The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Grey Robe got up very early today because it was a very important day.

Rosalind had been waiting for a long time, and she boarded the carriage with the gray-robed man to go to the outskirts of the capital.

Although the people of Castile have been frantically learning about Capet these days, the Grey Robe has not forgotten his most important task, and this is also a good opportunity to observe the country's war strength.

After arriving outside the city, the man in the grey robe ascended the high platform, squinting as he gazed at the rows of soldiers standing as straight as blades.

He had never seen an army like this before. Unlike the loose and disorganized Castilian army, there was no loud clamor. Instead, they were a neat and orderly formation, as if they were one.

Their marching steps were like giant hammers striking the earth, each step carrying an undeniable air of authority. This was not mere showmanship; it was a demonstration of the army's discipline.

The man in the gray robe unconsciously took a half step back, his fingers gripping the railing tightly beside him.

Even without their artillery, which is superior to that of the entire Solon continent, such an army could probably crush all nations, including the Avars.

If Grey Robe had sensed what the future meant when he first arrived in the capital, he now realized that the army the people of this country spoke of was completely different from the army Grey Robe understood.

He suddenly realized that this army did not simply carry military force, but rather an order and belief that he had never understood before—a belief that had never appeared in his country.

This was not a crowd, but a torrent of steel, suffocating him.

The innocent Rosalyn's eyes lit up; this scene perfectly fulfilled the little princess's fantasies about the army.

"Grand Master, if this army comes to our aid, will we be able to drive the Avars away?"

The grey-robed man, unusually, did not give a direct reply to the little princess.

Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult. Although this proverb doesn't exist in this world, the gray-robed man still understands this simple truth.

However, under Rosalind's envious gaze, the gray-robed man still nodded.

In any case, this army at least looks far more civilized than the Avar army.

"Lars has been fighting the demons for far too long."

Linde's voice echoed across the empty land.

At this moment, the First Army Group did not stop. According to the predetermined location, they quickly boarded the train that had been prepared in advance.

“But now, fighting against these filthy and despicable races is no longer simply the task of the Lars family.”

The knights of Lars assembled and began boarding the troop carriers prepared for them.

“That is our land, the land of humankind! Every rice paddy, every hill, every river on that land was built with our blood and sweat. But today, when you look up, that land is covered with a nauseating black fog!”

"Where is our dignity left on that trampled land? Those demons have taken root like a malignant tumor. They worship twisted evil gods, use dangerous magic, and threaten our people!"

"Now, it's time to end all of this."

"The demons have never belonged to this land. This land belongs to us, to our descendants! From this day forward, they will either return to the eternal frozen earth or become part of history, crushed by our treads! We want to tell them—the limits of our tolerance have been reached! Today, our land will only have our banners flying high!"

Lind was met with the roar of an engine starting up.

The Iron Ring Project has been launched. The entire train track has been completed along the border of the Eastern Black Mist. The Lars Knights, connected by the sacred Kara, will venture deep into the Black Mist and drive out the demons without leaving a single one alive.

The iron ring built along the black mist will become a black iron ring to seal off the demon race, completely annihilating the remaining forces of the demon race.

The premise of this plan is that the Lars Knights who have ventured deep into the Black Mist can easily defeat the demons and drive them out of the Black Mist; otherwise, it is all just empty talk.

However, the current Lars Knights do indeed have that strength.

No matter which direction the demons escape from, the railway can block them.

Although this plan sounds incredibly disrespectful to the demons, essentially placing them in a position where they are absolutely incapable of defeating the Lars Knights, on the contrary, carrying out this complete expulsion plan is the greatest respect one can show to the demons.

The Eastern Territory is vast, and the black mist spreads over a wide area. Furthermore, the Eastern Territory is connected to the Northern Territory and the central region of the royal capital, essentially making it the backyard of the area currently controlled by Linde.

Even though the demons are now completely unable to fight against the Northern army, who would feel comfortable leaving a time bomb in their own backyard?

Moreover, although the offspring of the demon god have almost never won since their appearance, ordinary armies really can't handle these things. If Linde really thinks that the demons will obediently stay in the black mist and not come out, then who knows, when the front line is at war with Anjou and Avar and the dragons, these anthropomorphic things will jump out and cause Linde a big disaster.

The Eastern Territory is simply too vast. Linde finds it difficult to predict from which direction the demons will launch their attack from within the black mist of the Eastern Territory, nor can he maintain a heavy garrison there indefinitely.

Therefore, for Linde, even though the Eastern Territory occupied by the Black Mist was quite useless, he still had to take it. Even if he couldn't completely eliminate the demons' fighting force, he had to drive them back to the Eternal Frozen Land and make them behave themselves while holding the corpses of the Outer God. At least keeping an eye on the Eternal Frozen Land was much easier than keeping an eye on the entire Eastern Territory.

The plan wasn't classified, since Sean's intention to build roads on a large scale was too obvious. Antipa was somewhat aware of this, which is why he started preparing for the journey ahead of time.

However, the demons did not expect that humans would actually find a way to penetrate deep into the black mist so quickly.

After learning about the plan, the gray-robed man had become somewhat numb.

Building such a long railway line, and adding several more trains, would require materials that Castile might not even be able to provide. Even knowing how to build the most basic cement roads, Castile probably wouldn't be able to lay them that long, let alone construct those exaggerated steel behemoths.

Such a massive project could only be accomplished by a strong decision-making body.

This gave the Grey Robe some new ideas about Castile's political system.

This governor of the North in Capet has proven that at least two-thirds of the nobles are unnecessary, and there seem to be far too many nobles in Castile.