Chapter Seventy-Seven: Demon Prince! [Second Update]
2017-03-04
Author: Floating Tower
As the last devil army was eliminated by dozens of demons, Molten Iron Lake officially declared its change of hands.
Countless demons erupted in cheers.
After being oppressed for a thousand years, they finally defeated a devil and seized the most important Molten Iron Lake in the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains. As long as they could hold this place, they could continuously obtain metal, which would provide a huge advantage in the bl**d War against the devils.
“Master! We won!”
“Molten Iron Lake has been captured! It’s time to drive the devils back to their homes!”
Every high-level demon was exceptionally excited, especially those who had successfully taken enemy heads. Killing enemies in the bl**d War allowed for faster advancement. Just the elimination of these fifty thousand devils had already promoted tens of thousands of low-level demons. The efficiency was like a battle that normally gave twenty percent experience suddenly turning into a mode that provided one hundred percent experience. Every demon who had experienced the bl**d War could feel this clearly. If it weren’t for the high casualties and the dangers involved, this kind of war would make demons addicted; yet even so, there were still many demons joining the bl**d War.
For the demons, the “glorious” result (eliminating fifty thousand devils at the cost of over two hundred thousand) did not make Soren himself overly happy.
Because the strength of the devils was indeed too formidable.
It wasn’t that a single devil had higher combat power, but their discipline when formed into an army was incredibly impressive!
Over a million demons attacking fifty thousand devils was indeed a siege battle, but losing over two hundred thousand of their own made this result not a great victory in other places. However, on the side of the demons, it was undeniably a glorious campaign!
Even so.
Other demon lords who heard the news began to request to actively send troops into the bl**d War because the bl**d War was the fastest place for advancement. If they could achieve a few more victories like this, they could gather a large number of mid-to-high level demons under their command.
Reality was this amusing.
Achieving such results with a twenty-fold advantage in troops while having already sent out part of their main forces. If it weren’t for the large number of demons advancing after this battle, Soren would doubt whether it was even possible to push back to the Hell of Bartok. But in any case, everything still had a good start; as long as the demons won, their armies would continuously swell, and countless new books and seeking-promotions demons would join the battlefield. Meanwhile, the devils, having dispatched a large number of troops to attack the Material Plane, would easily be pushed back into the Hell of Bartok by Soren. But all of this had to be quick, to achieve glorious results before the devils could react.
Molten Iron Lake had already been lost.
This was a huge loss for the devils, and the news would soon reach the Eight Demon Lords of Hell.
What Soren needed to do was to cultivate a batch of Balroth Fire Demons while reclaiming the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains; only a large number of Balroth Demons could withstand the elite of the devils in the bl**d War.
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At the same time.
In many places on the Material Plane, such as Arendelle, Northern Tower, Spearwind Hills, and the adjacent desolate areas, the rebel forces of many Material Plane races, along with the church troops of deities, clearly sensed some changes.
That was the intensity of the devil army’s attacks had suddenly decreased by about thirty percent.
It seemed as if the enemy’s offensive had finally been blocked, which made many feel incredibly excited and see a glimmer of victory.
However, only those who truly saw through the fog knew that this was not the achievement of humanity but rather that some existence was resisting all of this in the shadows. Deep within the City of Radiance, a powerful deity was also watching the Bottomless Abyss.
“Balroth Fire Demon leader – Soren?”
“Is it his avatar?”
“Interesting! He actually managed to halt the devils’ advance in this way!”
The resurgence of the bl**d War put tremendous pressure on the devils.
At this moment, the head of the Eight Demon Lords of Hell, Beal, who occupied a large area of land and was closing in on the Wizard City, faced a difficult decision: to fully attack the Material Plane regardless of the situation in the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains, or to dispatch some devil troops to defend the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains. The Saint’s Cataclysm was nearing its end, and if the gods regained their powers by seizing the shackles, then these devil armies would be doomed. At least five strong divine powers in the Material Plane harbored enmity towards them. They were afraid of dying in direct combat while trapped in their saint forms, but if they regained their divine forms, they would undoubtedly come down with a heavy strike.
If the Hell of Bartok was the devils’ home ground, that would be fine; no matter what, there was still Lord Asmothiels, and the gods couldn’t stir up trouble in the Hell of Bartok.
However, if it was the Material Plane, even Asmothiels would not dare to act recklessly.
The reason was simple.
He was also afraid of dying! Gods could fall during the Saint’s Cataclysm, and the Lord of Hell could fall in the same turmoil!
This was very fair.
In essence, while Asmothiels had not weakened his power too drastically like the gods, the circumstances of the Saint’s Cataclysm made him susceptible to being killed.
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Bottomless Abyss, Molten Iron Lake.
Only at this moment did Soren feel the terrifying numerical advantage of the demons and understand why the original demon army could contend with the devils; they just needed a powerful leader, that was all.
In just one day’s time.
Soren’s army not only did not dwindle due to the loss of over two hundred thousand but instead rapidly expanded to a scale of one million five hundred thousand.
This was simply frightening!
Countless demons arrived at the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains by various means; some smuggled over from the River of Underworld, others air-dropped through portals. It seemed that any ambitious demon wanted to give it a try. The Bottomless Abyss had more than six hundred levels known, and even if only a thousand demons came from each level, that would still amount to over six hundred thousand troops.
And now, in the fragmented regions of the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains, over three hundred thousand demon troops had regrouped, hailing from Azgrath, Zelata, Frozen Wastes, Magic Network Inferno (indeed, the domain of the Spider Queen), Smargdar, Salt Marsh, Slime Inferno, Valley of Poison, Dark Well, and so forth.
Just by looking at the names of these layers, one could see the terrifying war potential of the Bottomless Abyss.
And the prerequisite for this potential to explode was having a powerful demon lord to lead the bl**d War, the “Demon Prince” of the Bottomless Abyss!
Once, Digomorgen led all of this, but now Soren had gained the recognition of most demons.
At least after reclaiming the Molten Iron Lake, he had taken the lead in this part of the bl**d War. Already more than a hundred thousand scattered demons had come to his side.
The terrifying human sea tactic was taking shape.
Seeing the hope of defeating the devils, Soren’s army of demons expanded at a terrifying speed.
It must be said.
Compared to the Hell of Bartok, which only had nine levels, the Bottomless Abyss with over six hundred levels indeed held an extremely horrifying advantage in population!
So then.
Since there was such a great population advantage, let the devils face the torrent of demon waves!
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