◎Eat, sleep, and soak in the lava lake!◎
In the desolate Gobi Desert, even the occasional cold wind brought with it fine sand. Sparse short grass grew between the gravel, and the few bushes that were occasionally seen were tightly entangled with thorns. In this desolate and eerie environment, the Demon King's Palace, which was built with huge stones piled up crookedly, became a rare spectacle.
A dirty little lich was clinging to a rock, so thin that his sternum was clearly visible, and he looked fearfully at Warren who was walking not far away.
The lich was wearing a black cloak and was so frightened by the pressure from the devil that he dared not move. When Warren passed by, he thought he was an ordinary stone, until he caught a glimpse of a pair of frightened eyes from the corner of his eye and realized that it was a stray monster.
Having learned about the difficult situation of weak monsters in the Demon Realm from the familiar's words, Warren paused. Although he knew that as an unarmed and high-ranking demon king, he should be more cautious to prevent assassins' sneak attacks, he still walked over involuntarily, took out a piece of chocolate, unwrapped it, and handed it to the little lich.
His movement was not big, but it still scared the little lich. He looked up at the Demon King hesitantly, and after hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't resist the lingering fragrance. He opened his mouth and carefully bit a corner of the chocolate, like a poor puppy holding a bone.
Warren curled his eyes slightly.
He looked at the skinny appearance of the little lich and was about to say something else. The little lich, who had just finished gnawing on a piece of chocolate, seemed to have recovered some strength. He turned into a ball of gray mist on the spot and ran away in panic, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Isn't he afraid that I'll get fat before eating him?"
Warren muttered softly, shook his head helplessly, and continued walking towards the military camp.
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The closer you get to the military camp, the sparser the grass and bushes become. Instead, there is red soil that emits an ominous red glow, with lakes of magma scattered throughout it. When you get close, a scorching hot breath hits you in the face.
A group of burly demons were bathing in the lava lake, sighing one by one, and the atmosphere was very depressing.
When the new Demon King ascended the throne, they all looked down on this Demon King who came to the throne by surprise. However, after so many days, the new Demon King had no intention of summoning them. Seeing that the food stored in the barracks was gradually decreasing, the demon soldiers could not help but become anxious.
The demon soldiers who had tribes to rely on had already fled in the previous defeats. The remaining demon soldiers were all monsters whose tribes were destroyed or who grew up in military camps. They had nowhere to go. Their fighting power was indeed not weak when they were part of the Demon King's army, but they also had to rely on the Demon King's commander. If they really wanted to break into the ** alone, they would probably be captured by the larger tribes and used as slaves in a few days.
The heavy reality weighs on their hearts. Even activities that please demons, such as bathing in lava, cannot make the demon soldiers happy.
The demon soldiers lay on the edge of the lava lake in boredom, humming from time to time, each thinking about a way out.
The demon king in fur robes walked to the edge of the lava lake, squatted down curiously, stretched out a finger and carefully touched the lava. Not feeling any pain, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the depressed demon soldier by the lake: "Are you basking in the sun?"
"Hmm?" The demon soldier raised his head listlessly. When he found that it was a demon he didn't recognize, he finally became interested. "Where are you from? You are so beautiful, are you a succubus?"
Another nearby demon soldier heard their conversation and came over, looking at him curiously: "Are you here to eat? We don't even have enough magic power to sustain life right now, and we can't afford to feed a succubus. You can go east. I heard that a demon dragon has settled there."
"You guys have no magic power left?" Warren asked, raising his hand to tie up his long silver hair and sitting on the scorched stone by the lake. "Did the battle consume too much energy?"
The demon soldier scratched his messy hair.
It stands to reason that the secrets of the Demon King's army should not be shared with a strange demon whose enemy is unknown, but he was really depressed and had no loyalty to the new Demon King, so he just poured out his heart like pouring beans:
"Not only is there a war, but the Demon King's army is either dying or fleeing, leaving us with nowhere to go. We have to save even our meat, and the magic power we consume is almost never replenished! Forget about accumulating magic power. We might starve to death here in a few days!"
"This is too tragic," Warren patted his shoulder sympathetically, "Don't worry, it will get better."
The demon soldier was dejected: "It's not that easy. We haven't even met the new demon king yet."
The more he thought about it, the more hopeless his future seemed. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped his face with sobs and looked up at Warren sheepishly. In the dazzling sunlight, he vaguely saw the slender and beautiful pure black horns of the suspected succubus in front of him, as well as the golden crown hanging on the pointed horns.
"I think I've seen this crown on your head somewhere before," he blurted out, then froze for a moment, "Wait, Your Majesty?!"
The demon soldiers who had followed the previous Demon King in his battles still remember the Demon King's crown that the Demon King never took off. Now the identity of the young demon wearing the Demon King's crown is clear.
The demon soldier next to him was so frightened that he fell backwards into the lava, choking and spitting bubbles.
Warren tightened his lips, trying not to laugh out loud, but his eyes were still a little mischievous, and his tone was light: "I've already said that things will get better in the future - do me a favor and notify all the soldiers of the Demon King's army to gather immediately at the open space next to the magma lake."
The demon soldier nodded hurriedly.
When he climbed out of the lava lake, his legs were still a little weak. He ran a few meters before he remembered that he was not even wearing pants. He turned around quickly and saw the devil smiling and throwing animal skins from the lake to him. He was flattered to catch it and ran away again.
This new Demon King is really different from the previous one, the demon soldier thought. Although he couldn't tell exactly what the difference was, he felt like there was a pool of boiling magma hidden in his heart, making him feel warm all over.
