Zoey stood on the railing of the bridge, looking down at the noisy crowd on the deck. The Roland was not large, and it had to be forced to accommodate nearly a thousand people. As a result, every empty seat was occupied, leaving no space for them to sit down.
Moreover, it was the first time for most of the refugees to go to sea, and the bumpy sea conditions soon made them feel uncomfortable. Dizziness and vomiting were everywhere, and the dense crowd aggravated the reaction. Even those who were physically fit could not stand it for a long time when they were vomited all over their faces.
She could not help but feel lucky that the God's Punishment Body could not smell.
"Mortals are so fragile..." Carol's voice suddenly came from behind. "I can't believe we used to do this."
"Indeed." Zoey nodded sympathetically.
She naturally knew what Carol was referring to.
When the captain received the request for help, he immediately went to find them. Since the main task of the "Roland" was to determine the general location of the God's Stone mine, Zoey had the final say in all the operations. At that time, the ship carried the magic core of the underground civilization, so they should try their best to avoid any accidents. Moreover, the huge core skeleton almost occupied the entire rear deck, and even if they went there, they would not be able to transport many people. Faced with such a request, she should have flatly refused.
In the era of the Union, the magic core was extremely limited, and it could not be replicated, so it was not comparable to the magic core of mortals at all. Not to mention the refugees, even if she had to choose between a town and the core instrument, she would not hesitate at all. But now, she was hesitant.
After discussing with her companions for a while, Zoey made a decision that even she herself found unbelievable.
She unloaded the magic core in another port town, entrusted the local First Army to guard it, and returned to the Northernmost Port with the "Roland". She even told the garrison that if the ship did not return on time, they must send the instrument back to Neverwinter.
"But it doesn't feel bad," Carol shrugged with a smile. Carol shrugged with a smile. "To be honest, I feel rather conflicted when I think that you might reject me."
"I hope they can live up to His Majesty's expectations," Zoey deliberately said with a cold face.
What gradually changed the minds of his companions? Many scenes appeared in her mind: the First Army fighting against the demons in the ruins of the Holy City, the nurses taking care of her in the hospital, the ordinary people in the Dream World who were no different from witches, and Roland Wimbledon …
"Yeah, we didn't take such a huge risk to return to the red mist area in vain." Carol patted her on the shoulder and turned to walk toward the bridge. "In any case, this mission has been successfully completed. I really want to go back to Neverwinter as soon as possible. Whenever I think of the Sichuan-style hotpot in the Dream World, I'm drooling … "
"Gulp."
Zoey could not help but gulp. Fortunately, Carol had already closed the door to the tunnel, so she did not hear this soft sound.
She cast aside her distracting thoughts and looked at the Red Mist in the distance.
More than 400 years ago, the Battle of Divine Will, which had brought endless nightmares to the Union, was finally coming again. Although it was much earlier than expected and the strength of the demons had undergone tremendous changes, she was calmer than she had expected.
This time, they were no longer fighting alone.
*****
Hackzord was floating above a city that had just been occupied.
There was no billowing smoke, nor was there a bloody battlefield. Most of the buildings were in good condition, and it did not look like a place that had just experienced a dangerous siege.
The resistance of the humans was negligible, even worse than 400 years ago. If not for its trust in Ösrook, it would have thought that the ones occupying the southwest of this continent were not humans, but the Sky-sea Realm.
In just a short week, the demon army had expanded the battlefront to a distance of hundreds of miles, and established outposts in places that were not yet covered by the Life Floaters. This process could not be completed so quickly without the help of the humans. According to the reports from his subordinates, the demons had only slightly threatened the lords and nobles, such as chopping off a few hundred people's heads, but the other side was already scared out of their wits and began to transport resources to the demon army.
This situation was exactly the same as the first Battle of Divine Will.
It seemed that the news of the first city it conquered, the Snow Reflection Castle, and setting it on fire had already spread. The other side undoubtedly understood the consequences of going against the demon army.
With the expansion of the offensive, Hackzord gradually obtained a lot of information from the humans. It did not understand why the demon army, which had already united as a whole during the Union's era, had now become a pile of loose sand. A mere corner of the continent had actually been divided into four kingdoms, and their orders were not interlinked. The Union that had once ruled over the human army had also disappeared.
What had they spent their time on in the past 400 years?
It did not seem to be the case for a kingdom that lacked power. After all, even its most valued genius general had fallen in the hands of the humans.
Did the other side not understand the power of unity?
But regardless, Hackzord's heart that had been hanging in suspense was finally at ease.
Although there were many accidents in the Western Front offensive, it was still successfully carried out according to plan. The Birth Tower had now been successfully activated, and it had not let down the king's trust.
At least, compared to Blood, who only had a loud voice, and Mask, whose words could not be trusted, it had at least fulfilled its promise.
After passing through a series of Distortion Doors, Hackzord returned to the collapse of the Cracked Ridge Mountains.
As a stronghold to annex the last piece of the puzzle in the Land of Dawn, it had already decided to name this city "Sky". Just like its own title, this city would definitely be remembered by the demon army.
Almost at the same time, the adjutant also sent reports of the advancement in other directions.
The Sky Lord quickly read through the reports submitted by the various divisions, and a detail caught his attention. There was a large number of refugees fleeing everywhere in the Kingdom of Everwinter. If that was all, it would not be surprising. After all, most of the refugees would die on the way even if they were left alone.
And this kind of fleeing seemed to be organized and premeditated. They were all heading south towards the Kingdom of Wolfheart, and they were advancing on land and water simultaneously. Not only did the troops that wanted to stop them fail to stop them, but they were also fiercely counterattacked. Their behavior was very similar to that of the enemies that Ösrook had mentioned.
Even though a few troops led by Ascendants had achieved victory, they still lacked the manpower to completely stop them. This was also the disadvantage of choosing to erect the Birth Tower on a high mountain. Without the assistance of the Distortion Door, the Primal Demons and Junior Demons would not be able to rely on their own strength to trek into the human territory.
He could not help but frown. "Where's the Nightmare Lord?"
"The Nightmare Lord is still immersed in the Floating Pool and has not shown any signs of waking up."
Damn it, it's almost been more than ten days. Did this guy go too deep and get swallowed by the Realm of Mind?
Hackzord summoned a Distortion Door and stepped into the lowest level of the rift valley.
Valkries maintained her initial silent posture as she sat cross-legged in the shimmering water. Her expression was natural, without any signs of struggle when she was being devoured. Other than the fact that she had been connected for a long time, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
This meant that it was still conscious and was swimming in the sea of consciousness.
If the other party was a Blood Conqueror, the Sky Lord would have long slapped him. Forcibly leaving the Realm of Mind would damage his memory, which was not important to the former. But for the Nightmare Lord, he did not dare to be so rash.
Of all times to be immersed in it, it just had to be now!
The humans' retreat was too deliberate, which made him feel that something was wrong. However, he could not explain this to the King. After all, there were already two Grand Lords on the Western Front, and it was unlikely that they would send another Grand Lord to chase after those lowly mortals. If he were to say this to the Holy See, he would be ridiculed. However, in reality, he had already done his best to send troops, while the other Grand Lord only acted according to his own thoughts and was of no help to the situation. It was equivalent to the Western Front not having a single usable Grand Lord, which greatly weakened the long-distance pursuit of the troops.
If the Nightmare Lord could help him eliminate those escapees, he would not be in such an awkward situation.
After glaring at the Nightmare Lord for a while, Hackzord had no choice but to leave the Red Mist Pond.
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