The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

As the shells exploded, bursts of mist erupted, and the monsters on the battlefield began to howl in agony. The chosen ones who were hit head-on by the holy water shells began to twitch, and their bloodline magic seemed to be sealed away as they collapsed to the ground.

But the shells didn't stop there; they continued to be fired as if they were free.

"Long live the Governor!"

Long live the North!

Seeing the monsters struggling in pain in front of Linde, the morale of the Gray-White Collar army reached its peak, and they began to directly draw their swords and join the battle to slaughter.

Although many of the demon gods' offspring were not directly hit by the holy water cannonballs, these demon gods' offspring, who could sense human emotions, were clearly not as powerful as before. In the collision of waves, humans began to clearly gain the upper hand.

There were also cases where these monsters completely lost control. Without Noam's guidance, these demon offspring were like headless flies, consciously divided and strangled by humans.

Meanwhile, Noam began to wail in agony from several large mouths, clearly having lost contact with the monsters on the battlefield.

Faced with this situation, the demon commander knew he had fallen into the enemy's trap.

From the moment they raised their flags and joined the battlefield, the enemy not only wanted to keep the demons here, but also wanted to annihilate all the demon god's offspring, including Noam, in this place.

That makes sense. The demon commander had studied the Gray Collars. Although the Gray Collars' technology and army had an overwhelming advantage over humans, they were extremely cautious when fighting against Doug. The opponent's strategy was basically to think three steps ahead and would never give the enemy any chance to turn the tide.

It can be said that he took the concept of "overestimating the enemy" to its extreme.

How could a governor who devised such a strategy possibly throw himself into the battlefield as bait without any preparation?

Even the demon commander hadn't expected the governor to be so calm and collected; all the previous retreats were just for this moment's counterattack.

The demon commander had realized that even if Noam did manage to reach the governor of the Grey Territory, the governor would likely already have a plan to escape.

But there was no way around it; the temptation offered was simply too great. For this demon commander, Lind's allure was even greater than that of the legendary succubus. After all, once they conquered her, the remaining human kingdoms would truly be nothing but worthless trash, and the demon race would be great once again.

Linde had been giving the demons the illusion that they were just a hair's breadth away, but when the demon commanders looked back, they realized that this slight difference was like an insurmountable chasm. The first time the Gray-White Collar was routed was probably the closest the demons came to victory, but since they hadn't completely crushed the Gray-White Collar that time, the demons could only stop there at best.

Just as the demon commander had thought, Linde had made many preparations, including the troops on the flanks, the nuns, and the holy water bomb. However, throwing himself into the battlefield as bait to prevent the demons from escaping was indeed a rare risky move by Linde.

Although they have the protection of the dragons, if Linde is attacked, the momentum that the Gray and White Collar army has built up may disappear, and the subsequent battlefield will be completely overturned.

Fortunately, the holy water bomb worked as expected. What surprised Lind the most was that because the largest monster was attacked by the holy water bomb, the remaining monsters, just as the strategists had guessed, lost their rhythm and became weaker. The effect was even better than Lind had imagined.

As Noam panicked and witnessed the continuous deaths of the demon god's offspring, the fear in his heart finally began to backfire. He stopped running forward and instead began to retreat backward, hoof raised.

"No, I can't die yet! I'm the mastermind that His Majesty the Demon King painstakingly cultivated! I can't die here!"

Countless similar voices echoed in Noam's mind, and his massive body began to turn and run backward, trying to escape the range of the holy water bullets.

"If only we could get there!"

Noam focused all his energy on calculating the attack range of the Holy Water Bullet.

"As long as we can get to that place, we won't have to be attacked by this strange potion anymore!"

Just as Noam was enduring the purifying effects of the holy water and was about to escape the attack range, a raging fire suddenly broke out in front of him.

"terribly sorry!"

Flora murmured as she led the nuns along the path of retreat in Noam.

"This road is blocked."

When the nuns pulled the trigger, the towering flames completely shattered Noam's psychological defenses. Noam, who had been trying to instill fear in humanity once again, was now plunged into endless terror himself.

Noam could no longer withstand it, and his entire body fell straight down. The demon commander who had been holding Noam's tentacle was also thrown out and landed directly in front of the nuns.

Feeling the heat, the demon commander struggled to his feet. Only then did he notice that the nuns' red robes were stained with blood, clearly from battle. It was obvious what kind of blood it was.

The demon commander wanted to raise his hands in surrender, wanting to say that he knew a lot about the demons and could act as a traitor, but no matter what he said, he couldn't get the words out.

Flora looked at the demon who had been thrown off and asked, "So you want to surrender?"

The demon commander nodded excitedly.

"sorry."

Flora pulled the chainsaw blade.

"The governor said that the demons are cunning, and no prisoners will be taken in this war."

After eliminating the demon commander, the nuns began to cut Noam with their melting chainsaw swords and then continuously burned him with flamethrowers. As Noam's cries of agony grew fainter, the movements of the demon foes on the battlefield became slower and more chaotic.

The battlefield was already one-sided, and the rest was just garbage time. Linde breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that his left hand was about to be crushed by Lena.

A sharp pain shot through her chest, and Lin De quickly pulled his hand away. Only then did Lena realize that she had been holding Lin De's hand the whole time. She said in a panic, "Brother, are you... are you alright? I didn't mean to! The potion, the potion!"

Seeing that Lena had recovered from her previous tense state, Linde hugged her tightly and said, "It's alright now, we won."

Lena gradually relaxed, finally no longer having to watch the soldiers of the North sacrifice themselves. Tears welled up in Lena's eyes.

"Yes, we won."

At this moment, Laurie, who had been following Lind, coughed awkwardly.

Linde then remembered and ordered, "General Laurie, you will be in command of the battlefield from now on. Don't let a single monster escape, understand?"

"You will definitely live up to your destiny!"

Laurie, having taken over command, gave a solemn salute and began directing the messengers, issuing orders to the various legions on the battlefield to clear the battlefield.

In this northern winter, a soft ray of light pierced through the thick clouds, illuminating the silent earth.

Sunlight streamed down across the shattered trenches and desolate valleys. The snow shimmered faintly in the light; it was a rare, clear day in the northern winter.

With the death of the giant monster, the other monsters also became stupid. A small team of just a few people could take down a monster without taking any damage. Under Laurie's command, the remaining troops began to clean up the battlefield.

The war for the frontline soldiers was over, and the gray-collar workers won this brutal war at a considerable cost, but for Lind, the real war was just beginning after the war ended.

Countless things, a myriad of issues, all required Linde's attention.

White was summoned back to the rear by Lind. Looking at the bandage wrapped around Lind's left hand, White didn't know how the governor had been injured, but he didn't dare to ask. He could only lower his head and obey orders.

Lind avoided Lena and gave the order:

"Take a team to the valley. Don't let Doug get away, understand?"

Finally, they had reached this point. Although he had just come down from the battlefield, White did not feel tired at all. After saluting, he excitedly gathered his men and ran towards the valley.