Fenbert, the capital of the Misty Mountains and the capital of the San Antonio Amu Mountains, was famous for its spice and gemstone processing industry. Fenbert was located in the middle of the mountains.
Fenbert's history was quite legendary. In the beginning, this place was just a mountain village without any fertile land. The most dangerous thing about this place was the dangerous beasts that roamed the mountains. In the legends, there were also demons living in the misty mountains. These demons were omnipotent, but they ate humans as food.
According to the legends, as long as someone walked into the mountains, they would never return. People often went missing in the mountain cities. The people in the mountains said that they were taken away by demons.
However, more than 700 years ago, there was once a brave young man named Amu who walked into the mountains of his own volition. He fought against the demons and obtained the technology that made his hometown rich — the spice seeds called "Dragon Wormwood", as well as the technology to mine and process gemstones.
Amu used the large amount of wealth he obtained to build Fenbert's trading center, market, and military fortress. Not only did he become the first city lord of this city, he also became a hero that was passed down from generation to generation among his tribesmen. Gradually, even this mountain area was named after Amu.
Since history was so long ago, no one took this legend seriously. After all, demons and such were unreliable to begin with. Nowadays, there were no more cases of people going missing. As for the adventurers who went into the mountains and never returned, there were more reliable explanations and guesses about what happened to them, considering the occasional roars of ferocious beasts echoing in the mountains.
In the current AD era, although the environment here had changed beyond recognition, and even the gemstone mines that the Amu Mountains relied on for their livelihood had been completely mined, the Dragon Wormwood and gemstone processing industry were still important economic pillars for the Amu Mountains.
Every year, countless merchant caravans would pass through the mountains, delivering precious gemstones, raw gemstones, spices, and finished gemstones, especially some magical gemstones that required special craftsmanship. The Amu Mountains had the best gemstone craftsmen in the entire Mortal Plane.
However, back then, the Amu people would never have imagined that a legend would become a reality. The legendary story of their ancestor from 700 years ago had become a burden for their descendants.
"Hello, we are here to collect our debts. Please fulfill the agreement that Amu made with us back then. Please return half of the wealth we obtained because of him to us. No money? Let's use the land to pay for it. "
Ogres did exist, and Hero Amu had signed a contract with them. The treasures and technology he obtained from the demons were not free, and some of the gains were actually owed to the demons. Now that the demons had returned to the human world, they had become his creditors.
Alright, speaking up to this point, perhaps everyone knew the true colors of these demons.
"Giant Demons, so many Giant Demons. There are Forest Giant Demons, Snow Giant Demons, Flame Giant Demons, all of them …"
When those repulsive Great Demons walked out of the Misty Mountains, they even brought with them a contract from many years ago.
Even though it had been well kept, the words on the thin yellow paper that had been there for over a hundred years were already illegible. What truly saved the contract from becoming a useless piece of paper was the Great Demon army that had come with it. In this mountainous region, an army of over 200,000 Great Demons had marched out.
By now, it was likely that anyone could guess what had happened. Back then, the Great Demons had been defeated in the Holy War and fled to the depths of the mountains, which was how the so-called legends of the Great Demons came into being. However, the fact that they hadn't ventured out for so many years, to the point where there weren't even rumors about them, was enough to prove the perseverance of the Great Demons.
According to historical records, these Great Demons were experts in witchcraft and primitive Shamanism. There were records of them using potions and magical gems in many religious and magical rituals. Since they pursued the origin of the soul, their knowledge of herbology far surpassed that of the elves of the same generation. Knowledge was power and wealth. It was quite possible that the Great Demons' unique knowledge would allow a remote mountain city to flourish once again.
As for why they chose Amu to sign such a contract that was obviously impossible to fulfill …
"… As long as he is a brave warrior who has overcome countless dangers to reach the depths of the mountains, he will be able to survive in a battle against our brave warriors. So what if we give him a small gift? Our tribe isn't some barbaric tribe. We respect brave warriors. After so many years, Amu wasn't the only one who signed this' fifty-fifty 'contract. However, he was the only one who truly fulfilled it. Amu is indeed a true brave warrior. "
Nobody knew if Amu was telling the truth or not, but the fact that he was an unfamiliar "neighbor" made many people feel slightly better. After all, Amu was also a hero of the tribe. Being respected by an outsider also made them feel a bit better.
Of course, what really made these "creditors" stay behind was their powerful army. A famous warrior in the mountains had been sliced in half by a Great Demon squad leader, and a militia of less than three thousand had been completely annihilated in just three short hours. Since they couldn't defeat the Great Demons, nor could they resist, they could only believe whatever the Great Demons said.
