The Senior Lord's words were not empty words, it was not something humans could achieve.
Marwayne could not imagine how the people of Graycastle would deal with such a miracle. Apart from looking up, the only thing they could do was pray.
The demons would definitely win the war.
He no longer had any doubts.
The disappointment and fear from before were swept away and replaced with an indescribable excitement. Since the demons could win the war, the rewards promised to him would no longer be an illusory matter. The contrast was incomparable to a drowning person being rescued, it was a direct return to the peak!
As for the Knight who escaped, they would probably regret it for the rest of their lives. No, that's not right, they would not have the qualifications to live to the end of their lives. Once I become the Queen of Everwinter, I will definitely teach the traitors a lesson!
Marwayne knelt down excitedly and lowered his head to Hackzord. "Yes, we have."
The other nobles did the same.
"This is my race's Deity of Gods, and also the most direct way to display 'power.'" Sky Lord placed his hands behind his back and said, "I did not bring all of you here to dispel your doubts, I have a mission for all of you to complete."
"Please instruct us!" everyone immediately replied.
"The Deity of Gods still needs some time to reach the Impassable Mountain Range, but the territories that you are in charge of are showing signs of losing control. Every fugitive can turn into an enemy of the race, I do not wish for the situation to worsen." He swept his gaze across everyone. "From today onwards, all of you are to gather manpower and move everyone in the city here. At the same time, I will carve out a region in the Deity of Gods for all of you to reside in until the end of the Battle of Divine Will. "
"You … wish for those lowly people to ascend the miracle?" Narnos asked in surprise.
"Whose fault do you think it is?" Hackzord glanced at him coldly.
The latter immediately shut his mouth.
"The news of the Knight's escape will spread to the lower ranks in no time, and when that happens, the order in Everwinter will completely collapse. Rather than letting them be used by Graycastle, why not control them before the snowball gets bigger? If there are any objections, use swords and blades to shut them up. This shouldn't be a difficult task for all of you. "
"Of, of course." Marwayne was the first to respond. "I'll do it right away."
The other nobles also agreed one after another.
"Don't worry, your territory will not be abandoned because of this, because the war will not last that long." Hackzord seemed to see through their worries. "In addition, following the Deity of Gods into action means that you are participating in the war. This will greatly increase the weight of your contributions. When the time comes, the human kingdoms will definitely not ignore this point, do you understand what I mean?"
The nobles were instantly overjoyed. The failure of the sneak attack on the Graycastle team had undoubtedly not satisfied the Senior Demon Lord. Now that they had a chance to make up for their mistake, and perhaps even take it a step further, everyone's spirits were roused.
"Yes, yes! We will definitely do our best! "
Hackzord opened a new portal. "It's good that you understand. I only have two requests. The faster the time transfer, the better, and you must not reveal the existence of the Deity of Gods. Then, let's move at once. "
…
After sending the Everwinter nobles away, he returned to the depths of the Great Rift Valley.
Hackzord was under a lot of pressure to allow the 'low-energy worms' in the eyes of the majority of his people to come into contact with the Deity of Gods. At the very least, the Senior Demon Lords were not united, and Mask even felt that it was a form of blasphemy. But he still forcefully carried it out with his identity as the 'Western Front Commander.'
Sky Lord gradually understood that there was nothing special about the Graycastle warriors. They might have been farmers or hunters in the past, but after a few months of training, they would join the army as new soldiers. The firearms in their hands were enough to kill a well-trained Primal Demon.
In other words, the efficiency of the other party's conversion of soldiers far exceeded the past experience of his race. Even the Symbiotic Demons that Mask was so proud of were unable to achieve such an astonishing conversion speed. That was why Graycastle was frantically plundering people from Everwinter and Kingdom of Wolfheart. It was not a burden, nor was it a long-term plan, but a genuine short-term benefit!
Once the order maintained by the nobles crumbled, they would be handing over a large number of warriors to the enemy. This was something that Hackzord absolutely did not wish to happen.
At the same time, these people were not inferior to the Inferior Demons in terms of work. It would be a pity to kill them all, so it was better to migrate them to the Deity of Gods and serve the race. Under such circumstances, this decision could be said to be the most reasonable choice.
Of course, it was not something that he could care about if the other members of his race acknowledged it.
What God's creation, what holy place, none of it was more important than victory. He had already staked everything on the Western Front. Not only did he make an oath with the King, he had even applied for the Deity of Gods. The criticism and accusations were nothing more than a new debt.
Compared to the pressure from the upper echelons, the problem that gave Hackzord a bigger headache came from Sky City.
He slowly walked down the stone steps to the bottom of the Birth Tower. In the Red Mist Pond that was as dense as liquid, there was an additional black figure. He sat cross-legged in front of the Nightmare Lord, holding onto her palm without moving, like a stone statue.
"You still haven't given up?" Hackzord frowned in dissatisfaction. "If I could find traces of her through the Realm of Mind, I would have done so a long time ago."
He did not know what kind of bad luck he had encountered, or why every one of his comrades was so unreliable.
This person was Silent Disaster, who had come to reinforce the Western Front.
Just like its name, it wore a set of airtight armor most of the time and rarely showed its true face. It basically didn't open its mouth either, so no one knew what was going on in its head. But he was different from Mask and the other senior lords. His individual strength was outstanding among the senior lords, so Sky Lord could not be too harsh on him.
If it were anyone else, Sky Lord would have already started cursing.
After all, it was not easy for reinforcements to arrive. But the moment they arrived at Sky City, they did not ask about the battle situation or understand the enemy's situation. Instead, they ran straight to the Red Mist Pond and accompanied the Nightmare Lord's body.
Everyone knew that once one got lost in the Realm of Mind, it was impossible to return to the starting point. In the vast sea, there were ocean currents and the sun and stars to guide them, but in the Realm of Mind, there was nothing. It was always chaotic, and the torrents at the bottom were like storms. It was extremely difficult to maintain oneself, not to mention the constant erosion of other consciousnesses.
The Nightmare Lord had been lost for several months. Even if it could be found, it would definitely not be the "it" from before.
"It must have found some clues to take such a risk," Silent Disaster replied. Silent Disaster gave a rare reply. "Anything related to Valkries, I must personally verify it."
Clearly, Silent Disaster did not trust him. Hackzord rubbed his forehead helplessly. Although the Nightmare Lord was a very special existence to other senior lords, it was even more special to some people — Silent Disaster was one of them. If he remembered correctly, the Nightmare Lord's ascension ceremony was presided over by the Nightmare Lord.
"Are you done verifying it now?"
"More or less, but my conclusion is different from yours," Silent Disaster said concisely. "I believe that the Nightmare Lord is not completely lost, but is trapped somewhere in the Realm of Mind."
"Reason?"
"Intuition."
Heh, intuition. Hackzord cursed inwardly. If there was anything more unreliable than Mask's promise, it would probably be Silent Disaster's intuition. "Will this conclusion be of any help to the outcome? You can't find any traces of the Nightmare Lord, nor can you wake it up. In the end, nothing can be changed. Instead of spending time here, why not think about how to deal with the humans. "
"That male." Silent Disaster glanced at him.
"What?"
"I will help you destroy the humans. That is my purpose here." She suddenly stood up from the Red Mist Pond, a dangerous red light flashing under her helmet. "But the male that appeared in the Inheritance Hall must be handed over to me. I believe that the Nightmare Lord's whereabouts must be related to him. "
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