T/N: From now on, I will translate “魔王” as “Demon King.” I was previously using “Demon Lord,” but there are parts where “daren” (which can be translated as “Lord”) is used, making it sound redundant, for example in: “Lord Demon Lord.”
Chapter 34
Glenn, calm on the surface, felt his heart tossing and turning like a small boat navigating a storm. But after all, having weathered many storms, out of his duty as a general, he feigned calmness, shouting hoarsely to issue orders and stabilize the army’s morale.
The Demon Race is an uncommon species. Hundreds of years is too long a time for someone like Glenn. He could only learn from history about the Sword Saint’s expansion campaign in the Meir Empire, dying at the hands of the Demon Race in the battle known as the Final Battle. From then on, the map of the empires began to change, and the Meir Empire fell.
From this, it can be seen that the strength of the Demon Race is extremely formidable, and the Demon King is an unfathomable existence. Where the Demon Race, which hasn’t shown its face for hundreds of years, migrated to has always been an unknown question.
Many travelers and Demon Hunters have tracked the traces of the Demon Race, but without exception, they either disappeared or died. This cast an even more mysterious veil over the Demon Race.
For this Eastward Expansion Corps to witness so many Fallen Angels is both fortunate and unfortunate.
“Dedicate victory to My Liege!”
The black-haired youth with two pairs of wings waved the blood-colored longsword in his hand.
《Rank A · Fifth Tier Magic · Elemental Arrows》
A rain of arrows fell from the sky. Colorless magical arrows flew toward the Strip soldiers on the grassland.
《Rank A · Sixth Tier Magic · Anti-Army Flame Pillar》
The pillars of fire fired in succession by the Giant Magic Crystal Cannons sprayed toward the Fallen Angels in the sky.
“Weapons I’ve never seen before…”
Facing the incoming fire pillars, the black-haired youth neither dodged nor evaded.
“《Rank S · Seventh Tier Magic · Fallen Protection》”
A black spherical hexagonal solid blocked the fire pillar. The colliding flames split into two and flew to the sides.
The fire pillars appeared very quickly. The Fallen Angels who couldn’t dodge in time were turned into ashes, filling the air with the smell of burnt feathers.
However, the attacks of the Fallen Angels didn’t have much effect. The opponents clearly came prepared, buffed with various magic shields, and quite high-tier ones at that. Casualties of a few hundred people were just a drop in the bucket for an army of twenty thousand.
But the casualties of the Fallen Angels accounted for one-tenth. This was not a profitable trade.
“Anvir, order the troops to prepare for close combat. Do not let the ants’ new weapons hit my troops.”
“Yes, Commander, but the enemy—!”
“Execute the order.”
The Fallen Angels lowered their altitude, conjuring elemental spears and elemental longswords, and swooped straight into the crowd.
“Land Sword Infantry, inject magic power into your swords! Kill them for me!”
Glenn roared as he drew his own gem-encrusted longsword.
The warriors mostly used weapons imbued with magic, while the Fallen Angels balanced magic and melee combat.
This was a battle of the many against the few.
Angus slaughtered gracefully in the crowd, while Glenn and other warriors chopped off the wings of Fallen Angels, inflicting heavy damage before hacking them to death.
《Sword Skill · Falling Blossoms》
Angus’s sword hilt traced a huge black-red light, exploding like flowers among the soldiers, forming shapes of hell flowers one by one. Wherever the light reached, magic armor shattered completely. Clothes and armor were sliced through smoothly, organs and minced flesh sprayed out, dyeing the sky red.
Countless soldiers died instantly among piles of corpses before healing magic could even reach them.
But the situation favored the humans. Most of the Fallen Angels were already lying on the ground, with only a few elites like Anvir stubbornly resisting.
Contrary to Angus’s expectations, most human soldiers did not hesitate to move forward because of their fallen comrades.
These are the elite soldiers of the Strip Empire.
As long as there is hope of defeating the enemy, they will keep fighting.