The Amu Mountains were close to uninhabited mountains, so there were no imaginary enemies at all. The only forces stationed here were the city guards and militia. The former could probably deal with the troublemaking Great Demons, while the latter's imaginary enemies were the wild beasts in the mountains. If they wanted to organize reinforcements, they would probably need to mobilize the domain lords of several other provinces, which would take quite some time.
The Holy Church and Holy Knight, who should have been proactive in dealing with this situation, got themselves into their own trouble. At the very least, it was impossible to count on them for the time being. And so, in just two short days, the Great Demons in the Amu Mountains cut off all contact with human society and became vassals of the Great Demons.
This was no longer the same as it was several hundred years ago, when there was no communication in the mountains. Merchants brought with them a new generation of culture and common sense. The Great Demons didn't have a good reputation. Their natural tendency to feed on other intelligent creatures terrified the Great Demons to the extreme. Even though the Great Demons claimed that they had changed their habit, the skull ornaments and sharp teeth on their necks made people feel uneasy.
However, the Great Demons took their time and used practical actions to change the Great Demons' impression of the Great Demons. They actively distributed food on the streets, sent out beautiful Great Demon women to play with the children, and had veteran hunters and Great Demons talk about their experiences of survival in the mountains.
Of course, when considering the Great Demons' sensitive pride, the Great Demons also praised the Great Demons' unique culture and legendary heroes.
The food called "Bread Fruit" was delicious and instantly became popular in the city. The Great Demons' jewelry smiths, herbalists, and alchemists also received a large number of new recipes and precious ingredients. Promises like "The Future City of Jewels" and "The City of Art ruled by Merchants and Craftsmen" also caused the Great Demons' imaginations to run wild.
It had to be said that the Great Demons did an excellent job. This was far more effective than forcefully invading the Amu Mountains. There was definitely someone capable behind all this planning and strategic support.
As the Great Demons were strangers that the entire mortal plane was "familiar" with, the Great Demons' first appearance would have an important impact on the world. If the Great Demons were like the Great Demons in the stories, then it was likely that everyone would fight them to the bitter end. But if the Great Demons had a slightly gentler image, such as a friendly species that intended to blend into the world, then there would at least be less trouble.
Of course, there were Great Demons among the Great Demons who accused the Great Demons of being fakes. However, the result was that these "smart people" mysteriously disappeared.
Large amounts of daily necessities suddenly "appeared." The Great Demons gave out free food and gold coins, which benefited all the Great Demons. The Great Demons, who were willing to spend money, almost completed their strategic plan. Even the fairies hiding in the shadows had prepared extra papers for the Great Demons.
Yes, almost. The problem wasn't that a certain hero or crusader suddenly appeared. San Antonio had plenty of problems to deal with, and the Great Demons wouldn't be able to deal with the Great Demons for the time being. The problem was the Great Demons themselves.
"Kill them all and bring their heads to the altar."
At a certain point in time, the Great Demon who had been so friendly just last night suddenly transformed into a vicious villain. The Great Demon warriors who had been frowning and smiling earlier now had a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes as they hurled their deadly spears at the Great Demons.
The slaughter started quite suddenly, and ended just as quickly. In less than twelve hours, hundreds of thousands of Great Demons began their slaughter. Of the 170,000 Great Demons in San Antonio, only a few thousand managed to survive or escape. Countless human heads were placed on the altars made from human skeletons. Even now, the Great Demons still couldn't understand why such a thing had happened. Why was it that the Great Demons had been talking nicely just yesterday, but now people were being killed?
The entire city was covered in blood and a foul stench. The bloodthirsty Great Demons hunted like demons. However, the lucky survivors gathered near the city's main gate were fortunate enough to witness what happened next.
All the altars were lit up one by one. Red pillars of light lit up the clouds in the sky. Even though it was daytime, the sun disappeared without a trace. When the night sky and the blood-red moon suddenly appeared in the sky, the blood on all the altars began to boil.
It moved and finally merged into a purplish-red pool of blood.
Under the chanting of the Great Demon Shaman and Great Demon Shaman, the blood pool and the blood-red moon in the sky had an inexplicable connection. As the blood-red light shone down, the blood pool seemed to transform into a living creature. It grew larger and larger, and the blood became thicker and thicker. Finally, it expanded to nearly ten times its original size and swallowed all the remaining survivors.
Those who were left at the end were either the young and strong brave ones or the wise and mature elders. They would become the best sacrifices.
