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Chapter 519: Massacre
“Boom!”
“Hahahaha! Pain, faster! Never felt Boom like this before!”
“Battle, so satisfying!”
In the rear-line Artillery Position, Ogre Bighead—the commanding general of the First Artillery Corps—laughed wildly into the sky, his jiggling belly trembling with every breath.
“Boom! Boom!”
On the frontline, the Artillery units were in full swing, hundreds of Heavy Cannons firing nonstop, pouring shells into the surging tide of Demons, shaking the ground beneath their feet.
This war saw over a dozen such Artillery Armies deployed, each assigned a designated Boom zone to ensure maximum Fire coverage and devastating effect.
Daitou, with practiced ease, loaded several shells weighing over a hundred kilograms into the specially designed Heavy Cannons. With a thunderous roar, they were launched into the air.
He raised his telescope toward the distant wasteland. A mushroom cloud erupted skyward. Over a hundred timid Demons and Kwase Demons were instantly consumed by the explosion.
“Those Demons are born targets!” Ogre bellowed to his fellow Artillerymen. “Where are the experimental subjects from the Technology Department? Bring them here! I’ve been itching to test these things—perfect chance to see how they perform on real Demons!”
“Boom!”
Another shell detonated high above the Demon army. This time, a cloud of white smoke billowed out.
But as soon as the smoke touched the exposed skin of the timid Demons, their flesh ignited instantly. Their decaying flesh melted down to bone.
“Ah—!”
“Wooaaarrrgh!”
Hundreds of Demons writhed in agony, rolling across the ground, screaming, until they were reduced to ash.
White Phosphorus Shell.
A weapon so cruel it had been publicly condemned by domestic scholars. Yet, used against Demons, it was nothing short of perfect.
“Boom!”
Another shell exploded midair, releasing not only shrapnel but also blinding bolts of lightning that shot out like spines. In an instant, every Demon within a hundred meters was knocked flat.
—This was the latest breakthrough from the Imperial Technology Department: an Elemental Shell capable of channeling specific elemental energies, unleashing terrifying power.
Then came Engraved Ammunition inscribed with colored runes. In the heart of the Demon tide, they detonated—fire, luminous bursts, force fields, lightning, frost—each element unleashed in turn, devastating waves of Demons.
And for the flying ones? The Empire’s methods were even more merciless. Customized shells exploded in midair, unleashing thousands of shrapnel fragments that instantly brought down hundreds of airborne Demons.
“Boom!”
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The explosions raged on. Under the relentless barrage, the Demon army’s advance slowed dramatically.
In the sky, shell trajectories crisscrossed like a deadly web, blanketing the entire plain.
The Artillery fire formed an invisible Wall of Blood and Fire—crushing, annihilating any Demon foolish enough to attempt a forced breach.
Smoke soaked the earth. The wasteland trembled. In the most intense fire zones, massive craters scarred the ground, and even hills had been carved into flat plains.
But the Demons were too many. Even this torrential barrage couldn’t halt their advance.
“Forward!”
“Their attacks mean nothing! Move! You want to be completely destroyed by Lord Jelrazaks?”
Leo roared through the storm of explosions, riding atop an Abyssal Drake, his whip crackling in the air with every motion.
Compared to the endless rebirth in the Blood Pool, this was true, irreversible death—far more terrifying.
And the timid Demons feared the stronger, more powerful Demons above them—this fear surpassed even the fear of death itself.
Under his intimidation, the timid Demons charged forward through the hail of artillery fire, stepping over the bodies of their fallen kin, marching toward oblivion.
Another thunderous roar. Explosions engulfed the area where the Demons stood. Hundreds, even thousands, were instantly turned to charcoal, vanishing from the Prime Material Plane.
“Too slow… too slow. Lord Jelrazaks won’t be pleased.”
Leo watched the endless tide of dying Demons—falling like grass under the Artillery’s scythe—and gritted his teeth.
In truth, he was well adapted to the Abyss’s brutal hierarchy. Everything there was about rigid class division. These timid Demons were no better than peasants in the Northern Regions—lowly, disposable, meant to be sacrificed without thought.
But they were slow-witted, sluggish in action, utterly inefficient in battle. All they had was the human wave tactic to overwhelm enemies.
“Filthy scum,” Leo sneered, watching wave after wave of Demons fall, like grass mowed down.
He knew—he had to change the situation now. Otherwise, revenge would be impossible.
“Frenzied Warrior Demon Army, charge!”
He raised his flaming longsword and bellowed orders to the hulking, toad-like Demons.
These creatures had armored, scale-covered skin, slick with moisture, exuding a foul stench. As the infantry of the Bottomless Abyss, they were strong and resilient, yet dull-witted—easily deceived by more powerful Demons, and willing to die for them without hesitation.
“Roar—!”
“Crush the humans!”
The Frenzied Warrior Demon chieftain raised his massive fists, charging at the front, followed by dozens of his brethren, advancing into the hellfire of Imperial Artillery.
“Boom!”
“Boom! Boom!”
Shells fell around them, but inflicted little damage. Their advance remained steady.
Their thick, armored hides offered decent protection. They possessed a certain resistance to fire and shrapnel—only a direct hit could wound them seriously.
And their desires were simple: the thrill of devouring living beings, the joy of crushing beauty in their fists.
“Hahahaha! Their attacks are weak! Charge with me!”
The chieftain laughed arrogantly, dodging falling shells, weaving through the barrage, charging toward the Imperial lines.
“Devour these scum of the Prime Material Plane! Destroy their Empire!”
Crack.
Just as the chieftain gloated, a sharp, crisp sound echoed beneath his feet—and the sensation of stepping on something hard.
He paused, frowned, glanced down, scratched his head, then resumed his charge.
But in that instant—
“Boom!”
A searing flame erupted from below. A massive mushroom cloud exploded across the battlefield. In such proximity, even the Frenzied Warrior Demon was torn apart.
“Damn you, worm!”
“You, spawn of timid Demons! Treacherous humans!”
The chieftain’s thick legs were reduced to blackened charcoal. He writhed in agony, clutching his ruined limbs, still screaming curses at the Imperial wall.
Crack.
Another sharp sound.
The Demon’s body twisted in disbelief. The object beneath its torso pulsed with a red glow.
“Boom!”
Another mushroom cloud rose. This time, the Demon’s body was blasted open—its core torn apart. It didn’t survive.
And the same fate befell dozens of Frenzied Warriors who had broken through the Artillery blockade, and over a thousand timid Demons.
This was the second gift the Imperial Military Department had prepared for the Demons arriving from the Bottomless Abyss—a minefield.
In a stretch of land one thousand kilometers long and two kilometers wide, ahead of the frontline, the Empire had buried nearly all of its accumulated stockpile of landmines—over three hundred thousand in total.
Some were magically enhanced, capable of killing mid-tier Demons at close range.
(End of Chapter)
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