Perhaps it’s because they are finally taken seriously by the new Demon King.
Without giving it any more thought, he rushed into the army and yelled a few words. The demon soldiers who were lying in the sun all looked up, and when they heard the Demon King's order, they got up and walked towards the lava lake with their arms around each other's shoulders.
Even though they were dissatisfied with the new Demon King, the demon soldiers who were willing to stay in the barracks did not dare to confront the Demon King head-on - God have mercy on them, even if they launched a sneak attack they could not hurt a single hair of the Blood Wolf Clan leader. It can be seen that no matter whether the new Demon King is as good as the previous Demon King or not, he can easily kill them. As long as they still want to live, whoever dares to be the first to stand out will be regarded as the previous Demon King's confidant and killed to establish his authority.
At the same time, Warren, who was still sitting on the scorched stone, was chatting with the demon soldier who was frightened and hid in the lava lake and spit bubbles.
The demon soldier looked at the Demon King cautiously, and saw that he was smiling and talking cheerfully, and did not take his recent outrageous statement that the Demon King was a succubus to heart. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had been beating wildly in his chest, finally settled down, and he began to stammer and answer the Demon King's questions.
"My name is Alec."
"General? What's a general?"
"Leader? Uh, Your Majesty—"
"Usually, well, when I'm not hunting or fighting, I just eat, sleep, and soak in the lava lake."
Warren: “…”
So the two major legions under the Demon King, which are feared by all the demons in the Demon Realm, not only have not received proper training, they don't even have the rank of corps commander?
So how do you command during a war?
He thought so and asked the question, and saw Alex's eyes wide open, and he answered in a daze: "The king gives the order, and we rush forward and chop directly with knives?"
Warren's mouth twitched slightly.
There were tens of thousands of untrained and uncommanded demon soldiers, many of whom were forcibly captured. No wonder the previous demon king failed to win the battle to quell the rebellion - such a scattered army might be manageable when winning battles over and over again, but once encountering a stalemate or even a defeat, the morale of the people would inevitably collapse.
There are still nearly a thousand demon soldiers left now, thanks to the barren and desolate Demon Realm. It is difficult for demon soldiers without their tribe to survive if they run away alone.
In the time it took to say a few words, a large number of the Demon King's army had arrived, each of them wearing strange animal skin skirts, holding long swords or iron rods in their hands. At a glance, some had curled tails, and some had half of their bodies turned into skeletons. If they gathered together, it would be more than enough to hold an "exhibition of strange demon creatures".
Those who came on foot were members of the Sword Demon Legion, and many members of the Mounted Demon Legion rumbled over, leading magical beasts or riding skeleton horses. They dismounted and stopped only when they got closer, their eyes falling on the Demon King.
Warren remained calm, patted Alex's head, and motioned him to go over and stand still. He sat there and waited for a moment until no more demon soldiers came. He moved his fingertips slightly, and an indigo card appeared in his palm.
[Psychic Illusion-Activated]
[Scope of use - Demon King's Army]
[Time remaining - 5 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds]
The demon soldiers who were gathered together whispering about how the new demon king "didn't look very powerful" suddenly felt a darkness in front of their eyes.
The rubble, scorched earth, lava lake and the bloody sun in the sky disappeared before their eyes, and were replaced by a mirror-like metal floor. Roman columns with silver textures stood tall, surrounding the circular arena in the center.
The demon king, who was sitting by the lava lake just now, is now floating above the arena, his long hair moving in the wind, looking very majestic.
"The strongest demon riders, come on stage," he said, his voice automatically transmitted to the ears of every demon soldier, "Let me see your true strength."
The strongest?
The demon riders looked at each other.
Nearly a hundred demon soldiers took a step forward at the same time.
They looked at each other again.
"I am the strongest!"
A smile appeared in Warren's eyes. He casually snapped his fingers, and the two demon riders in the front disappeared from the spot. The next moment, they moved to the arena.
He raised his other hand, and hundreds of Roman columns moved with a loud noise. Arenas of the same style rose up one after another, and the demon riders who had just come out of the line were all divided into pairs.
The next moment, the Demon King closed his eyes slightly, and nearly a hundred phantoms of Demon Kings appeared, floating above each arena.
Countless demon kings spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping like a bell, striking the heart of every demon soldier.
"The game begins."
This spectacular and magical scene was simply a miracle for the demon soldiers, whose only means of fighting were slashing and stabbing. They dared not be negligent and were eager to let the Demon King see their abilities, and they attacked their opponents with all their might.
From time to time, the devil's calm comments would ring in their ears.
"This is a good move. Pay attention to the connection between the movements."
"My magic power is somewhat lacking, so I need to train harder."
"The coordination with the mount is a bit stiff. I still need to train more often."
After listening to the Demon King's instructions, the demon soldiers became more excited, and their moves gradually became more and more skilled. Those who failed in the battle and were kicked off the arena by their opponents were not discouraged, but patted their butts and returned to the team, excitedly showing off the Demon King's special guidance to them.
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The card system finally couldn't help but bubble up. It was still a cold mechanical sound, but between the lines one could taste a bit of human curiosity.
[Host, how do you judge their combat situation?]
Although illusion cards can weave large-scale illusions that seem like dreams, they do not have such an effect as mind reading.
Wo Li, who was still squatting on a rock and trying to create an illusion, said confidently: "I was just talking nonsense."
Paying attention to connection and strengthening coordination may sound reasonable at first glance, but in fact it applies to everyone. It is most suitable for fooling the demon soldiers who have never received formal training!
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