The war between the humans and demons had begun over this continent, but the reason the two sides had fought to the death was closely related to one thing.
The demons ate humans.
This was the greatest fear and fury of the Human race, and also the source of their greatest courage.
In truth, no matter the era, the Human race had never been the primary source of food for the Demon race. At the very beginning, the Demon race ate humans as a vestige of the Desolate Era, for the sake of mysterious battles, strengthening oneself, flaunting one's strength, and intimidating one's enemies. But as time passed, this sort of behavior became a habit of the Demon race.
Later on, this sort of terrifying behavior no longer had the same motivating effect on the Demon race as it had at the very beginning, and its intimidating effect on the humans had mostly transformed into hatred and courage. From any angle, this sort of behavior had no benefit to the war between the humans and the Demon race, only negative effects.
The knowledgeable members of the Demon race had realized this very early on. But if one wanted to break this established tradition, one would assuredly encounter many obstacles. Moreover, to the Demon race, famed for their cruelty, any bloody and terrifying matter was their most welcomed mental enjoyment.
Many years ago, that Grand Scholar Tungus, whose name had been passed down through the ages, used twenty years of research to finally determine the pros and cons of this behavior in terms of theology, the origin of customs, physiology, and psychology. In his work, the Grand Scholar had clearly stated that eating humans was of no benefit to the demons' advancement. On the contrary, a certain substance in the human body would infect the gray matter of the demons' brains, ultimately causing the demons who ate too many humans to go crazy and mutilate themselves to death. At the same time, Grand Scholar Tungus had expressed callous disdain for this sort of behavior in terms of theology, concluding that this sort of behavior was blasphemy against the Moon God.
In Xuelao City, Grand Scholar Tungus's research naturally did not receive a single voice of opposition, just like any of his research in the past. And the only other Grand Scholar of that era who had the right to question him, the Pope of the South, had also ultimately maintained his silence.
Perhaps it was precisely because this silence was too different from the intense disputes between the two of them in the past that many private discussions began to circulate. Some demon scholars suspected that there was something wrong with Grand Scholar Tungus's theory, while the scholars of the Li Palace secretly proposed an outrageous possibility: that book on the topic of the Demon race eating humans was highly likely written by Grand Scholar Tungus and the Pope together. At the very least, the Pope had provided a great deal of assistance.
If these suspicions were true, then there was naturally something wrong with this matter, and it was very likely that it was all fabricated. But just as was said before, this was Grand Scholar Tungus's judgment. The Imperial clan and nobles of Xuelao City maintained their silence, and the Pope in the Li Palace also maintained his silence, so who would dare to question them?
Following the dissemination of this book, the practice of cannibalism in the Demon Race gradually weakened until a thousand years ago, when the Demon King, who had dominated the continent, finally took advantage of the situation and issued a ban. From that point on, cannibalism was completely forbidden in the land of demons, especially in Xuelao City. It basically never appeared again.
But the power of tradition was far too frightening, the snowy plains of the demon realm far too vast, and the difference in intelligence and level of civilization between the various levels of the Demon race was far too great. Even mighty existences like Grand Scholar Tungus and the Demon Lord could not make this behavior completely disappear. The inferior demons in the small tribes were still secretly eating human flesh, and they were even proud of it. How many human corpses had disappeared on the battlefield for hundreds of years? Among the dozens of demon generals, how many had not tasted human flesh?
Now, with the death of the Demon Lord and the increasing bitterness of the war between the Demon race and the Human race, the restraining power of this ban was severely weakened.
In this remote area of the snowy plains, cruel scenes like this could be seen everywhere, such as this disorderly mountain.
The demon soldier and the bloodthirsty wolf were constantly tearing at the corpses of the human soldiers.
Blood dripped from the corners of their mouths and fell on the hard and cold ground.
At this sight, someone finally could endure no longer. With a sorrowful howl, he threw away the weapon in his hand and ran to the back of the mountain path. But before he could get very far, a wolf cavalryman guarding the southwest side caught up to him. With a short scream, he was reduced to a pile of mangled flesh on the ground.
On the battlefield, the Human race received this sort of bloody lesson every day.
Only by fighting with their comrades did they have any hope of survival. Any form of betrayal or flight would only lead to death.
Fear and anger had always been twins. When that soldier ran away in panic, the other ten soldiers became incomparably angry.
Fury was the greatest source of courage. The soldiers once more tightly gripped their weapons and roared at the five wolf cavalry.
The captain of this squad from the Mount Song Army was a veteran who had undergone Purification many years ago. He was very experienced in battle, so he was much calmer than his subordinates.
As the screams and furious roars rose up one after another, he was still observing the surrounding terrain, judging the current situation, and thinking of a way to escape.
His gaze fell on the stretcher and he silently apologized. His squad was certain to be completely wiped out, so he would have to use his final two methods. But even if he succeeded, not a single person would be left alive. When the time came, the array master on the stretcher would freeze to death, or even starve to death. It would be a very wretched fate.
Array masters were the most respected and welcomed people on the battlefield. Dying in battle was fine, but they should not meet such a miserable end.
Moreover, this array master was very young.
The minimum requirement to become an array master was Ethereal Opening, so generally speaking, they were rather old.
The array master lying on the stretcher was very dark and thin, his face covered in blood and grime, but one could still tell that he was young from his appearance.
Such a young array master was extremely rare even in the headquarters of the Mount Song Army, let alone an ordinary army like theirs.
Such a young array master was assuredly extremely talented. As long as he could survive, he would assuredly have an infinitely beautiful future ahead of him.
The captain understood that it was precisely because of this that his superior had ordered them to escort this array master away in the midst of such an intense battle.
Regretfully, the wolf cavalry that had been fighting with them at the time had probably also realized this, so they had not hesitated to sacrifice their fighting strength to send several wolf cavalry in pursuit.
Seeing the approaching wolf cavalry, seeing his subordinates filled with the resolve to die, the captain threw away the sword in his hand and took a magical artifact from his waist.
This magical artifact exuded a faint Qi, resonating with some object in his body through his armor and clothes.
The soldiers also seemed to sense something and turned to look at him.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
The soldiers guessed at what he was preparing to do, and their faces paled. A young soldier's eyes reddened, not from anger, but from sorrow.
There was no time to persuade, no time to comfort, the demon wolf cavalry had already charged over, their stench assailing his nostrils.
Furious roars rose from the disorderly mountains.
The human soldiers launched a counterattack against the wolf cavalry. No matter how sharp the teeth of the mutated wolves were, no matter how powerful the spears of the demon soldiers were, they charged!
During this process, not a single person turned to glance at him.
Blood spurted and limbs flew. In an extremely short amount of time, the human soldiers were all dead, while only two of the demon wolf cavalry had suffered light injuries.
The corpses of the soldiers fell under the claws of the wolf cavalry, hung under the spears of the demon soldiers, and bitten in their mouths. The scene was abnormally bloody and terrifying.
Looking at the last human, the devil soldier let out an unpleasant laugh.
He could not understand what they were saying, so he crushed the magical artifact in his hand.
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