Chapter 31: The Arrival of the Demons, Chaos Reigns

“Hurry, gather quickly!” In an instant, Rod reacted swiftly and shouted loudly.
Immediately, Skora and Keroth in the other two locations also changed expressions upon hearing this sound and rushed to gather their troops.
“Let’s go, hurry over there and take a look!” Rod instructed his men as he led them toward the entrance in a hurry. His heart sank further—he knew what was coming had arrived; perhaps true danger had finally struck.
With the beast horde having reached this stage, ordinary incidents could no longer trigger the emergency horn. The only thing that could make it sound was that event—yes, the vampires and werewolves had returned, and this time their forces were surely substantial. Even the demons had appeared! Their arrival didn’t surprise anyone, after all, with the vampires and werewolves united, what could possibly go wrong if the demons showed up too?
Outside the camp, from afar, it was clear that Area C was in chaos. Everyone heard the horn clearly, and the reinforcements who were resting or doing other things grew anxious. They knew the situation there was urgent, so immediately, everyone rushed toward the city walls.
The scene was chaotic, with a mix of people, loud noises, and a tense atmosphere, further slowing down progress.
After racing all the way to the city walls, they saw a vast number of soldiers gathered there, along with armies and reinforcements below.
“The demons are attacking! Hurry, they’ve arrived!” A roar echoed like thunder, causing everyone’s expressions to change drastically.
“Demons, vampires, and werewolves—they’re all here! It’s over now; they’ve all appeared!” Another person shouted urgently, filled with panic and fear.
Hearing these words, the entire scene erupted into chaos. Demons! That name instantly turned the situation into utter disorder.
This terrifying race, which had hidden in the Source of Darkness for a thousand years, had finally appeared, joining forces with the already fearsome vampires and werewolves. The arrival of these three dark races made people feel as if the sky was about to collapse.
To make matters worse, there was also the threat of the beast armies and the interference of the powerful dragon race.

Some timid people’s faces changed at the mention of these names—they turned pale, sweat broke out, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably. Soon, they even started to back away. As the saying goes, “One rotten egg can spoil the whole pot,” and this scene perfectly illustrated it. As the first person started to retreat, more followed—second, third, and gradually, nearly a hundred people began to back down, with the trend seemingly spreading further. Seeing this, Rod couldn’t help but frown. If he could, he would surely go up and punish those who fled. What’s the difference between retreating on the battlefield and being a deserter? They were capable of such cowardly acts. On the other hand, it also showed that the demons had left behind a profound legacy and fear on this continent. Even after a thousand years, their name alone was enough to instill terror, proving the terrible deeds they had committed and the deep impression they had left. With a dull thud, blood sprayed into the air as a head was thrown high into the air before crashing to the ground, looking especially eerie under the night sky. Immediately afterward, a furious roar echoed: “Stand firm! Those who flee will be executed without mercy! Deserters will be killed!” Moro’s figure slowly appeared before everyone, staring coldly at the hundred retreating men as he raised his blood-stained sword and roared. This act intimidated everyone—his ruthless and decisive actions temporarily stabilized the situation. By killing a few as a warning, he made everyone feel cautious and fearful. The deputy commander of the Black Tooth Legion was currently responsible for finalizing the defenses of the second line of defense and preparing for the retreat plan Rod had devised for Emio. This situation made it impossible for him to ignore; it demonstrated his duty and competence as a deputy commander. “Stand firm, all of you! If the Black Tooth Legion has any deserters, they will be executed without mercy. As for reinforcements, I won’t force them, but everyone must stay here—no one is allowed to leave. Whether you fight or not is your choice. You can leave only after the battle is over. Those who leave now will be treated as deserters!” After looking at the calmed crowd, Moro shouted loudly with a stern face.

Deserters—having deserters on the battlefield is the most serious and terrifying thing. Once deserters appear, it will completely collapse the morale of the entire army, turning the situation into a one-sided fight and triggering a chain reaction that will lead to unimaginable disasters as more timid people follow suit. Therefore, such a situation must never be allowed to happen. Killing a few as a warning is not excessive; even if it means thousands or tens of thousands, no one should be spared. For the greater good, ruthless actions are justified.

