Chapter Sixty: Rise of the Cannon Fodder 2
The next day quickly arrived.
It seemed that the Succubus Commander had temporarily changed the battle plan, preparing to scale down the scale of the fight. They intended to send someone to attack a small stronghold of the King of Werewolves, Yenogu, on the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains. After taking out this outpost, they would proceed with the next probing action. There was basically no dissent from the other demons regarding this sudden change of plan; only Soren furrowed his brow, feeling that something was amiss. Just yesterday, they seemed ready for a large-scale attack, and today they were opting for a small-scale probe—something must have happened.
The commander of the demon army was a Tempt.
A powerful demon with a challenge level of around 15, possessing strengths and constitution both over 31!
The Tempt had sharp violet eyes and skin that was a mix of dark brown and black, standing about five meters tall and weighing over 5500 pounds. This type of demon preferred deception over battle, but one must not underestimate its abilities, as it was adept in specialties such as opportunistic slash, advanced opportunistic slash, multiple attacks, and powerful strikes. It could be said that even Soren’s true form would need to work a bit to deal with it.
Because it was an advanced super-large Tempt, its base life count was 18 points.
If Soren did not intend to change the form of the demon, he could also accumulate power to advance its size, transforming into small, medium, or large Coward Demons; in this case, its vitality would continuously increase, gradually raising its base life count. The Mother of Worms was born this way, as an ultra-giant Abyss Worm, boasting a base life count of 36 points, making it exceptionally difficult to kill!
Advancing in size would increase its attributes but would also incur corresponding penalties.
Because the larger the body, the slower the action, and the reaction speed would also be noticeably slower, though the power attribute would see significant improvements.
The demon army that Soren was part of was deployed to the battlefield.
The Tempt commander’s deputies were five Furo Demons and a group of Frenzied Combat Demons. Soren unexpectedly discovered there were no signs of Succubi, causing a jolt in his heart!
“This situation is not right!”
Soren quietly took a step back, muttering, “As the demon legion of the Succubus Queen, how could they not send any Succubi into battle this time!”
“Could it be?!…”
“Are we just cannon fodder to be completely exhausted? Or are we merely bait to draw in the enemy?”
The minds of demons were quite simple.
At least most of them were influenced by their chaotic nature; they were not as cunning as devils. In front of Soren was a group of excited Frenzied Combat Demons, seemingly delighted just to be in battle, completely unaware of how dangerous their situation was!
Everything exuded a strange aura.
Soren was increasingly convinced that these individuals were merely bait; he just didn’t know what the Succubus Legion had in reserve.
The demon army quickly set off.
The towering form of the Tempt took the lead, exuding a sense of oppression like a giant, followed by some Furo Demons. The Frenzied Combat Demons utilized their size advantage and innate combat abilities, always assuming a vanguard position among the demon troops. They were the top-tier cannon fodder, capable of drawing substantial firepower in battle.
Behind them were large groups of Coward Demons, Quasai Demons, and Abyss Stalkers, whose lower-level contributions were minimal!
One Frenzied Combat Demon could easily slaughter hundreds of low-level demons.
The march did not last long.
It seemed the demons also did not have specific military orders. They were given only two commands: ‘attack’ and ‘retreat.’
Soren walked at the back of the line.
He could not understand the thoughts of the demons, as some were elated by the onset of battle while others were terrified.
—“Chaos breeds fools since ancient times!”
Soren was currently mixed in with a large group of foolish demons, unsure of what kind of battles would unfold next.
If something felt off, he planned to find an opportunity to slip away.
Soon.
Ahead appeared a camp held by the army, and Soren thought they might have some tactical schemes, but in fact, he had overthought it; accompanied by roars of “attack,” the Frenzied Combat Demons charged forward. Soren truly wanted to offer them useful tactical hints, but he knew that as a Coward Demon, daring to do so would likely get him trampled by high-level demons.
A foul stench filled the air.
The Frenzied Combat Demons activated their innate abilities; they appeared like frog-like monsters, and in battle, their skin secreted a noxious gas. Any enemies approaching them had to make forced saving throws, or even demons themselves would suffer effects of ‘nausea.’
This top-tier cannon fodder was indeed very ugly!
A group of crazy chaotic fools engaged in battle, resulting only in a hard clash; the Frenzied Combat Demons charged to the front, followed by Coward Demons with small arms and legs and other low-level demons. The Tempt commander did not rush to join the fray, while the other mid-level demons stayed mostly at the back to oversee the battle, ensuring no cowards fled in fear.
“This is nothing but a melee!”
Soren seemed a bit desperate regarding the demon’s command art; it was no wonder that despite having dozens of times the number of devils, after years of fighting, they were still being toyed with by devils.
This kind of command ability was truly a call for masochism!
However, this also proved that Soren’s decision to develop in the Abyss was correct because it was only here that he had the opportunity for rapid rise; as long as he survived the most challenging initial phase, he could easily enter the ranks of high-level demons.
Because he had enough confidence in overcoming these fools!
………………
The army had no significant markers.
In the army of the King of Werewolves—Yenogu, the main components were werewolves, ghouls, undead, and various demons.
The pitch-black Abyss Werewolves were among them; even in the Bottomless Abyss, they were quite troublesome foes! The ghouls were directly clashing with the Frenzied Combat Demons, and the commander of the enemy stronghold was a werewolf general wielding a three-headed flail, who kept his gaze fixed on the distant Tempt. As long as the other side did not act, he had no intention of making a move.
The battle was immensely fierce!
Both sides became entangled in chaos, and the demons’ frenzied nature was quickly ignited by blood.
However.
Soren soon realized he was greatly overestimating the demons because, as the battle truly erupted, an even more despairing fact appeared before him.
The Coward Demons beside him began to fight each other!
Both armies contained a large number of low-level demons serving as cannon fodder, and many of these low-level demons were temporarily summoned, meaning that many had only recently been gathered, and they were unfamiliar with each other and had no clear markers.
You’re a Coward Demon, I’m also a Coward Demon!
Who knows which side you’re on? Well, it doesn’t matter; let’s just kill you first!
That’s right.
The Coward Demons started fighting among themselves.
Not only the Coward Demons under Soren’s command but even those from the werewolves’ camp could no longer distinguish friend from foe; they were just in a frenzy of indiscriminate fighting—it was a scene that was almost unbearable to watch!
Soren had never seen a more insane army.
If they were on the battlefield of the Abyssal Blood War, perhaps they could still distinguish between demons and devils, but in this situation, they were simply in a chaotic melee!
Soren was almost intoxicated.
In such circumstances, what was the point of commanding? He simply blended into the crowd to take advantage of the chaos, not caring whether enemies or allies were around; whenever he saw someone injured, he went in for the kill.
After all, everything had become so chaotic!
So insane?
Absolutely! This is the Bottomless Abyss!
After Soren had finished off twenty or thirty Coward Demons in succession, the nearby Coward Demons finally seemed to learn their lesson; the Coward Demons from his side began to draw closer to him while those from the enemy side gradually retreated from around him.
However!
At that moment, an enormous crash resonated nearby, as a red-eyed Frenzied Combat Demon and a demon engulfed in flames approached.
The commander of the Coward Demon Legion, that Frenzied Combat Demon he had seen yesterday.
Now it was severely injured, covered in burn marks, and in front of it was an advanced Fire Demon.
The initial form of the Balroth Fire Demon!
………………(To be continued ~^~)
