The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Flora is checking her equipment.

Magic flamethrower, no problem.

Tactical backpack, no problem.

The chainsaw sword felt so good in the hand that the nuns requested that a melting and cutting magic be added to it as well. No problem.

The process of melting and cutting this chainsaw sword was quite complicated, but the great Governor and his wife found a way to overcome it for their sisters. Praise be to the Governor and praise be to the Governor and his wife.

The masks used to allow the nuns to breathe in the smoke are fine.

The spare holy water is fine.

The nuns are fully prepared and ready to offer their loyalty at any time.

The entire human race has begun to quietly mobilize, the defensive lines are starting to shrink, and the soldiers are receiving more of the so-called Governor's ancestral potions.

These medicines suddenly seemed to be available in unlimited quantities; whenever asked, they were always told there were more.

Hammond calmed his beloved horse and led his personal professional troops, who would serve as the vanguard to clear the way for the nuns.

Hammond's brothers not only did not complain, but were even eager to try. Although after being incorporated into the Grey and White Collar, their treatment was no different from that of other troops, they were still the newcomers, and Hammond's troops always felt psychologically that they were not recognized by the Grey and White Collar.

This time, however, they became the pioneers who paved the way and received the best resources.

These old knights were not afraid of death to begin with, and what's more, if they were to sacrifice themselves, it wouldn't be in a human civil war, but at the hands of demonic monsters.

As long as humanity remains in power, their charge will be an absolute honor, and no younger knight can find fault with it. There is no better way to prove their chivalry.

Even Lucanus promised to compose a poem for the leading knights.

Originally, this task should have been undertaken by another of Linde's guards, but just in case, the position still needed to be protected, so Susan's guard corps stayed behind.

Isa and White each led a team to the flank of the battlefield to prepare for reinforcements, while Darcy was cleaning his beloved gun and carefully filling the primary sand container responsible for charging the ray gun.

After ensuring everything was in perfect order, Darcy shouldered his rifle and prepared to mount his horse with his comrades. Having fought side by side for so long, no one was more suitable to support Hammond's forces than Darcy's troops.

At that moment, Darcy heard an unfamiliar voice calling his name.

"Hey!"

It turns out to be that little girl from the Laurent family.

Emily came with the nuns and was later incorporated into the Second Army, fighting alongside the Knights of Lars.

"I'm about to catch up with you, so don't die!"

Darcy was somewhat confused upon hearing this. He didn't care if he died, as long as Hammond, who was clearing the way, and the nuns behind him were safe.

The team charging at the forefront, though seemingly in the most danger, and indeed in great danger, also receives the most resources.

Moreover, the governor had given himself a sufficient amount of potion, and before setting off, everyone had also poured that potion over their armor and bodies. As long as they used it sparingly, they could crawl back.

Darcy then mounted his horse and followed his comrades to the rear of Hammond's forces, preparing to launch an attack together.

"cut!"

Ignored, Emily stormed back to her unit.

Although we didn't get a clear day, at least there was no wind or snow. The sky remained overcast and gray, making it feel very oppressive.

The gray-collar workers, who had been fighting and resting at the same time, gradually recovered from their previous defeat. The entire position began to operate smoothly, like a set of precise machinery.

Because of the lack of frontline personnel, the monsters seemed to have found an opening and, as usual, once again surged towards the position like a tidal wave.

But soon, as the bugle sounded, Hammond charged out first, followed closely by Darcy, who was responsible for support and cover, and the Sisters.

Immediately afterwards, the entire human base began to move at the same time.

The soldiers were no longer as fearful as they had been when they first faced these twisted monsters of the demon race; their faces were now filled with vengeful fury.

The human and monster waves quickly intertwined, but no one retreated in the face of the much larger monsters, the mud monsters that had assimilated humans.

Fury fueled every muscle in those soldiers' bodies; every attack was swift and decisive, every shot fired a tribute to their fallen comrades.

"Brothers, follow me!"

The soldiers who had just become scribes, like a torch relay, followed the example of their former scribes and charged at the monsters with their swords without hesitation.

The artillery within the position had been moved to the front line at some point, and Lena continuously directed the artillery fire, dividing the battlefield.

Some teams even felt that killing monsters with ray guns was too slow, so they simply charged in with knives instead.

Holy water was poured onto the battlefield as if it were free. Countless monsters were rendered useless after coming into contact with it, since as soon as one bottle was thrown at them, another was immediately thrown at them. Before a monster even died, it would probably have drunk its fill of holy water.

On the battlefield, there were even rangers wielding high-pressure water cannons, spraying holy water as if it were ordinary water to support the army that was at a disadvantage. If His Holiness the Pope in the capital were to see this scene, he would probably faint on the spot.

The entire army was like a taut spring, releasing all the power that had been constricted before. Now, it was impossible to tell which wave was crashing on which side. Even on the main battlefield, the demons showed signs of defeat.

"Commander!"

Daniel hurriedly climbed onto Noam's back and said to the new demon commander, "The humans have suddenly gone mad! The entire human army has been mobilized and is heading straight for us!"

The commander kicked Daniel and cursed, "Nonsense, I'm not blind!"

Noam's voice echoed in the commander's mind: "Something's not right. How come humans have so many more potions? The previous potions could only be used in the most dangerous situations."

The demons naturally scavenged some remnants of this potion from the escaped demon god offspring, but all the demons agreed that this potion could not be mass-produced, and even the demon scholars who came to the battlefield earlier said so.

However, after the demon scholar came into contact with the potion, he suddenly seemed to discover something in shock, so he took his leave and returned to the Surd region, apparently to look up information.

Unfortunately, before news of the demon scholar could be sent back, humanity suddenly launched a war.

"We... need more soldiers."

As Noam's words echoed in the commander's mind, the commander immediately ordered, "Daniel, there's no need to hide our strength any longer. Go and release those special warriors we've been training. It's time for the final battle against humanity."