Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

"What on earth are you eating?"

Doug covered his nose and kept fanning his hands in an attempt to get rid of the foul smell.

Noam did not answer, but dragged his increasingly large body to the platform and asked, "Is everything arranged?"

"That's right. It's up to you from now on. As long as we can stop the other party here, everything will be fine."

Doug looked at the army in front of him. Although the entire team looked crooked if you looked closely, there was no problem with the deployment of the troops, which was very consistent with the battlefield experience passed down by the Lars family.

"I promised you a lot of benefits, don't let me down!"

Seeing Noam's distracted look, Doug angrily slapped the railing.

And Noam finally came to his senses and said, "Don't worry."

In the distance, the battle between the two sides had already begun. Hammond led the cavalry, and under the cover of muskets, he took the lead and almost quickly dispersed Doug's vanguard. These vanguards simply could not form a siege formation, let alone suppress the gray-collar army by relying on the advantage in numbers.

"Artillery ready!"

Darcy skillfully commanded the artillery in the back. They had practiced this exercise many times in the days of waiting for the decisive battle, and the gunners had almost engraved the standard movements into their bones.

After calculating the distance, Darcy gave the order: "Shoot!"

With an order, the magic cannon roared, and a huge orange-red fireball shot out from the alchemical barrel, landing accurately within the position of Doug's army.

Fireballs fell to the ground in a staggered manner, and the sound of explosions hit the earth as densely as drumbeats, shaking all directions and raising dust. These drumbeats sounded in an interlaced manner, as if they would never stop, and Doug's army had only the last bit of old artillery left, and they had no way to fight back.

But professionals from Doug's army soon stood up and began to cast spells and chant. However, instead of destroying the roaring artillery, these professionals were more concerned with the cavalry troops led by Hammond.

Although Doug has more Lars knights on his side, the gap in equipment between the two sides is too big. Not to mention that the firepower of Hammond's muskets is not on the same level as the opponent's, the quality of the enchanted armor alone is much better than that of the opponent.

Even if Hammond does nothing, he can just use his stance and the enchanted armor to knock the opponent away.

The Lars knights, in cooperation with the spellcasters in the rear, were able to suppress Hammond, preventing him from piercing the center of Doug's army like a sharp knife.

But it was obvious that Doug's army also knew that this was just a stopgap measure and that they would not be able to hold out for long if they continued like this. The enemy's infantry and artillery were all advancing, and the cavalry was just an appetizer.

In the back, Doug saw the enemy's artillery was so exaggerated, and then looked at his own old artillery, and said angrily: "Where are your people? It's time to ask you demons to join the battlefield!"

Fortunately, Doug sold most of these cannons to the Kingdom of Anjou, which made a lot of money back. He also paid the soldiers in the front enough wages before the war, so that the country did not collapse at the first blow.

You have to know that the elite troops are now in the front, so they can stop the gray-collar army, while in the rear, most of them are militiamen who were temporarily recruited and cannot use muskets. Moreover, the further back they go, the weaker their combat effectiveness will be. Once the front is lost, the battlefield behind will almost certainly be in chaos.

"No hurries?"

Noam took another bite of the black meat and said, "Look, isn't that coming?"

Doug finally couldn't help but cover his nose and looked into the distance. Sure enough, the demon soldiers had already begun to move, as if they wanted to cut into the battlefield from the flank and block the gray-white leading vanguard and the rear army.

But on the other side of the battlefield, the Third Army had been waiting with White for a long time. Almost at the moment when the demon troops set out, the Lars knights, which the Third Army was proud of, also set out.

These Lars Knights have been harboring resentment for a long time. After all, the limelight was stolen by Hammond. As the formation that retained the most Lars Knights, many improvements to the professional formations were proposed by the First Army, which had made the Lars Knights of the Third Army feel depressed for a long time.

"Brothers, follow me! Let these demons see what a real Lars Knight is!"

