The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Antipa didn't actually know what would happen if he added the flesh and blood of a demon god to a forbidden spell, but both his intuition as a spellcaster and his own curiosity drove him to do it.

That's the flesh and blood of a god. If it can be proven that the flesh and blood of a demon god are useful for super-level magic, then it's like the demon race has gained another trump card.

At this time, all of the demon forces had been deployed to the Eastern Territory, and Antipas was ready to transfer by ship and head directly to the Eastern Territory.

Just as Antipa was waiting for specific news about the super-level magic, a guard suddenly came to report that something unusual had happened on the Demon God's side.

Antipa calculated the time and realized that it should be around the time when Altaïr and his group were casting their super-level magic in the Eastern Territory. He immediately got up and went to the location of the demon god's corpse.

The flesh and blood on the demon god's corpse were twitching continuously. This was not the kind of twitching that was like a nerve reflex before, but rather as if it had come alive. The entire corpse was gently rising and falling, as if it were breathing.

Many demons have already knelt down devoutly, after all, they truly believe in the fabricated scriptures and consider them their gods.

But Antipa didn't really believe that what he dug up was a demon god; he could only say that it was most compatible with the demon race, and he didn't think it was blasphemous.

"Then cut off the demon god's flesh and blood and send it to the warriors."

Antipas gave his orders to his men without any emotion.

Clearly, the demon god did react to the super-level magic, and this corpse was probably not truly dead.

Soon after, one of his subordinates reported to Antipa that the new demonic flesh and blood would allow the warriors to retain more rationality after being transformed into demonic offspring, meaning that it would be easier to give birth to demonic offspring at the level of the mastermind.

Warriors who consume the flesh and blood of these demons will even become stronger.

Upon hearing this news, Antipas's expression finally showed some emotion.

Does this mean that the more active the corpse, the better the results of cutting off the flesh?

Antipas had a bold idea: if he could further stimulate the awakening of the demon god, could the warriors created from the demon god's flesh and blood help the demon race conquer the world?

Not to mention the capital, we might even be able to easily take over the northern border.

But Antipa quickly calmed down, suppressing his excitement, and said, "Have people record these results carefully, compare them with the flesh and blood of the former demon god, and urge the scouts to ask what exactly happened in the Eastern Territory."

His subordinates accepted the order and left.

For a moment, Antipa hesitated. What if the corpse really came back to life? In the end, the demons didn't understand what the corpse was, nor did they know what its attitude would be towards them after it was resurrected.

But it cannot be denied that it was because of this corpse that the demons possessed that terrifying power.

Can the demons turn back? That's impossible. Antipa knew very well that the demons and the Northern Territory were sworn enemies after their previous series of attacks.

If Antipa were to abandon this corpse that could grant him power, the Northern Territory would likely annihilate the demons immediately. Therefore, even knowing that continuing to study the corpse might lead to irreversible consequences, Antipa could not stop.

If anyone's to blame, blame the North.

Meanwhile, in the eastern part of Cape, the area where the super-level magic was cast had become a living hell. Black rain poured down on the region, and those who came into contact with the rain turned into monstrous puddles of mud, constantly devouring everything around them.

At first, these monsters seemed to retain a trace of human consciousness, but most of them had already been devoured, leaving only a corpse that followed its instincts.

The dark clouds in the sky, centered on the basil region, began to spread outwards continuously.

The demons who remained in the Eastern Territory under the pretext of doing business also transformed into an army and began to attack the territories in the Eastern Territory. In addition, demons continued to land in the Eastern Territory aboard ships from the Kingdom of Avar.

In the Eastern Realm, even offspring of demon gods have begun to appear.

Back then, on the Golden Harvest Plain, the Northern Territory and the Demon Clan fought to a standstill, which led many people to make a wrong assessment of the strength of both sides.

Even though the upper echelons of Capet knew how terrifying the war was, rumors were flying around among the middle and lower classes, and almost no one had a correct understanding of the power of the demons.

At first, some professionals tried to resist, but the demon gods’ offspring who were blocked in the Golden Harvest Plains had almost no rivals after arriving in the Eastern Territory and began to rampage across its territory.

The first to react were the Church in the Eastern Territory. The Holy Light seemed to have a certain restraining effect on the offspring of the demon god and those monsters, but the Church in the Eastern Territory was too weak. Moreover, the demons had already discovered this and began to eliminate the Church's influence in the Eastern Territory without stopping.

Some lords in the Eastern Territory have realized that war has begun. The despicable demons have launched an undeclared war and have begun to organize the professionals in their territories to resist. However, most lords have chosen to surrender directly because, in addition to destruction, the offspring of the demon god have also brought those mud monsters. Under these circumstances, surrendering directly and not turning into a mud monster is the best option.

In the region where the super-level magic was first unleashed, people didn't even have the right to surrender, and it turned into a completely red and black hell.

All of this happened too fast. The influence of the super-level magic was even greater than imagined. Black rain poured down from the sky, and the sounds of birds and beasts could no longer be heard. Only the chaotic words of the mud monster could be heard.

A bard was typing incessantly on the keypad of a communicator in the secret room, while black rainwater seeped in through the walls.

It's not that the secret chamber's waterproofing is poor; rather, the chamber is now completely submerged in black rainwater. Even without rainwater seeping in, the bard is already slowly dying in this underground chamber.

The surrounding magic was very strange; even the connection between souls had completely failed, and the communicator had sent countless messages, but had not received a single response.

This strange downpour also blocked all information.

The bard took out the letter that Lucanus had sent him earlier, squatted down on the chair, and read the letter in the seeping black rain. The development in the North was going very well; they had even built chariots that could move on their own and cannons that could fire from the chariots. If things continued like this, restoring the glory of the old empire would no longer be just a dream.

Watching the black rain seeping in, the bard wrote down everything he had seen and heard that day, put it in a special envelope, tucked it into the interlayer of his communicator, and pulled out a musket from his pocket.

"Long live the Empire! May the glory of mankind endure forever!"

boom!

The secret room fell silent.