals will shatter, releasing the Demon Potion within, leaving no room for reversal.
"Wait a little longer, let the army wear down some of the Werewolves ' strength."
The Demon Potion is the nobles' last resort, and it can only be used if they are certain of a complete victory.
Ryan looked at the battlefield in the distance. The Dragonblood Warriors withstood the Werewolves ' bloodthirsty attacks immediately. Their thick metal armor could withstand the Werewolves ' claws. When the greatsword slashed down, the Werewolves had to dodge to avoid being cut in two.
However, this battlefield was unique. On the left and right sides of the Dragonblood Warrior Legion, the nobles' regular army was gradually collapsing. Their armor could not withstand the power of the Werewolves, and their ability to kill the Werewolves was limited when they banded together.
"My army cannot hold out for long."
Count Soron exerted pressure, not wanting the Dragonblood Warrior Legion to suffer too many losses, while Ryan provided the answer during his continuous inspections.
"Wait until that army collapses."
Ryan pointed to one side of the battlefield, where 1,500 soldiers from the nobles of Silver Stream County were attacking. However, it seemed that the soldiers were of mixed quality, and they were retreating constantly after their first brutal encounter with the Werewolves.
Of the 1,500 soldiers, 300 to 400 died in the five minutes of the battle, while they killed fewer than 100 Werewolves.
They would soon collapse, and following Ryan's lead, the surrounding slave legions began to move closer in that direction.
After the Demon Potion took effect, it became difficult to distinguish friend from foe, and that position only had one side facing the enemy.
"The troops at the front can't hold out any longer."
Viscount Hogg left, but soon returned, saying with some heartache that the army had suffered too many casualties. This battlefield was located in the Count Winter Territory, and the human army hadn't even been able to advance into Winter Canyon.
The Werewolves, now back in force, are putting constant pressure on the human army. They have relieved some of the pressure on Count Winter, but this pressure is also overwhelming the nobles' army.
Finally, Ryan witnessed the complete rout of the Silver Stream County army. Hundreds of men retreated in a chaotic and disorganized manner, completely disregarding the situation behind them and fleeing in fear.
"This war has no need for deserters."
Ryan quickly arrived at the front of the slave army and shouted:
"Whatever your reasons, now—give your lives for this war!"
"Take up your weapons, attack, charge!"
"Kill them!!!"
Thousands upon thousands of slave soldiers roared in a frenzy, which was also the effect of magic. The Mages had added something to today's food to awaken the slaves' blood and make them run wildly in a frenzy.
"Kill these damn Werewolves!"
Ahead, the fleeing soldiers watched with some fear as a large army of slaves charged toward them. They were overjoyed; this was reinforcements.
Behind them, the pursuing Werewolves let out cruel howls, their roars echoing through the sky.
"Weak humans should offer their blood to the great Werewolves!"
"Drain their blood!"
The Werewolves roared, its ferocious face covered in thick fur, making it a fearsome sight on the battlefield, like an invincible banner.
Ancient bloodlines call out, and the Deities the Werewolves serve have unknowingly awakened their souls. Bloodlust becomes their instinct, Werewolves, their eyes bloodshot with excitement, charge towards the humans ahead, determined to catch up with those fleeing and to kill those rushing towards them.
In the distance, Ryan took out the scroll Rosalind had given him, opened it, and found only darkness, and within that darkness was an eye.
"Those who gaze into the Abyss will also be marked by the Abyss; the price of using the scroll is high."
Rosalind's voice echoed in Ryan's ears, and more than a dozen magical lights began to spread from his body. These were spells cast on Ryan by Mages to help him focus on this eye.
This is a necessary means; for mortals facing immense power, magic is the best and only help.
But soon, the magical radiance around Ryan began to dissipate, and the eye on the scroll came to life.
Blood dripped from the crimson eyes, making Ryan's palms feel wet. Without hesitation, he tore the scroll apart with his powerful force, as if releasing some terrifying entity in that instant.
The bright sunshine in the sky turned the clouds darkened, and then an eye appeared in the void. It looked around and finally its gaze fell on the ground below, where countless tiny black dots, like ants, were running around. Among these running black dots, it felt its own power.
The next moment, its pupils contracted like wheat awns, becoming a blood-red sun in the sky. It was furious that someone had stolen its power, and it roared—if eyes could also make a sound.
It did indeed do it; its blood-red eyes called upon the earth's own power, and then, in the next moment—
Click!
A soft cracking sound echoed around Ryan, making him feel as if he had fallen into Abyss. Then he saw the crystal-like confinement within the bodies of the charging slave soldiers being shattered by the black liquid inside.
That was alive too. He thought the scroll's power was to shatter the crystal and release the Demon Potion, but now he realized he was wrong. The power of the Demon Potion wasn't released, but awakened. Every dose of Demon Potion was made from the blood of a terrifying being, and they belonged Eternity to the great being behind them, whether they became Magic Potion or a stone.
