The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

"Be careful, this is the goods the Duke wants. If there's any loss, neither of us can afford to pay for it!"

In the Eastern Territory, a group of merchants were busy with their workers, continuously delivering materials to designated cities.

The demons didn't tell Monroe what the shipment was for; they only instructed him to transport it to a designated city.

Monroe wasn't surprised by this, since there was already a lot of trade between the Eastern Territory and the Demon Race. It was just some relatively rare magical materials. If the Demon Race wanted them, could Monroe refuse to give them to them?

The demons' reasoning was also quite sound: these spellcasting materials were prepared for a joint attack on the northern border from the east. With the demons and the eastern border joining forces, how could we possibly fail to conquer the northern border?

Unaware that these materials would soon become his death warrant, Monroe was still devoutly praying to the demon god in the capital. Although he had recently heard that the goddess had gradually begun to respond to believers, Monroe had long believed that only the demon god could bring true salvation to people, and there was no turning back for Monroe.

Moreover, without the North, those demon gods' offspring and those excellent warriors should have already conquered the kingdom.

But it's not too late now, because Princess Claire has finally been drawn by the Demon God and joined his ranks.

Unaware that he was about to be sold, Monroe helped Claire operate in the shadows in the capital while simultaneously procuring materials for super-level magic for the demons.

Because the gates of the Eastern Territory were completely open to the demons, Altaïr and Oris entered the Eastern Territory without any hindrance, as guest elders of the demons.

Looking at the desolate eastern border, Altaïr finally regained some confidence. After all, according to reports from both Karon and Altan, the forces in their respective regions were exceptionally powerful, far stronger than Altaïr's homeland, not counting high-level professionals.

Even among the demons, that demon king was not incompetent, which once made Altaïr somewhat worried. Even if his homeland had truly gained a foothold on this continent, could it really fight against the monsters that roamed the land?

In Altaïr's view, the eastern territory was what a proper territory should look like. Along the way, the villages Altaïr passed through were filled with dilapidated thatched huts and crumbling houses made of randomly piled stones.

The gloomy sky seemed to cover the entire Eastern Territory, and the air was filled with the smell of decay. This land seemed to be forever oppressive and suffocating.

Looking at the people along the way, Altaïr couldn't even distinguish between the serfs and the free people. Everyone was dressed in tattered linen clothes, their faces were thin and dull, and their skin was rough and eroded by wind, sand and barrenness. Their eyes were lifeless and their gazes were downcast. When they saw the carriage that Altaïr and the others were riding in, they immediately ran far away and dared not look at it for long.

For these people, this convoy full of materials and personnel was not as appealing as the game where a nobleman in the distance throws grain into the lake and sends people to retrieve it, taking away as much as they can.

Looking at these people who were no different from the lowest rungs of his homeland, and even more hopeless, Altaïr couldn't help but sigh that this was what a normal noble territory should look like. The reports from Kalon and Altan were far too alarmist, especially Altan, who practically described the North as a divine kingdom on earth.

In fact, what use is it for the lower class to be rich? In Altaïr's view, ten thousand people from the lower class are not as useful as one high-level professional.

And Altaïr will soon prove it to Altan.

When the carriages and goods entered the city, the surroundings finally became lively. However, this place was less of a city and more of a small town with stone walls. The town itself was not even as big as the lord's castle not far away.

If you include the lord's castle, the city's area, while not exactly astonishing, can be considered a medium-sized city. But if you remove the lord's castle, the city is truly indescribable.

But this is already one of the most prosperous cities in the East, and also the most populous area in the East, and it is adjacent to the Central Region.

At this moment, the demons who were doing business in the Eastern Territory had come to greet Altaïr and his group. Looking at the surrounding environment, Altaïr asked curiously, "Are we really going to use super-tier magic here? Isn't that a bit of a waste?"

Why bother with all that?

Oris, however, did not care much. As long as he could use super-level magic, it didn't matter where he used it. This was also the intention of the Kingdom of Avar. As long as the wide range and destructive power of super-level magic were demonstrated, the continent would soon fall into chaos because of it.

Moreover, Antipa has already promised that if he uses super-tier magic, he will grant the Kingdom of Avar a piece of land on the acquired land.

The magic circle and barrier used for the spell had already been prepared by the demons, without even needing to inform the local lords. This gave Altaïr a clearer understanding of the demons' influence in the Eastern Territory, and made him even more confused about Antipas's decision.

Given the Eastern Territory's obedient and self-serving attitude, why would the demons need to use super-level magic to conquer it? Wouldn't it be better to just attack the Northern Territory, their lifelong enemy? Is the Northern Territory really that terrifying?

But who cares? Once the super-tier magic is activated, everything will be over.

The only thing that made Altaïr uneasy was the flesh and blood that the demons required to be added to the spellcasting materials, but since Oris said it was fine, then it must be fine.

Although Oris had spent his entire life researching super-level magic, to be honest, he had never seen these materials given to him by the demons before, nor were they recorded in history. However, after testing, this pile of flesh and blood was indeed an excellent magical material. The power contained within it could even make magic more stable. He didn't know where the demons got these materials from, and these materials even had some evil properties.

If Oris had obtained the research report from the gray-collar workers, he would surely have known that this phenomenon was called a magical transformation. These materials directly caused a certain nature change in the magic power within super-level magic, just as 550C could convert magic power into holy light responsible for purification.

However, it is clear that the Kingdom of Avar, which has been researching how to improve the destructive power of super-rank magic, does not understand the qualitative change of magic power. They simply regard these qualitatively changed magic powers as a stable magic power structure.

Just as Oris stepped into the center of the magic circle, completely unaware of the consequences of his super-rank magic, a group of special guests arrived at the Gray Collar.