A leading knight raised the molten spear in his hand and led the rest of the Lars knights to charge.

The Lars Knights of the Third Army were like a moving fortress, crashing directly into the demon army on the flank and starting a fight.

White looked at the cavalry team with some envy. Originally, that position should have been his, but his current status and position no longer allowed him to do such dangerous things. He could only watch the battle between the Third Army and the demons from afar on the built watchtower. According to Lowry's instructions, the demons might be the biggest variable in this war and they must be kept a close eye on.

This is also the Third Army's best opportunity to make a contribution. As long as they can defeat the demons, the Third Army can personally restore the glory of Knight Lars.

Soon the demons were stopped by the Third Army. Rather than using artillery to clear the way like Lowry did, the Third Army preferred to charge close to the enemy. Soon the demons were suppressed by the Third Army.

But White soon discovered that something was wrong. Each of these demons was like a desperate criminal. They had no fear of death and refused to retreat until the very end.

You have to know that if the casualties exceed 30% and they have not collapsed, they can be considered elite. Even when White was defending Winter Castle, the casualties did not reach the level of the Demons.

This is no longer a question of casualties, but these demons are literally fighting to the death. However, rather than saying that these demons have any fighting will, it is better to say that they are just a group of walking corpses, without any consciousness of their own.

The first thing White thought of was some kind of potion that could turn people into zombies who could only fight, but that was just a legend after all. It was impossible for such a thing to exist in reality. It was more likely to be something like stimulants.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. The demon army has been pushed back, and these things can be studied later.

At this time, a knight next to White saw that the battle had begun to turn one-sided, and said with emotion: "General, when this war is over, I want to take a leave and return to Gray Collar. My fiancée has been waiting for me, and my family is urging me to come back."

White also nodded, patted the knight's shoulder and said, "Okay, after the battle is over and the merits are recorded, I will approve your leave and let you give birth to a big fat boy before coming back."

On the other side, Noam frowned. He didn't expect that after the demon soldiers received the mass and took the Holy Communion, they were still unable to defeat the opponent's main force in a head-on combat.

It seems that the opponent is stronger than he imagined, but it doesn’t matter. Any power is futile in front of Lord Demon and His Majesty the Demon King.

After eating the last bite of black meat, Noam jumped off the platform. Doug didn't think anything was wrong. He just knew that the demons were finally getting serious. But Doug didn't know what the demons' so-called killer move was.

For some reason, Doug always felt a little uneasy when he saw Noam slowly walking into the army formation.

Just when the front line was about to collapse, the demons seemed to be inspired by something and started to become even more crazy.

When Noam was halfway through the army formation, his body suddenly began to swell, and black flesh and blood quietly squirmed inside his body, as if a strange power was growing wildly under his skin.

With a tearing groan of pain, the black flesh suddenly broke free of its restraints like a wild beast and began to expand rapidly. Noam's skin began to bulge, and veins were exposed, as if countless reptiles were crawling inside his body.

In a moment, the flesh and blood became larger and larger, the ribs were twisted out of shape, the skin could no longer withstand the pressure, countless cracks appeared on the surface, and blood flowed out like a stream.

With a horrifying explosion, Noam's body could no longer support this force, and black flesh burst out from it. Broken bones and flesh flew in the air, and blood mist filled the air.

Doug's army had already panicked because of this sudden change and fled in all directions, with the rear falling into chaos.

Doug himself was so frightened by the scene that he fell to the ground, especially when Doug saw the monster born from Noam's flesh and blood.

It was a huge piece of meat as big as a hill, standing on four hooves, covered with tentacles like flagella, and several big mouths randomly distributed in various positions of the meat.

Before Doug could come to his senses, those big mouths spoke at once: "I am Noam, the chief commander under the command of the Supreme Demon King, and I am here to declare your death!"

These words, along with the cries of the soldiers around Noam, resounded throughout the battlefield.