The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

At this time, Antipa was still communicating with the Avars through special channels. From the current perspective, the governor only wanted to drive the demons out of the eastern border to make room for his future plans. Therefore, the main force was focused on eliminating the demons within the Iron Ring. Although there was some monitoring of those demons who wanted to go to sea and return to the Eternal Frozen Land, the efforts were not significant.

This is also to prevent the demons from resorting to desperate measures, using the powerful weapon they hold in their hands.

Of course, the demon race is very weak in research, and those human nobles are also not very useful. They cannot understand what this so-called Demon God's Remains is. Even though the Avars said they were willing to help the demon race take over the research, the demon race and the Avars are still in a state of mutual suspicion.

So to some extent, Antipa didn't know how terrifying the weapon in his hands was; he only knew that the governor had left the demons a way out, which could be considered a tacit understanding.

No one expected the progress in the North to be so fast. The iron ring was completed and it already had the ability to break into the black mist, while most of the demons were locked up in the East.

Upon learning that the Lars Knights had entered the Black Mist, Antipa immediately sent the remaining demons onto the Avar ships anchored in the near sea.

Fortunately, the Northern Territory doesn't have much naval power yet, otherwise the demons would truly have no chance of escape.

Within the black mist, the enormous offspring of the demon god dragged their heavy bodies, organizing a charge. This black mist seemed to have become a shackle for these offspring of the demon god, and all the demons and offspring of the demon god wanted to break through this black mist.

Escape was one thing, fighting was another. The charge launched by these demon god offspring was not only to buy time for the demon race's sea retreat, but also an attempt, an attempt to test the overall strength of the Northern Territory.

On the iron ring train, Laurie was leading the First Army at breakneck speed toward the intelligence target.

"Notify the railway department to change tracks at the next station. A large number of demonic offspring have appeared on the northern border. Have all carriages of the train begin loading ammunition and prepare for firing!"

The steel trains sped along the iron rings, with cannons constantly protruding from the windows. These trains were armed to the extreme, equipped with some of the most advanced artillery. It is no exaggeration to say that these trains on the iron rings were true mobile fortresses.

After giving the order, Laurie said to everyone in the commander's cabin, "Everyone, stay alert! Hammond and the guys from the Third Army have all gone in to earn merits. We can't go in, so these guys who rushed out are our only way to earn merits!"

Once the enormous demonic offspring could be seen in the distance from the train, Laurie roared, "Fire!"

The moving train began to slow down, the cannons began to roar incessantly, holy water bombs suppressed the fire, and magical cannons cleared away the debris.

At the very end of the train, troop carriers kept getting off the train and heading towards the Demon God's offspring after leaving the tracks.

The direction in which the demon gods' offspring break out will also see many demons scattering and fleeing. The main purpose of these troop transport assault vehicles is to clear out those fleeing demons and help the train on the iron ring to crush those demon gods' offspring.

Looking at the mountain of demonic offspring, almost none of the soldiers felt the same fear as before. After all, even the villagers of a remote border village were no longer afraid, let alone the soldiers who trained every day to fight against these monsters.

Looking at those twisted monsters, the soldiers felt not fear, but even a sense of excitement, their faces showing greed. Some troop transport vehicles even rushed across the designated artillery fire zone, only retreating to a safe area after being warned by a makeshift communication device.

After all, most of the soldiers in the First Army Group were from civilian backgrounds with no family heritage. But as long as they made meritorious contributions, their family lineage would begin with them. Once their lives were settled, nothing was more tempting than that.

Let alone commoners with no family heritage or history, even nobles who joined the army could hardly resist the temptation of having their family tree dedicate a separate page. Defending these twisted monsters, the real military achievements were far superior to the boastful and fabricated experiences of their ancestors. This was an unparalleled honor for those nobles, especially those who were forcibly separated from their families under Linde's policies.

As long as you can earn military merits, you never know who will be your master.

On another train, Lind was observing the battlefield situation through binoculars.

Linde originally wanted to use the communicator to tell Laurie not to let the soldiers rush too far forward and to just fight within the range of firepower. But after thinking about it, he decided not to do any micromanagement or make any claims about his advantages. He simply helped to organize the intelligence messages sent from various places and arranged for each legion to carry out defense and encirclement.

When the grey-robed man beside Linde saw the enormous monsters bursting out of the black mist, he felt a force twisting his mind and stirring up his inner fear, accompanied by the sounds emanating from the monsters' gigantic mouths.

If it weren't for the gray-robed man's unwavering resolve, he might have truly been affected.

Even setting aside this psychological attack, the sheer size of those monsters was terrifying enough.

Grey Robe was so glad he had listened to the governor's advice and hadn't brought Princess Rosalind along.

Were the northern regions of Cape always fighting monsters like these? How could they have suppressed such monsters in that black mist, preventing them from escaping?

It was only then that the gray-robed man realized that the adventurers and soldiers in the tavern were not exaggerating when they described the so-called offspring of the demon god, but were telling the truth.

That's even a bit of an understatement, because it's something that no existing human adjectives can describe.

Especially when they saw those monsters able to use magic continuously, just like the roaring cannons on the train on the iron ring.

The gray-robed man couldn't help but wonder what would happen if such monsters were placed on the continent of Soren. He estimated that one or two monsters could destroy a small to medium-sized country, not to mention those tiny countries that could establish a nation simply by occupying a village.

Even in Castile, the Grey Robe wasn't confident he could stop the onslaught of those mountain-like monsters on the battlefield; most people went mad just from seeing them.

Even the nobles of Castile, who despise super-level magic the most, would probably consider using it when facing these monsters.

But what Grey Robe couldn't understand the most was the expressions on the soldiers' faces on the battlefield that he saw through magic.

Excitement, elation, fervor.

Would these soldiers be afraid? Of course they would be. After all, it's only natural to be afraid when facing a monster the size of a mountain. But these soldiers were different from the conscripted soldiers of Castile. Along with fear and tension, they also had a burning desire for glory, an expression rarely seen in the soldiers of Castile.

After all, if they won, it was because the noble lord commanded well; if they lost, it was because the soldiers under them performed poorly. This was the norm in the Castilian War.

But the soldiers on the battlefield seemed to be telling those monsters why humanity has been able to stand on the earth for thousands of years.

Young soldiers yearn to make a name for themselves, and young generals aspire to be remembered in history.

"The soldiers keeping watch on the coast have sent back a message."

The grey-robed figure's consciousness only returned after the Northern Governor spoke to him.

"Although we have been doing our best to defend, those demons are going out to sea directly from the coastline affected by the black mist. Perhaps those demons are going back to the eternal tundra, but according to intelligence, it is more likely that they are following Avar's route to the continent of Soron. They have dragons escorting them, so we dare not make any rash moves."

Upon hearing this information, the gray-robed man felt a pang of anxiety.

"Do you mean that such monsters might also appear on the continent of Soren?"

"probably not."

Even if Antipa didn't know the secret of the Demon God's remains, he wouldn't easily hand over the bargaining chips he held to the Avars, and the Avars wouldn't be foolish enough to use the Demon God's flesh and blood on the continent of Sauron to create trouble for themselves.

"But the power of the demons is not limited to those monsters. If the demons and the Avars join forces, your homeland may be in trouble."