The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1524 - 437: Major Victory at Rapids Pass! (Part 2)

The clamor wasn't just from flintlock guns on the front lines, but also the artillery from the rear!

One by one, smoothbore cannons and mortars roared in unison from the plains behind, their whistling shells like meteors, tearing bloody corridors through the middle of the Green Forest Army!

Although the Green Forest Army's artillery deployed in the hilly area quickly fired back, they soon encountered counter-fire from the Campbell mortar troops!

In just a few rounds of concentrated fire, the sound of the Green Forest Army's artillery was silenced, and their positions turned to ash.

Finnian's proud jungle guerrilla tactics had become nothing more than a sad joke in the face of trained soldiers and absolute firepower superiority.

This can no longer be called a war—

It was a complete massacre!

Tens of thousands of Green Turbans were routed on the battlefield they excelled at by well-trained Campbell soldiers.

Everyone was like a drowning person in a mountain flood, fleeing in a smoky maze with no visible exit.

The hills and plains were filled with people who had tossed away their turbans in their flight. Some not only discarded their weapons but even lost their straw sandals.

Just like when they had gathered fervently, tying those turbans on their heads...

"These worthless scum!"

Watching the fleeing soldiers scattered throughout the forest, Finnian's face was full of anger and terror, his fist clenched, nails digging deep into his flesh.

The development of events had far exceeded his expectations.

Originally, he planned to use his familiarity with the terrain to deal a head-on blow to the Duchy Army, but he didn't expect the disparity in tactics and strategy between both sides to be so vast!

The high-morale Campbell soldiers advanced into the depths of the forest like an unstoppable torrent, progressing under the cover of well-organized artillery.

Faced with such absolute firepower, individual combat power below the Fine Steel Level completely lost its effectiveness, while Extraordinary Power above the silver level clearly favored the Campbell Knights with their profound foundation.

Even if the power granted by Chaos was more destructive on a tangible level, the knights blessed by the Priest, with their coordinated cooperation, could break them down one by one.

Finnian's subordinates had only just begun to grasp this power, just as they had only just received the weapons granted by Chaos.

And warfare is not like rolling dice while drinking, where whoever has the higher number wins.

Moreover, except for the Divine, no one can see all the dice.

For now, he could only wait and avoid the front...

Finnian stopped hesitating, leading his trusted aides to break through north, confronting both Campbell people and fleeing soldiers without turbans.

Regardless of who they were, anyone who dared to block his way was shot dead by his bow and his aides' short crossbows!

Just as it seemed they might escape, a group of cavalry in shining armor struck at his flank.

Seeing those gleaming riding spears and the grand Campbell military flag, the visage of panic was unmistakable on the faces of the trusted aides surrounding Finnian.

Theresa pointed her riding spear at the bandit leader standing in the ranks, shouting harshly.

"It's over, jungle scoundrel Finnian, traitor to the Monarch, murderer without measure! Surrender now!"

Ultimately, it was the Knight Masters who were more articulate, and the string of titles nearly left Finnian unable to react to who was being spoken of.

"I am called the Shadow of the Jungle! I can't bear so many hats!"

He laughed lightly, hand resting on his bow, looking at the knight on horseback, and responded unreservedly.

"As for being a traitor to the Monarch? I thank you for the compliment!"

Pulling on the reins, Theresa's mouth curved into a cold smile, her holy blessing spell making her appear like a god descended from heaven.

This was true for the knights behind her as well.

"...I think your brain is filled with the filth of Chaos, unable to distinguish between praise and scorn."

This attack was so weak that Finnian didn't feel a trace of anger, perhaps even a little amused.

"Chaos? I think you are the ones who have sold your souls to Chaos! Just like those nobles hiding in castles! Where were you when we starved? The oath not to let your subjects die of cold and hunger, where is it? You always remember only the parts that favor you!"

Theresa looked at him indifferently, speaking coldly.

"And what about your subjects? In your boiling pot? Or hanging from racks making jerky? I think you lot don't look like you haven't eaten enough. You've eaten better than the garrison in the castle."

The proper way to enhance one's soul level is by practicing the teachings of Saint Sis, using the truth in hand to establish legend, earning people's reverence, and receiving miracles granted by the Divine.

Besides this way, there are shortcuts too.

For instance, by killing many people, or by conducting rituals to please the evil spirits within Chaos.

She didn't know what this guy had done, but it was obviously not through good deeds moving the God, raising his cultivation.

Even if he moved anyone, it would likely be the divine entity within Chaos.

Facing the Knight Master's accusation, Finnian laughed heartily.

"Don't impose your filth on me! I'm not a King, and where would I have subjects!"

Theresa's mouth curled into a cold smile.

"Becoming the de facto king but not assuming the position of a ruler is it? What a clever trick—I should commend you, shedding all remaining obligations cleanly."

Seeing through her bluff to buy time, Finnian grew tired of the exchange, pulling back the bowstring clasped in his hand.

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