When the first blood-red Goat-Horned Demon walked out of the boiling blood pool, the exhausted Great Demon Shaman Hatley finally heaved a sigh of relief. For the sake of this scene, the Great Demons had destroyed their entire strategic plan. If they had still failed, then even as the leader of the Poison Spear Tribe, he wouldn't have been able to survive.
One by one, the Goat-Horned Demons walked out of the blood pool. They weren't particularly tall. Their triangular goat faces were rather funny, and their hooves were similar to those of the Goat-Horned Demons. However, the upper bodies of the Goat-Horned Demons were completely human.
The leader of the Goat-Horned Demons, Paine, was a giant gray Goat-Horned Demon. The moment he came out, he shook off the blood on his body and casually chewed on the remains of the sacrifices around him. After hurriedly eating his fill, he ran back to the blood pool and pushed away the Great Demon Spellcaster. He stood by the blood pool and tore open his own arm to let out his blood. He kept chanting an incantation to expand the area of the Lower Plane Door.
They were Sickle Goat-Horned Demons. It was said that they were a special type of demonized form of the fallen Goat-Horned Demons and Ox Demons. They were also a race of demons that were skilled at spellcasting. The fact that they were the first batch of vanguards spoke volumes.
With the help of the Goat-Horned Demons, the blood pool grew larger and larger. The Goat-Horned Demons that had used up all of their magic power were directly thrown back into the blood pool by Paine. They howled in pain and turned into a puddle of blood, becoming nutrients for the blood pool. Seeing this scene, the Goat-Horned Demons could only speed up their spellcasting. They even started mutilating their own limbs as sacrifices in order to stabilize the Lower Plane Door as soon as possible.
Finally, when the Goat-Horned Demons hadn't jumped out of the blood pool for more than twenty minutes, a red ghostly claw suddenly reached out from the blood pool. He accidentally touched the city wall and casually grabbed a few Great Demons and Goat-Horned Demons before throwing them back into the blood pool.
While those unlucky Goat-Horned Demons were still howling in pain in midair, the blood pool suddenly retreated rapidly, as if the Teleportation Door was about to collapse. However, Paine revealed a smile that was uglier than crying. As he hurriedly retreated, he raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl, as if he was happy?
"Ahhhh!"
Before the unlucky Goat-Horned Demons that were grabbed by the gigantic hand could land on the ground, the gigantic mouth that had swallowed half of the blood pool swallowed them all in one gulp. Their final screams were made through clenched teeth.
The bloody sacrifices continued. The gigantic mouth that had transformed into an Abyssal Lord had already arrived in the mortal world. Right now, the only thing that had entered this world was the gigantic mouth that was thirty meters wide.
"Blood food, even more blood food! Delicious … delicious … devour … evolve! "
This existence that was at least a Demon Earl seemed to be slightly delirious. He couldn't even speak clearly.
"Purgatory Devourer Bechurus? Why is it him? "
Great Witch Doctor Hatley recognized this evil and venerated existence, but he was silently dragging his feet. His original plan to negotiate with the Demon Lord was immediately canceled. In front of this Demon Lord, it would be good enough if he could stay alive. He didn't want to send himself to his death.
The Purgatory Devourer Bechurus was an extremely senior Demon Lord. Although his individual strength was considered top-notch even amongst Demon Counts, he viewed his appetite as greater than anything else, so he was doubtlessly the worst kind of reinforcement. Perhaps Hatley's Great Demon Army wouldn't even be enough for him to eat.
Meanwhile, Bechurus seemed to be stuck in the Dimensional Door. He kept roaring angrily, and the Goat-Horned Demons were busy running around in an attempt to save their lord.
It was obvious that these sacrifices weren't enough for such a Demon Lord to come to the mortal plane. However, the impatient Bechurus didn't have the habit of waiting. When the Goat-Horned Demon leader Paine spent a large amount of time persuading and explaining things to Bechurus, Bechurus finally shrunk back a little. At the very least, part of the blood pool's dimensional space appeared. However, his eight blood-red eyes that were filled with hunger and desire for slaughter displayed his desire to the fullest.
And so, the demons jumped out of the blood pool again. This time, it wasn't the "weaklings" like the Goat-Horned Demons that came out. Instead, it was the Berserker Demons, Dragontail Demons, Devourer Demons, and other slaughter demons. Some of these demons were tall and powerful, capable of shattering a giant's head with a single punch. Some of these demons had venomous wings and began searching for new prey in the sky.
