Yet they could do nothing about the traitors—and there was more than one. There were four in total, scattered across several continents: three duchies and one marquisate. The Demon Horn Empire's pieces, laid down over a dozen years ago, were to deliver their fatal effect today.
However, because the Blue-Eyed People had always remained highly vigilant toward the Demon Horn Empire and guarded against the emergence of traitors, their defenses were jointly coordinated rather than dispersed.
The moment anything happened anywhere, all the Blue-Eyed People would know. Following Yao Ming's orders, one marquisate stirred up war from within, attacking numerous nations at once and plunging the Blue-Eyed World into chaos.
No one yet understood why that nation had launched such a reckless, overreaching assault, but much of their attention—and their military forces—was drawn away.
The forces of three duchies seized the chance to take down a defensive wall. Demon Horn soldiers, long prepared for this day, poured in like a flood, their savage momentum sweeping away everything. No one could stop them.
By the time the Blue-Eyed People realized something was wrong, it was already too late. They hurriedly gathered forces to resist and sent pleas for aid in every direction.
Countless birds flew through the sky, packed so densely they blotted out the heavens. Countless beasts advanced like a torrent, their immense demon aura blanketing the sky and covering the earth. Pairs of blood-red eyes stood out with particular clarity in the darkness of night.
At the sight, countless Blue-Eyed People's legs went weak. They sensed the breath of death and could not help but tremble.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The sounds of arrows tearing through the air rang out. Countless terrified Blue-Eyed People fired volleys upon volleys of arrows, sending them forth like a rain of shafts. Birds riddled