The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

The giant banner on the human camp began to move, heading straight towards Noam.

Although the speed was not very fast, Noam and the demon commander felt immense pressure with every inch they moved.

As this flag was raised, the people on the battlefield began to go even more frenzied.

"For the Governor!"

"Brothers, let us offer our loyalty to the Governor!"

"For the North!"

Battle cries echoed across the battlefield, and human actions became even more ferocious, as if dying in battle had become an honor. Everyone began to charge forward recklessly, and the battle line began to rush toward Noam at a visible speed.

It's unclear whether Noam's increased energy from moving around weakened his control over the demon offspring.

Faced with the frenzied humans, the demon gods' offspring actually exhibited a fear-like emotion. This fear even overcame their hunger, and they began to flee.

Both Noam and the demon commanders understood perfectly well that all of this had happened after that huge banner was first raised.

Moreover, according to the demon standing next to Noam, the human governor was standing directly under that huge banner.

The enemy seemed to have no intention of hiding anything, and thus, surrounded by guards, they entered the battlefield standing under their flag.

All of this was clearly seen by the demons with reconnaissance-type bloodline magic.

Not only that, because of the nuns not far away, Noam needed to constantly mobilize the demon's offspring to defend, causing the front line to collapse even faster. Would that flamethrower really be useful to him? Noam didn't know, but Noam absolutely did not want to use this body to try it out.

Large beads of sweat dripped onto the demon commander's armor, making a soft but very clear sound.

"Is it raining?"

The demon commander looked up at the sky. There was no rain or snow; it was clear that the sweat was from his own nervousness.

Was it tension or fear? The demon commander didn't want to think about it too much.

The demon commander understood that this was a high-stakes gamble; the other side had staked everything, and it was up to them to see if they dared to follow suit.

Should we retreat?

Noam's voice echoed in my mind again.

The human governor's personal morale-boosting efforts were indeed very effective, but they also directly exposed humanity's weaknesses.

Once that human governor dies, the human army will immediately scatter like birds and beasts, and the North will never again have the strength to resist the demons.

Lind, as if sitting at a gambling table, smiled and pushed out all his chips, asking, "I'm all in, call or not?"

This isn't really like a game of all-in; it's more like a form of extreme pressure. If the demons escape at this point, the governor's prestige will rise to a terrifying level. Humans, at least those in the North, will no longer fear the demons as long as the governor is alive.

Once humans cease to fear the offspring of demon gods, the effectiveness of those offspring is reduced by almost half.

To be honest, the demon commander felt that those crazed humans on the battlefield were more like monsters than the offspring of the demon god. Should they flee? Fleeing would preserve more strength and leave a glimmer of hope for the demon race's future counterattack, especially for Noam. His Majesty the Demon King had spent a great deal of energy cultivating a mastermind. As long as Noam could survive, the demon race would not be completely defeated.

However, if we attack, we can turn the tide by taking down that human governor.

Reason told the demon commander that Noam should retreat at this time. The enemy's potion was too strange, and they should wait until the demon scholars analyzed what it was before making any decisions.

Moreover, those terrifying nuns not far away are a real threat. No wonder Daniel went crazy. He wasn't lying. These nuns are really not something ordinary demons can handle.

Not only that, the timing of the opposing governor's appearance was too coincidental. It was obvious that he had only stepped into the battlefield because he saw that the demons were about to retreat. The opposing governor was like a barmaid who, seeing that the customer was about to leave, skillfully took off her last pretense and stood on the stage, posing seductively, saying, "Come and have some fun, sir."

But the demon commander stared intently at the North Wind Bear's banner, thinking that if that banner fell, if that banner fell...

"No, we can't retreat. As long as we defeat their governor here, the Northern Territory will be powerless to resist us. The remaining humans will be nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs, and from now on they will have no choice but to submit to His Majesty the Demon King!"

The demons' commander made up his mind; the rise and fall of the demon race depended on this one move!

However, the main reason was that the demon commander saw the alarming speed of human development. If humanity continued to develop like this, even if they escaped, would they really be able to defeat humanity in the future?

"Lord Noam, are you capable of fighting?"

Noam understood the demon commander's meaning, but instead of replying, he made his huge hooves move as a response. Although the speed was relatively slow, Noam's size made each step cover a considerable distance. Noam moved straight toward the direction of the flag.

In this chaotic battlefield, once Noam steps on you, there is virtually no chance of survival. This attack is simple and unadorned, but effective.

As Noam moved, the entire earth began to tremble. Noam's size seemed to have expanded considerably compared to the beginning, and monsters continued to gather around Noam. The monsters on the battlefield also became more ferocious. However, in the face of such monsters, the banner of the North Wind Bear showed no sign of stopping and continued to move firmly toward the center of the battlefield.

It would be impossible for Linde not to be nervous right now. Although he has insurance provided by the dragons, who knows if this insurance will actually work? To what extent can it extend Linde's life?

What worried Lind even more was Lena, who was beside him.

After boosting morale, Lindra pulled Lena aside and whispered, "If anything goes wrong, just run, understand? I have the protection of the dragons, I'll be fine."

"How can that be done!"

Lena grasped Lind's hand and said, "We're husband and wife. Even if we die, we'll die together!"

Well, Lena didn't seem to understand what Lind was saying at all, but for some reason, seeing Lena's serious face followed by an uncontrollable silly grin, Lind was filled with courage again.

As Lena watched the soldiers rushing forward on the front lines, an uncontrollable pain surged in her chest. These were all people from the North, but it was precisely at times like these that Lena couldn't show any tension. This was a talent born of the Lars family, but it seemed that something had gone wrong when it was passed down to Lena. Lena didn't know what expression to use to face them, so she could only smile foolishly and comfort Lind and the people around her.

But the strength in his hand didn't lie; Lin De could feel that his left hand, which was being held by Lena, was about to be crushed.

Linde brought almost all the forces on the position with him; besides his guards, even the artillery was slowly advancing with him.

But these cannons were strange, because they hadn't fired a single shot while Linde was moving, and although there were quite a few of them, they weren't very big. Linde kept calculating the distance between himself and the behemoth, and when he saw the behemoth getting closer and closer, he even forgot that his left hand was being squeezed almost to pieces by Lena.