[Back then, the Demon King led his underlings and surrounded the capital, the City of Radiance, which is now the Empire's Twilight Fort.]
[That Imperial Princess who understood nothing actually thought of using the method of marriage with the Demon King to quell the war. Died laughing.]
Leaning against a Ji-da mech, Norris nodded thoughtfully. He spoke with some sympathy: "This Imperial Princess was indeed too naive. The Demon King was about to win the whole war; how could he possibly stop? However, as a royal puppet stripped of power by those bad nobles, she probably couldn't find any other way to save the country."
[No, no, I didn't mean that.]
"Then what?"
[Did you forget? The Demon King is a slime-person, something akin to a slime. How could he marry?]
[Hehehe, it's like if you asked the Boss to...]
Puchi—
The Marshal Puchi extended a tentacle and gently rolled the Yellow Codex away from Norris's hands.
This guy's life had been a bit too easy recently; he was even getting fat.
For the sake of Little Yellow's health, Lin Jun had to help it lose some weight.
Norris ignored the countless hints asking for help before the senior was closed, wisely averting his gaze, looking up at the sky, obedient as a newly landed Puchi.
The Marshal Puchi coming over was naturally not purely because the "bad-mouthing radar" was triggered, but because there was serious business.
Sitting on the mobile throne, the Marshal Puchi scooped with a tentacle from behind and pushed Ming out.
"He just passed my test. It's also time to let him experience a real battlefield. You two form a team and go together."
Ming was obviously quite excited: "Senior, please take care of me!"
"Ah... oh!" Norris was stunned for a moment, then responded and scratched his scales.
His impression of Ming wasn't bad. They had acted together in the Tidal Sanctuary before. Although this kid was sometimes so reckless it made people sweat, this was probably related to his invulnerable constitution. Anyway, no matter how fiercely he charged, he wouldn't die.
After the Marshal Puchi left, Norris asked somewhat curiously: "What was that 'test' the Boss mentioned?"
Ming answered truthfully: "The Boss personally controlled a puppet to fight me and asked me to hold on for ten minutes."
Norris nodded, turned his head, found Louisa in the mycelial network, and began to discuss which melee squad the two of them should be assigned to.
While Ming waited obediently on the side.
He didn't tell Norris that the Palace-tier Lizardman puppet controlled by the Boss didn't manage to hold on for ten minutes.
It wasn't that Ming already possessed Palace-tier strength. It was just that the Boss seemed very unaccustomed to humanoid combat, plus that puppet itself was in an abnormal state, constantly struggling and resisting. As a result, he seized the opportunity and forcibly turned the ten-minute goal into a different ending.
...
Although the Boss washed his hands of it after arranging the mission to go to the battlefield, Louisa still took good care of the two.
She picked an area with low combat intensity, first sending two waves of Puchis to consume the enemy's energy, before mixing Ming and Norris into the formation of the next wave of attack.
Regarding this battle, the atmosphere on the Mushroom Fortress's side was still relatively relaxed, mainly about delaying and training troops.
On the Empire's Duke Eugene's side, there were some complaints that the progress was too slow. Clearly having sent reinforcements, they only advanced a little bit before starting to spin around in place again.
Eugene even somewhat suspected if General Renard was showing mercy because of his tribal origins.
And Renard, who was truly commanding on the front lines, was already beginning to doubt his life at this moment.
How many Puchis had they already killed?
Tens of thousands? Or over a hundred thousand?
No matter how many they killed, the Puchis under the enemy didn't seem to decrease.
Could it be that these Puchis would just pop out huala huala simply by basking in the sun?
Furthermore, Renard was very puzzled. With so many Puchis, why didn't they all swarm up together at the very beginning to overwhelm them to death?
Under his command, counting the reinforcements and those Demon-kin, the full count was less than ten thousand people.
If those hundred or two hundred thousand Puchis truly swarmed up, even if each one's combat power was mediocre, relying solely on that disgusting self-destruct ability would be enough to tear his front line to shreds.
Sending just two or three waves a day, a few thousand each wave, was like lining up to die, allowing him to unhurriedly defeat them one by one.