The pitch-black liquid flowed through the internal organs and blood into the bodies of those humans, staining their bones black. The purpose of this was not to change the color, but to make the bones more malleable.
The once-fanatical army of slaves began to suffer, with countless people screaming in agony, though their voices gradually turned into the howls of wild beasts.
Ahead, the fleeing soldiers looked at the "reinforcements" that were so close at hand with some fear. They were suddenly afraid, as if the humans in front of them were more terrifying than the Werewolves chasing them.
"Hahaha, you weak humans, just obediently become my food!"
The Werewolves howled, and then the next moment, the sluggish, immobile human in front of him suddenly split open with a bang in front of him.
Amidst the shattered fragments of humanity, the Werewolves saw crimson eyes, and the pitch-black monster roared at him with pure destructive desire.
Immediately afterwards, a monster that could still be identified as human lunged at the Werewolves. Hard and cold, the Werewolves felt a sharp edge just by touching the monster's scales, as if it could cut through flesh even more easily than its own claws.
"What is that?!"
The Werewolves roared, a common tactic used to threaten enemies who didn't understand the situation. However, while such a roar was effective against rational beings, it was meaningless to the Abyssal Kin.
The Werewolves's howl drew the attention of the Demon Kin, whose crimson eyes fixed on the Werewolves. The next moment, their beast-like bone claws reached for the Werewolves.
Tens of thousands of slave soldiers, under the influence of the Demon Potion, were all transformed into terrifying monsters. The power of the Abyss corroded the ground beneath their feet, and the winds on the battlefield suddenly shifted. As the Werewolves were slaughtered, more and more Demon Kin rushed forward, charging into the Winter Canyon and indiscriminately killing all the Werewolves around them.
They couldn't tell friend from foe, but Ryan had chosen the right direction; the Demons army was surrounded by Werewolves.
"Damn Abyssal Monster!"
A powerful Werewolves howled, summoning Werewolves to attack. Werewolves and Demon Kin, equally savage and wild warriors, clashed and fought each other in a brutal and relentless battle.
"Can we win?"
The appearance of the Abyssal Monster reversed the tide of the war, giving them a slight advantage. However, seeing the countless wolves swarming towards the Demons army on the ground, a spectacular sight like a thousand rivers flowing into the sea, Count Soron couldn't help but have doubts.
The Demon Potion was indeed powerful, turning weak human slaves into powerful war monsters, but these were the very war monsters they had always faced.
Those Werewolves on the other side.
"I don't know."
Ryan also looked at the battlefield, which was now the focus of everyone's attention. Even Count Winter's eyes were in the sky, and the Flying Wolf Cavalry were watching closely.
The battle between Demons and Werewolves will determine the future of Northwind Province and the Fate of all the nobles on this land.
"Heh, the Empire betrayed the Dawn and welcomed the light, but in this war, it is the Demons of the Abyss who place humanity's hopes on them."
Count Soron said with a self-deprecating laugh that the battle there was too primitive and barbaric, and so far, neither he nor Viscount Hogg and Baron Ryan could see the direction of the war.
Waiting, all that remained in my anxious heart was waiting, waiting for the Werewolves and Demon Kin to die on that battlefield.
Ryan frowned. In his field of vision, he could gradually see that in the distant war, the Demon Kin occupied the upper right corner of the grid. However, in the three directions of the Demons army, in the Mountain Forest, in the canyons, and on other battlefields, tens of thousands of Werewolves no longer mocked the human soldiers in front of them. At the call of the clan leaders, they transformed into wolf beasts and ran wildly across the land.
The wolf's target was naturally the Demons army, those human slaves who had become the Demon Kin.
From three directions, swarms of Werewolves were approaching the brutal battlefield in a fan-shaped hunting formation.
Hearing the howls of wolves, Ryan looked at Egil, who frowned and then gave his answer.
"They are the leaders of the Werewolves clans; their voices can summon their families and the Werewolves of their clans, giving them commands."
Even amidst the chaotic and noisy battlefield filled with the howls of Werewolves, each clan's Werewolves could clearly discern their clan leader's commands from them.
Ryan understood. It was like the flag signals used by a disciplined human army, except that Werewolves didn't need to wave flags representing different meanings. Instead, they listened to the voice of their clan leader from among thousands of other voices.
Direct and straightforward.
Those wolf howls, indistinguishable to humans, have caused thousands upon thousands of Werewolves to surge across the battlefield like a torrent, frantically attacking their prey—the Demon Kin army created by humans.
Ryan was utterly shocked. No army he had ever seen had such dominance and cohesion on the battlefield.
There are tens of thousands of Werewolves here, yet they're all behaving so harmoniously.
What Ryan didn't know was that in the Northlands before the war broke out, the war between the Silvermoon Royal Court and the awakened evil Deities was far more spectacular than it was now.
