Dolo

The Imperial Wall, Dragon Scale Fortress.

This is the most crucial central area of the entire defense line, and also the joint command center for this war.

The high command of the Imperial Military Department oversaw the overall situation, planned tactics, and coordinated various regions from within this fortress, which also housed departments for operations, training, reconnaissance, communications, and military affairs.

The atmosphere inside Dragon Scale Fortress was quite somber at this moment.

The walls of the fortress displayed Magic Image of various defensive zones, but these images were now invariably dominated by hideous, twisted demons.

Almost all the senior officers remained silent, sitting upright in their respective positions, all staring intently at the Magic Image.

There are too many.

There were so many demons that they covered the mountains and fields, and there was no end in sight.

Even these seasoned imperial officers had never seen an enemy of this scale.

"Call--"

Marshal Dolo, on the other hand, had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his back turned, so his expression was not visible; only the smoke he exhaled and his tall figure were visible.

"Speak your mind—I'm sure you've all seen those demons."

"This"

Adelovel, serving as a military advisor, stared at the surging Magic Tide with an expression of utter disbelief.

Even this robust Silver Dragon, which had been on the front lines of the fight against demons for many years, had never witnessed such a terrifying sight.

"Rift Devil, Gorebull Devil, Kyton, Marilith."

He carefully examined them, reciting the names of the demons as if they were his own treasures.

"Even Balor."

At this point, Adelovel couldn't help but mutter to himself, "By Bahamut, this level of Demon Invasion... to be honest, the Prime Material Plane hasn't seen Abyss Legion like this for thousands of years. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have suspected that I had come to the Blood War of Avernus."

Adelovel's sentiments were sincere, because they were indeed true.

There are too many demons in the Abyss Legion, and many powerful demons, including some mid-level and even high-level ones, have appeared in the Magic Tide.

To put it bluntly, even a tenth of these Magic Tide would be enough to easily annihilate the original Northern United Kingdom and occupy the entire Anzeta.

But their current enemy is the empire.

The Embers of the Burned Empire.

A kingdom ruled by a great dragon, a terrifying War Machine, a paradise for the strong and the ambitious.

Duoluo was very confident in you. In his mind, even a massive army of Abyssal Devil could not shake the empire in the slightest.

Adelovel whispered a reminder: "Dolo, in terms of both scale and strength, these demons are beyond the reach of ordinary people. At least I have never seen such an invasion."

To minimize losses, would you like to temporarily avoid confrontation and consider retreating?

"Retreat?"

Dolo gave a cold laugh.

"To run away like a coward before the fighting even begins? That's not the style of the Imperial People."

Adelovel shook his head, his expression grave, and said, "No, that's not what I meant. The Empire's territory is so vast; perhaps we can use space to buy time and seek more support."

"Enough, Your Excellency Adelovel."

The Dragon Vein Hobgoblin general raised one hand and exhaled a plume of scorching smoke from his nostrils.

The corners of his mouth, revealing his fangs, were slightly upturned, and a glint of light flickered in his murky little eyes. A ferocious smile appeared on his ugly face.

"You may know a lot about the Abyssal Devil, but you don't know about the Embers of the Burned Empire, let alone the pride in the bones of the Imperial People."

Dolo turned around, casually threw the cigarette on the ground, and then stomped it out hard.

The Hobgoblin's tone grew increasingly louder, seemingly containing a long-suppressed rage.

"For more than a decade, I have personally witnessed the Embers of the Burned Empire expand in battle and grow stronger with each victory under the leadership of the invincible His Your Majesty Keosius."

This time, even if the opponent is Abyssal Devil, there will only be one outcome—victory! If victory is not possible, then bravely throw yourself into death!

Upon hearing this, all the high-ranking officers in the fortress—whether human, Hobgoblin, Tiefling, Ogre, or Lizardmen —stood up in unison, placing their clenched fists over their hearts.

Loyalty! Sincerity! Give your heart to the Empire! Looking around at the officers with fanatical expressions, eager to die for the Empire, Adelovel was momentarily dazed and didn't know what to say.

He had not yet adapted to the unique atmosphere of the Empire, and still habitually viewed the Empire in the same way he viewed human kingdoms—which was clearly foolish.

Dolo drew his long sword from his waist, his face contorted with rage and his expression excited. He ordered the messenger at the door, word by word, "Tell them not to hold back, and to launch a saturation Fire Coverage!"

"After saving every penny for so long, this time I'm going to have some fun and let these Abyss bastards taste the Empire's cannonballs!"

The Hobgoblin's eyes were bloodshot, and puffs of white smoke billowed from its nostrils as it panted in extreme excitement.

The other senior officers were equally eager, their eyes, each one different, filled with anticipation.

"This is the empire."

Adelovel clicked his tongue in amazement; the seemingly unstoppable Magic Tide no longer seemed so terrifying.

The existence of Abyssal Devil is a curse in itself; they can gradually corrupt the surrounding environment, eventually turning it into Pure Land of the Abyss.

In this cursed wasteland, Chaotic Evil spirits roam endlessly, blood seeps from the cracks in the ground, and bloodied organs grow from the soil.

The once gentle and kind Forest Deer, its eyes now bloodshot, frantically rammed into everything it could see until it killed itself.

These hundreds of thousands of demons huddled together, marching recklessly northward, their cacophony and shrill screams sending shivers down the spines of all living beings.

Wherever they go, any living thing is killed, leaving only ruins and disgusting bloodstains.

Behind the Magic Tide, on the throne made of flesh and bones atop the back of the Abyss Dragon Beast—

Leo Bosk gazed into the distance, watching the fortifications in the distance, his eyes filled with hatred and mockery.

"Hehehe, so you can be afraid too. But this ridiculous toy can't stop the great Abyss Legion, much less stop my revenge."

The demon's body trembled, and the scene of the Red Dragon being torn apart by him surfaced in his already corrupted brain.

It pointed its Flame Longsword northward and roared at all the surrounding demons, "Fighter from the Abyss, crush them! Destroy them completely—"

"Whoosh—"

A piercing sound rang out.

Upon hearing that familiar sound, the former Grand Duke Leo instantly realized—it was the scream of a cannonball flying high in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, this whistling sound, which left the people of the the North with lingering fear, echoed along the entire defensive line.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, flames shot out, and a huge explosion appeared in the surging Magic Tide, like a terrifying flower unfolding, instantly melting hundreds of Quasit on the spot.

"Aww—"

The demons caught in the blast radius only had time to let out a mournful howl before being swallowed up by the explosion.

However, this is only the beginning.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The ground trembled violently, and a series of explosions were occurring, creating a vast sea of fire across the plains.

"Not good."

"No, that's not right! How could their cannons be effective against a higher-level demon!"

Leo muttered to himself, his whole body trembling, as if recalling those unbearable past events, thinking of the nightmare of the the North's destruction in the flames of war.