Chapter 136

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Chapter 136: I Laugh at the Foolish Demon Race and the Foolishness of the Demon King!

Inside the dimly lit tent, Lolth sat in silence, her brow furrowed in deep thought. The lack of movement from the new western front gnawed at her.

“Could it be that I’ve arrived too early? Or is this operation’s secrecy impenetrable?”

As she pondered the possibilities, miles away, the forces stationed on the central and eastern fronts were already stirring. Beneath the vast night sky, legions from the United Kingdom of South Sotua, the Dwarf tribe, and the Orc tribe stealthily abandoned their fortresses and camps. They advanced slowly but purposefully toward the Demon Army’s base, their movements shrouded in silence, while other allied forces remained still.

“Soldiers! The king and the chancellor have decreed: Victory shall bring gold coins for all!”

“For the tribe!”

“Dwarves, raise the cannons!”

“Send those demons back to their cursed homeland!”

The legions pressed on, and when they were still hundreds of meters away from the Demon Army, they lit torches. Flames of magical energy exploded in the sky, signaling the attack and throwing the entire eastern front into chaos. From the southeast to the central parts of the battlefield, pandemonium erupted.

The Orc chieftains and shamans, alongside the reclusive Dwarf tribal king, appeared on the front lines for a rare, full-scale assault against the Demon Army.

Within the Holy Alliance’s defense lines, the scene was one of astonishment and disbelief. The legions of the Elf Tribe, Ryman Empire, Golden Peacock Dynasty, Eastern Seven Kingdoms, and Holy Lieto Empire—along with contingents of the Dwarves—were taken aback by the sudden maneuvers of the South Sotua-led coalition.

Command over the three defense lines had never been centralized; each faction had a legion stationed along the central defense line, fighting their own battles. While a lack of coordination was not uncommon, even a rogue action was usually communicated to allies.

The United Kingdom of South Sotua’s recent plotting with various tribes had been noted, but no one expected such bold action. Everyone assumed that any large-scale attack was still in the planning stages.

And yet, without warning or consent, they struck.

Back at the command center, chaos reigned.

“What is going on here?”

“Why wasn’t the battle plan shared with the alliance?”

“You fools! What do you think you’re doing?”

The leaders of factions typically at odds with South Sotua slammed their hands on tables, shouting accusations. But this time, South Sotua’s representatives stood firm, their voices unwavering.

“This is our king’s decision!”

“The losses on the western front exposed your incompetence! Why was the secret mine at Dragonspine Mountain discovered?”

“And you, Ryman Empire representative—can these people truly be trusted? Or are you any better yourselves?”

The meeting dissolved into shouting matches. However, South Sotua’s intelligence system, bolstered by mercenaries and adventurers, proved its worth. With strong support from the Orcs and Dwarves, South Sotua’s commanders silenced their critics, at least temporarily.

Eventually, cooler heads prevailed. Despite frustration, the factions recognized that reinforcements were necessary. South Sotua provided key intelligence:

“The Demon Army’s defenses on the eastern and central lines are weakened. Their forces have been misled to the western front. This is our chance to reclaim the Vera Plain.”

The revelation transformed the mood. What seemed a reckless, suicidal assault now appeared an act of strategic brilliance. With renewed purpose, the factions mobilized their troops, putting aside their grievances with South Sotua.

The intelligence proved accurate. The Demon Army’s forces had thinned significantly. Under the combined assault of the Holy Alliance, the Demon Army, for once, found itself on the defensive.

But the Demon Army’s resilience surprised everyone.

“They’ve handled the surprise attack better than expected…”

“It’s almost as if they were prepared for this…”

Meanwhile, South Sotua’s central forces shifted their focus. Leaving the battle behind, they marched toward Dragonspine Mountain, joined by Orcs, Dwarves, and mercenaries stationed nearby. Their goal: to reclaim the Vera Plain and restart the Anti-Demon Great Wall.

Other factions, including Seychelles and the Elves, contributed troops. The Church of Light and the Golden Peacock Dynasty, uncharacteristically silent, chose not to intervene.

Under Dwarven leadership, the coalition ascended Dragonspine Mountain. The terrain was treacherous, but their pace remained swift. By the next day, they would reach the Troll Legion stationed there.

As the steep slopes of Dragonspine Mountain loomed ahead, the commander of South Sotua burst into laughter.

“Hahahaha!”

The nearby Dwarf King frowned. “Why does the general laugh?”

The commander’s grin widened.

“I laugh at the foolishness of the Demon Race. With terrain like this—steep, riddled with boulders—they could’ve made our march a nightmare by stationing even a few legions here. Yet they squandered their advantage. Truly, their arrogance will be their downfall.”