Of course, the demon lords were not all saints. They had their own demands for being so enthusiastic—the lava lake. This natural furnace was enough to meet the demons' needs in the Blood War, allowing those demon lords to raise their armies' combat strength to another level. A skinny man with a cleaver could absolutely chase three fat men down the street; there was still a huge difference between being armed and unarmed.
Thus, most of the demon lords supporting Solam openly or covertly expressed their hope that they would be free to draw molten iron from the lava lake in the future.
Solam naturally had no objection. The lava lake was over eighty kilometers in diameter—simply too vast. Even if Solam wanted to keep it all for himself, he could not. It was far too easy for others to take some molten metal, and impossible to guard against. Besides, the molten metal in the lake was inexhaustible. There was no need for Solam to make himself look petty. He might as well be generous and trade it for something practical.
For example, an army of over a million—and countless cannon fodder!
But when Solam led his boundless army to the Iron Fortress, Ferag Fortress, as towering and majestic as a mountain, instantly became an isolated island. Demons densely filled the land around it. Looking out from the fortress walls, the devils could spot every type of demon they recognized amid the surging demonic tide. Endless demons surrounded Ferag Fortress like a flood, stretching beyond sight. It felt as if every demon in the entire Abyss had gathered here.
As the supreme commander of the demon coalition, Solam commanded all its forces, including Horus's troops. Three days earlier, Horus had already led the other Sons of Solam to rendezvous with