“Let’s go up and take a look!” Sensing the severity of the situation and hearing the intense fighting sounds from the city walls, Rod shouted at Keroth, Skora, and the others beside him, then led his team swiftly toward the city walls.

In fact, Rod was more curious about what the demons actually looked like and how powerful they were to inspire such fear.

When they reached the city walls, everyone couldn’t help but frown. The city walls were in complete chaos, a sight too gruesome to bear. The main force defending the walls was the Black Tooth Legion. After the battles had calmed down a bit over the past few days, the Black Tooth Legion had taken on the most critical responsibilities, giving the reinforcements more time to rest. Now that the battles had suddenly erupted, nearly 90% of the casualties came from their ranks. With insufficient combat strength and the enemy’s overwhelming power, they suffered massive losses.

Blood flowed like rivers, corpses lay everywhere, and broken limbs, soldiers’ bodies, and the agonized cries of the wounded could be seen everywhere. All that could be heard were shrill screams and cries of pain—this scene was beyond even the description of hell on earth.

On the city walls, magical beasts could be seen everywhere. It was then that Rod realized they had been deceived all this time—these magical beasts had been patrolling and ready to attack. Now, they erupted in full force, with waves of beasts coming like tidal waves, endless and relentless.

Additionally, vampires and werewolves also started to attack. There were at least hundreds of vampires and werewolves on the city walls, and hundreds more below—totaling no less than a thousand! These creatures unleashed their formidable combat skills, charging recklessly and causing havoc wherever they went, displaying an invincible aura.

A long howl caught Rod’s attention. He looked in the direction of the sound, and his pupils instantly contracted.

“Demons!” Almost simultaneously, he, Keroth, Skora, and Nightingale all screamed in horror.

Indeed, those dozens of figures in the distance were none other than demons. Tall, about eight feet in height, with extremely muscular builds—strong enough to rival two ordinary warriors. Their bodies were covered with bulging, explosive muscles, from which one could sense an unimaginably terrifying power, ready to erupt at any moment. Their eyes were slightly narrowed; all of these demons had black eyes and black hair, clearly visible even in the darkness of night. Their skin seemed to be covered with a thin layer of scales—black in color, reflecting a faint silver glow under the moonlight, making them stand out sharply. Demons—were these really demons? But why was he so different from them? Just the scale armor alone was completely different, and on top of their heads, each demon seemed to have a bulging lump, not very noticeable but still discernible upon close inspection. Seeing this, Rod couldn’t help but wonder inwardly, but he had no time to think further. At that moment, the demons launched their attack. Though there were only about thirty of them, their power was terrifyingly strong. Even the weakest among them possessed imperial-level strength, and out of the thirty, twenty-three were at saint-level. As soon as they entered the battlefield, the situation became one-sided. Under their combined assault, blood flew and lives were lost everywhere—their methods were extremely cruel. Most people were torn to pieces outright, their bodies shattered into pieces—a truly horrifying sight. These were indeed demons; they were terrifying. Their strength was beyond doubt, and their bodies were incredibly robust. They paid no attention to the attacks from ordinary soldiers. Swords and blades struck their bodies, producing only the sound of metal colliding, failing to cause them the slightest harm—their defense was terrifying! The unfolding scenes filled people with despair. It was too terrifying, too powerful—unacceptable and impossible to resist. It seemed they were like bulldozers, invincible wherever they went. “Kill them! Stop them!” As they advanced, countless people fell at their feet. At that moment, Nagran appeared before them, raising his weapon and shouting loudly, then leading a group of reinforcements toward the demons. These reinforcements numbered around several hundred, almost all being warriors of gold rank or higher. Seeing this, Rod felt slightly relieved—perhaps with their help, there might still be a chance to hold back the demons.

“Korode, you take care of the east; I’ll handle the center, and Brother Skora will be in charge of the west! Start fighting quickly—we can’t let these guys succeed!” Rod also shouted loudly at Korode and Skora. He assigned himself to the center because the demons were currently there, and the situation there was extremely critical; being there himself would give him more confidence.