The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Isa could clearly feel the pressure on her flank lessen considerably, and she could also clearly see the enormous monster in the distance finally raising its hooves and moving towards the banner of the North Wind Bear.

"Protect the Governor!"

Someone in the army shouted, and the already somewhat frenzied army became even more aggressive, almost pushing the monster in front of them back alive.

The monster in front of them was also constantly fleeing, or rather, it was moving closer to the enormous monster.

But the human army didn't care about any of that; they only felt that their attack was effective and began an even more frenzied and fierce offensive.

Thanks to the effects of the holy water, monsters were constantly being annihilated as they approached Noam. But as long as they could capture Noam's flag, it would all be worth it. Thinking of this, Noam's several large mouths began to murmur at the same time, and more monsters began to converge towards Lind.

The monsters converged like a black river, creating a monstrous wave that surged straight toward the ever-advancing banner of the North Wind Bear on the battlefield.

Flora and the nuns had reached the foot of Noam's hooves, but more and more monsters blocked their path. Flora pulled the trigger, and the towering flames, accompanied by howling north winds, once again turned the center of the battlefield into a fiery hell.

Noam could clearly feel the burning sensation coming from under the hooves, and his movements became increasingly frantic.

At this moment, the demon commander was on Noam's back, gripping Noam's tentacles tightly, and roared, "Where are the other soldiers? Quickly stop these damned nuns! Where are the chosen demon gods' offspring?"

"Commander, it seems the Demon God's offspring is being held up ahead!"

The demon commander used reconnaissance-type bloodline magic to spot the chosen ones still fighting Hammond not far ahead.

But as Noam's large mouths murmured, mud monsters surged in from behind like a tsunami. These monsters, which were originally human, began to flood into the battlefield. Moreover, they seemed to have been corroded by mud for too long and could no longer be seen as human. They looked more like a bunch of upright slimes.

Although Flora and the nuns burned most of the monsters, these surging monsters bypassed the nuns and charged directly towards Hammond.

Hammond and the Lars Knights' armor had long been cracked due to the bloodline magic of these demon god's offspring, and the enchantments were intermittent. When they saw the horde of monsters approaching, Hammond and the Lars Knights did not try to escape. Instead, they took out their holy water pouches and poured the last of the holy water on themselves.

"Knight Lars, charge!"

Hammond shouted with all his might, and the remaining knights raised their weapons, which were almost depleted of magic, and followed Hammond, charging headlong into the monsters.

Faced with this suicidal attack, the demonic offspring did not choose to continue fighting. Instead, they shrank back and crouched down, allowing the mud monsters to continuously crawl into their gaping maws.

The final charge of the Lars Knights was gradually swallowed up by the waves of mud monsters. Soon, these feeding demon offspring seemed to regain their vitality, stood up, and continued to charge forward with Noam, constantly releasing bloodline magic.

The nuns' mobile barrier was already at full power, completely ignoring the warnings of overload and depleted energy, because with the demons who could use bloodline magic clearing the way, and with the ever-growing number of monsters, the behemoth before them was getting closer and closer to the governor's banner.

Although the soldiers at the front were fighting desperately, they still could not stop Noam's advance.

After all, given Noam's size, his mere movement alone could inflict enormous damage on an army, and those chosen ones who could use bloodline magic also caused great trouble for humanity.

The cost of doing this is that the human armies on the flanks are getting closer and closer to Noam, but as long as the human governor can be captured, no matter how many human armies there are, they are nothing but chickens and dogs.

The battlefield has now become a gamble on speed, a contest of whether the flank armies will reach Noam first, or whether Noam will trample the flag underfoot first. As things stand, the demons, who have staked everything, have won.

The soldiers around the demon commander were already praising his brilliant decision and the enemy governor's foolishness. If the enemy governor hadn't joined the battle, the humans could have defeated the demons by fighting steadily. But they never expected that the human governor would refuse to listen to reason and would have to suffer the consequences.

However, the demon commander, who was clinging to Noam and gripping his tentacles, discovered something strange.

What about the enemy's artillery?

The demon commander struggled to his feet and looked toward the human positions. Could it be that the human artillery had not fired because they were too close to the enemy governor and were afraid of accidentally hitting the enemy?

But looking at the flag not far away, there were many cannons around the flag, but they had never been fired. Moreover, those cannons did not resemble the cannons that the demons had observed before; they seemed to be temporary models.

The flag had stopped moving at this point, since moving any further would mean colliding with the demon army.

"report!"

Sensing a hint of unease, the demon commander gave an order, and the soldier beside him immediately used bloodline magic to scan the area around the flag.

"Report, the enemy soldiers appear to be fiddling with their artillery and are ready to fire."

As the governor drew ever closer, Noam's whisper echoed across the battlefield once more: "Mere humans! Ordinary cannons can't harm the great offspring of the demon god. I will crush your human governor to pieces!"

At this moment, Lind was also watching the monster gradually approaching, but the closer the behemoth got to Lind, the calmer he became.

"Your Excellency, we are ready to launch at any time!"

Linde stood beneath the flag, his gaze sharp as a knife, scanning the neatly lined-up soldiers.

Everyone was very nervous, but everyone straightened their backs and held their breath while waiting.

Lind drew the sword of the Lars family patriarch from his waist and shouted, "Prepare to aim! For victory! For revenge! For the North! For our unwavering faith and honor! Fire!"

If the demon scouts were familiar enough with human artillery, they would find that the cannons following Lind's movement were very outdated. Nowadays, Gray Collar rarely uses cannons with solid projectiles anymore; almost all the cannons sold to the royal capital and Doug use solid projectiles, and the rest are basically magic-powered.

However, these cannons that followed Linde's movement were all designed to fire solid projectiles.

Moreover, its structure is very simple and its size is not large; it is more like a mortar than a cannon.

Upon receiving orders, the soldiers began to calculate the distance using the "jumping eye" method, and then began to fire the cannons in an orderly manner.

Feeling the small shell, Noam's several large mouths began to hum softly. These shells could hit him without even scratching his skin.

Forget about dodging, Noam didn't even instinctively slow down.

However, when these shells came into contact with Noam and exploded, Noam felt not heat, but a cold touch.

water?

Before Noam could react, he immediately began to howl in pain, the icy touch followed by an intense burning sensation.

As shells continued to fly in, Noam suffered more and more pain, and gradually began to collapse, unable to hold on any longer.

"It's that special medicine!"

The demon commander, who was gripping Noam's tentacles, immediately realized that the shells were not only targeting Noam, but also the chosen ones who had entered the firing range.

Seeing that these holy water bombs were indeed effective, Linde breathed a sigh of relief. These bombs were modified by Linde based on the fire extinguishing bombs from his previous life, except that the fire extinguishing foam and liquid were replaced with holy water.

Because it was built on short notice, Lind couldn't guarantee its stability or range. However, at this distance, and with the enemy so concentrated, stability and range were no longer important. As long as it could be launched, everything would be over.