"At this rate, even the Demons will lose to the Werewolves."
Ryan's solemn words shocked those around him.
"No way, those monsters from the Abyss seem to have no idea what death is; they're fearless."
Viscount Hogg said he was somewhat alarmed by such a war, in which his army would likely be wiped out within half an hour.
"Being fearless of death doesn't mean you won't die; once you're dead, you lose everything."
Ryan looked at the war in the distance.
" The Werewolves march without any pressure; they can rely on their traditional advantages to gradually erode the Demons army."
"We need to disrupt them."
Compared to the Werewolves, the Demons army at this moment was like green recruits. They only knew how to find the enemies around them and kill them, or be killed themselves. But the Werewolves showed the ultimate war discipline.
Ryan looked at Viscount Hogg, causing the latter to shrink back.
"What do you want to do?"
"Give me your army."
Viscount Hogg brought only one army, which was the cavalry.
This army, along with Ryan's Stag Legion, guarded the area where the nobles were located, preventing them from being surrounded or attacked by Werewolves.
Viscount Hogg opened his mouth, but couldn't find a reason to refuse.
Ryan then looked at Count Soron.
"My lord, the Dragonblood Warrior Legion must continue forward. It would be best if we could break into the canyon."
" Count Winter has Magic Crystal Cannon? Let him fire a few shots there. Whether it's Demons or Werewolves, we don't need to care about casualties."
"We must disrupt the Werewolves ' war rhythm, otherwise this war is doomed to failure."
"Ideally, it should be drawn into the rhythm of humanity."
After Ryan finished speaking, he turned and left the platform, heading towards the army.
"Our rhythm? What is our rhythm?"
Ryan thought for a moment and then answered Viscount Hogg's question.
"Chaos."
Human wars are filled with politics and interests, filled with the fear of death and the fanaticism for war, filled with desire and reason, yet they are completely chaotic.
On the other side, Count Soron had already ordered his Dragonblood Warrior Legion to advance head-on without regard to cost. Ryan hadn't even noticed that the fighting power of this Dragonblood Warrior Legion was much stronger than he had seen before. For example, the knights seemed to be wielding their greatswords with much more ease.
That was a heavy metal greatsword weighing dozens of kilograms, yet it moved with tremendous force within the Dragonblood Warrior Legion, generating a powerful aura.
The Giant's Legacy, which Count Soron obtained at a great cost, made the old man excited about his success, and he sublimated it within the original bloodline of the Dragonblood Warriors.
"The glory of the dragon's blood will be revived by the power of the Giants."
Count Soron was thrilled, while on the other side, Ryan arrived at the army's logistics headquarters.
He brought such a bloated army all the way to Northwind County, so logistical supplies were essential. However, among the supplies that accompanied the army, food, military equipment, and oil were the most abundant.
Why bring so much oil? Much of it was even forcibly borrowed from the Chamber of Commerce headquarters in Zero Crossing City.
Ryan didn't know the answer either. Perhaps he wasn't entirely sure whether Rosalind's Demon Potion would work, so he prepared a last resort for himself.
Of course, this was a spur-of-the-moment decision. When the Frozen Earth Territory was developing the Swamp, they discovered a lot of liquid in the crevices of the rocks. Through experiments, they came to the conclusion that the liquid was also oil and could burn.
"You want to use fire to throw the Werewolves into chaos?"
Viscount Hogg swallowed hard, recalling some unpleasant memories of how he had been defeated by Ryan in the face of flames.
"This is the only way. Are we really going to send our two noble cavalry legions to charge into thousands of Werewolves?"
Viscount Hogg was somewhat embarrassed.
"I always thought that was what you thought."
"Cavalry is not omnipotent, and their mounts are not Dragons. If their warhorses are surrounded by Werewolves, they will surely die; they are walking food."
"I just hope that Werewolves are wolves, and wolves are beasts."
"This means that Werewolves will be more afraid of fire than people think."
Ryan lifted the burlap sack, picked up one of the jars secured with a rope, and smashed it on the ground.
The pitch-black liquid flowed out, and its pungent smell made both nobles stop breathing.
"It doesn't seem to have spoiled."
Even after further extraction by Alchemist, the extracted oils still appeared coarse, but fortunately, the process was brief and no significant changes occurred.
The midday sun in the sky was not as bright as it had been, perhaps because of the power of the Abyss that had descended. As for the earth, the roars and chaotic sounds still rang out, reaching Ryan's ears from a great distance.
He tied a damp piece of linen to the end of the Warhorse Winter's Chill's tail, and all the cavalrymen around him imitated his action.
"Isn't this too risky?"
Viscount Hogg, a powerful knight, stood beside Ryan, looking at the linen tied to his ponytail, and couldn't help but pull it down a little more.
Only a nobleman like him, who possessed a cavalry legion, could understand what an immense fortune those warhorses represented.
"To achieve victory, you cannot do without taking risks."