Could it be that these Northern Territory tribes still didn't have a unified command up to now and were fighting their own battles?
Renard was rather unwilling to think of his opponent as being too stupid, but besides this, he really couldn't find a more reasonable explanation.
Fighting these Puchis, the only relatively convenient thing was food.
Dead Puchis, as long as they weren't the poisonous kind, could be directly cooked and eaten. The logistical pressure was greatly reduced—as long as one could ignore that occasional "Oh oh oh" sound.
But no matter what, constantly being dragged in place like this was ultimately not a solution.
Should he continue to request reinforcements from the Duke, or temporarily retreat and plan for the long term?
Renard hadn't made a decision yet.
At this moment, a soldier rushed over hurriedly from afar: "General, the right-wing defense line is about to give way!"
"Oh?!"
Renard didn't panic; instead, his eyes lit up.
The defense of the army under his command was deployed targeting the enemy's current intensity. If it was about to give way, it meant the enemy had made a change.
Change was a risk, and also an opportunity.
Right now, what he desired was an opportunity!
However, upon learning that the instability of the defense line was due to the impact of a ferocious tribal Demon-kin, rather than a tactical change, Renard was slightly disappointed.
But he still personally led the reserve troops and rushed over to see the situation.
As soon as he arrived at the scene, Renard couldn't help but frown.
Not because of heavy casualties; in fact, the casualties on the right wing were fewer than he expected, but the entire formation was a mess.
The outer warriors were resisting the tide of Puchis, but the inner mages and archers failed to provide enough support to the front. Instead, they were messily chasing something in the crowd.
Just as Renard narrowed his eyes, trying to see clearly which faction's Demon-kin that figure stirring up a commotion exactly was, a sense of crisis suddenly shot up his back.
He didn't even look up at all, not even having time to think. His left hand instinctively tore off the deep blue pendant worn close to his chest with great force, and his palm squeezed hard!
Hum—!
A deep blue magic shield, almost condensed into substance, instantly opened in front of him. That light was as thick as an entire block of ice wall dredged up from the deep sea.
Almost the instant the shield was propped up, a sneak attack Resonance Cannon skimmed over the airspace of the battlefield and landed right in front of him.
Boom!
The moment of impact, the boundary between the shield and the beam of light exploded into a ring of visible magical turbulent shockwaves, spreading outward in an annular shape!
Screams and exclamations sounded almost simultaneously.
The shockwave swept across. The several personal guards beside Renard, who had followed him for many years, simply had no time to react. Their entire persons were lifted from their war beast mounts by the violent air wave, crashing wretchedly backward and smashing into the chaotic crowd.
The war beasts panicked and ran even more, trampling a few unlucky wretches to death.
Only Renard remained sitting steadily on his war beast.
But he was far from being as calm as he appeared on the surface. That precious shield item in his palm was now entirely shattered and completely scrapped.
He quickly found the sneak attacker, his gaze staring fixedly at that four-meter-tall new variety of enemy.
"Tsk, it really wasn't that easy." Norris was somewhat regretful. Once noticed, it wasn't that easy to hit.
Subsequently, he roared in the mycelial network again: "Ming! Stop charging! Come back first, a tough guy is here!"
However, just like before, there was still no response.
At this time, Ming wasn't doing that easily; he had charged a bit too far.
Swords, spears, battle axes, arrows, spells—all attacks poured down on his body frantically.
Ming's figure dashed left and right in the enemy formation, occasionally braving the damage to kill a threatening mage.
[Physical Immunity] indeed blocked most of the damage for him, but he lacked the absolute violence to directly kill his way out.
"Damn it!" Norris had to rush out as well, attempting to reinforce Ming.
At the same time, he requested Blood Sister in the mycelial network to arrange for backup.
However, before Norris and the Puchis tore open the defense line, Renard was a step ahead and found Ming, who looked slightly wretched within the military formation.
"A Demon-kin in symbiosis with mycelium..." The fresh blood all around gathered in his hands, condensing into a long spear. (Sorry, only one update today)
(End of Chapter)
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