Although there were general classifications of demons that were skilled at evolution and devouring, each individual's evolution would be extremely strange, and their abilities would be vastly different. It could be said that there wasn't a single demon in the world that was exactly the same. If one had to find an analogy, it would be that the uglier a demon was, the stronger and more vicious it would be. All demons were the most unwelcome guests in the mortal plane. Apart from creating ruins and no man's land, they didn't know how to do anything else.
The Demon Lord waved his whip in midair, but there was no need to do so. That was because the Demon Lord's eyes were filled with hunger and desire for slaughter, which was far more effective than any method of supervising the battle. The demons finished reorganizing themselves at an incredibly high efficiency, and then directly started attacking the mortal plane. They wanted to find sufficient sacrifices for their lord. A new night of slaughter had begun in advance.
"It's finally done."
Harley heaved a sigh of relief as he hid in a corner. Since the Demon Lord had arrived, he and his tribe would naturally retreat. No, it would be more accurate to say that if they didn't hurry up and leave, it was highly likely that they would become snacks for the Demon Lord before them.
Agreements? Plans? Allies? High-level demons wouldn't think so much. Their brains were filled with muscle instincts and reflexes. Satisfying their own desires was the most important thing. As for plans and whatnot, they would simply carry them out when they remembered them, and forget about them if they forgot.
Losses caused by not carrying out the plan and punishment from their superiors? First of all, demons would rarely think about battle situations or strategies. Secondly, the Demon Lords who were able to single-handedly occupy an entire plane in the Bottomless Abyss all felt like they were the second most powerful existence in the world. So-called superiors didn't even exist to begin with. Rather than saying that they were companions working together for the sake of a common goal, it would be more accurate to say that they were bastards who hurriedly rushed over to the mortal plane to enjoy slaughter and flesh.
And it just so happened that this incredibly simple way of thinking gave them the most suitable evolutionary path. Demons would forever grow through slaughter, but in terms of overall combat strength, the demons would have limitless potential as long as the River Styx didn't stop. They were definitely the strongest existences in all dimensions.
As for whether or not eating their allies would cause damage to their plans? Most hungry Demon Lords would think about it after eating their allies, but it would be far too late for the ogres.
"Damn it, I clearly supported the original plan, so why did they send me …"
That's right, the ogres had lost everything in the Holy War and had long since chosen the Chaos Evil Gods and the Chaos Abyss as their new masters. In fact, many ogres who had transformed into Hell had been living in the lower planes for a long period of time. It was no longer possible for them to return to the mortal plane through normal means.
The ogres' original plan was completely different. They should have done everything in their power to obtain the human world's recognition. At the very least, they shouldn't be treated as a major threat. They should then gradually devour the surrounding cities and lands, secretly becoming the demon army's frontlines instead of such a simple and crude method of slaughtering humans.
But sometimes, the plan just couldn't keep up with the changes. In the end, the ogres' sudden change in strategy actually had a lot to do with Roland.
Although there was no timetable for the Holy War, there were still some unspoken rules. Mortal species would have mortal enemies, while the Order Gods would have mortal enemies like the Chaos Evil Gods. Soldiers would fight soldiers, and generals would fight generals. Only when the enemy's general had been eliminated would they begin killing the enemy's soldiers.
This unspoken rule was based on the actual situation and the abilities of both sides. The current Elemental Tide was still far from its peak. Sending powerful combat strength to the mortal plane would be costly, and it wouldn't be worth it, especially since the demons would be at a great disadvantage. That was why it should be time for the representative to be the frontlines.
But now, this unspoken rule and tacit agreement had been broken by the Order Faction's Main God of Holy Light. Not only had he sent his Main God incarnation, he had also sent a large number of low-level and mid-level angels and Follower Gods to the mortal plane. This had doubtlessly broken the balance of power, speeding up the Holy War's progress. And so, in response, the Chaos Abyss had also sent its own vicious beasts and demon armies. The end result was that due to the butterfly effect, high-level combat strength like the demons and angels had arrived far earlier than expected.
Fortunately, the relatively low-level Elemental Tide was still restricting the demons. Only half a Demon Earl and half a demon army would come as a sacrifice to the mortal plane. Even though the demons had arrived in the mortal plane, it would still be quite difficult for them to increase their combat strength and obtain even more victories. After all, there would definitely be a problem with replenishing their troops.
If the Holy Church organized an expeditionary army at this time, it was likely that they would be able to swiftly eliminate this problem. But when considering the Holy Church's current desperate situation, it was better not to think too highly of it.
And while the butterfly effect made the mortal plane's troubles worse and worse, the mortal plane's calamity was getting closer and closer. But right now, Roland was doing something as evil as summoning demons. He was summoning devils!
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