The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1022 - 313: The So-Called Work of a Demon King Is to Give Humans a Fright

These country bumpkins of the Gana Continent are really making a fuss over nothing. Back in the well-armed Imperial homeland, a group of conscripted militia could wipe out these demons.

Captain Kaidesen was well aware of this. After all, he grew up in the Imperial homeland, but a shipwreck caused him to unexpectedly become the governor here.

Swallowing nervously, he said.

"But this is Withered Wood Port..."

"Don't worry, brother. If you're worried, just look at those warships on the sea. With those big guys, no matter how many come, they'll just lose their heads," the engineer patted him on the shoulder, smiling as he spoke, "Alright, General Hamoldon will handle this little issue, let's continue discussing the construction..."

Kaidesen looked at him skeptically, but ultimately said nothing, settling down to continue listening to his ramblings.

After all, the dock is right here. If by any chance Hell's demons really attacked, he could be on the ship with these Imperial soldiers immediately.

Meanwhile, Ticky in the fortress camp also received the news and was so shocked he nearly overturned the table.

"Demons?! Here?! They've attacked?!"

He thought to himself, he hadn't offended Lord Demon King, had he?!

What was going on?!

Seeing Ticky's incredulous expression, the sentry who came to deliver the message bowed his head, sweating profusely, and reported quickly.

"Yes, yes! I saw it with my own eyes! I saw them setting off from the foot of the Sun Step Mountain Range, heading straight for Withered Wood Port, numbering in the hundreds!"

Ticky looked to Lumier for help, who only signaled with his eyes not to panic, everything was according to Lord Demon King's plan.

Sitting at the table, General Hamoldon suddenly laughed heartily, downed his rum in one go, and hit the cup down on the table with a bold clatter.

"Baron, just a few hundred demons, no need to panic! I thought Hell had sent a vast horde, but it's just this much and they dare come out from underground!"

With that, he pushed himself up from the table with both hands, took the coat draped over the chair, skillfully put it on his shoulders, and smiled confidently.

"This number isn't even enough to fill the gaps in my soldiers' teeth... Save some of the food on the table for me, we'll continue drinking when I get back!"

Withered Wood Port doesn't have much in terms of entertainment, but the food is surprisingly good. He's been coming to Ticky's place for meals so much that his belly's almost bloated from drink!

Seeing General Hamoldon eagerly take on this trouble, Ticky quickly followed him down the stairs, respectfully standing up to salute him.

"Then I entrust the safety of Withered Wood Port to you, General."

As he watched General Hamoldon's figure walk away, Ticky hurriedly looked at Lumier, who was pretending to be a servant nearby.

"What exactly is going on? The Demon King... what is he planning?"

Lumier glanced at him and said calmly.

"Hell recently sent a new Demon King over."

Ticky was slightly taken aback and immediately responded.

"That guy wants to replace the Demon King?"

Lumier shook his head.

"Not at all, that guy is a puppet of Lord Demon King... In fact, he's personally arranged by our lord."

Ticky was completely at a loss, staring blankly at Lumier for a long while before finally blurting out a question.

"Then what is he here for?"

"His purpose is to increase our and the Gutaf United Kingdom's value in attracting others."

Seeing Ticky deep in thought, Lumier paused and continued.

"A group of loyal Imperial citizens have no value in terms of attraction to the Empire, no matter how submissive we appear to be. But on the contrary, if Hell shows interest in us, our 'unyielding' stance becomes meaningful."

"The Gutaf United Kingdom is the same. Before Hell extended its reach here, all evaluations from the Empire regarding those Lizardmen were based on a colonial standpoint. Now, they have added the label 'strategic alliance target.' They may not propose an alliance, but they will at least cautiously consider the risk of pushing this giant over to Hell."

"I see..." Ticky looked at Lumier in awe, "Was this what that lord intended from the beginning?"

Lumier placed his right hand over his heart, speaking with utmost devotion.

"That lord didn't tell me, but from my understanding of him, when he lays down the first chess piece, he's already seen the next dozen moves."

He didn't tell Ticky everything he had deduced.

It's not just the Empire.

Hell is the same.

Although Lumier hadn't fully grasped the entire layout of Lord Demon King's game, he could roughly surmise that the lord's use of the Demon King Territory and Cabinet at Withered Wood Port likely followed a similar logic.

A piece of territory isolated overseas held no value for Hell, but if the Empire laid a finger on it, it became different.

"As for the rest, you needn't know. You just need to remain loyally in your role."

"And this is for your own good."

...

The sunset was blood-red, casting a crimson glow over the forest.

Accompanied by the tight drumbeats, five hundred Imperial soldiers formed into five neat rows, their boots crushing the grass with a strong and rhythmic march.

At the forefront of the ranks, General Hamoldon rode his pure-blooded highland warhorse, his sharp eyes fixed on the dense jungle ahead.