The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1572 - 448: God and the Divine Chosen Ones_4

This kind of frenzied demand has led to an extreme situation.

The food in Griffin Cliff Castle is so plentiful that it's more than they can eat, even allowing the greedy rats to have a feast.

Meanwhile, in a nearby village, a group of emaciated children, reduced to skin and bones, are cutting the flesh off dead bodies, like peeling bark from a tree, sawing with small palm-sized knives.

Initially, each of them was terrified, even sobbing softly, but soon they lacked even the strength to cry, or perhaps they had become accustomed to it, leaving only numb expressions.

Sometimes the undead would stand up.

That was their greatest threat, but to many, it was also a kind of release.

Gunter's fist clenched tightly, his expressionless eyes suppressing a fire of anger, wishing he could drag the already buried Ah Ka from the ground and kill him again with his great sword.

Letting him die like that, it was too easy for him!

However, when he thought of that stubborn soul sinking into the eternal unreleased state in Nest City, his unshakeable rage reconciled with the one who had died.

At least—

Save those who are still alive.

"...Divine Son above."

Carian, mounted on horseback, looked mournful, whispering a prayer before dismounting.

She walked to the children and tore the bread in her arms into several pieces, distributing it to them.

"...Eat mine."

The children looked up blankly at the sister squatting beside them, momentarily stunned.

Not knowing what to say, they just took the bread with shivering hands and bit into it, their eyes instantly moistening, sobbing while devouring it ravenously...

Brennan, on horseback, said nothing, just gripped the battle axe in his hand, his face gloomy as he gazed at the distant fortress and the green flags gradually gathering attention.

From their chaotic actions, it was clear they were panicking, seemingly not expecting the 'harmless neighbor' to appear here.

According to the prisoners, Ah Ka had set off without alerting anyone.

He had led the elite troops to attack Sparrow Wood Territory under the orders of Quartermaster Selas.

Clearly, he didn't take us seriously, not realizing that the Sword Saint was also in Sparrow Wood Territory, living in Wheat Field Village just a few dozen kilometers from the castle.

Though in a panic, the Green Forest Army wasn't weak and had still managed to assemble a ten-thousand-strong formation.

Clearly, they had not yet realized the severity of the situation, even attempting to block the invading enemy outside the castle.

"...It seems the dogs of Chaos haven't planned to surrender," Gunter said calmly, "Leave the strongest one to me."

He didn't want his sword stained with too much human blood; he had been warned that it would cause his soul to lose itself in another kind of chaos.

Although he wouldn't hesitate when it was time to act.

Brennan didn't say much, just nodded, then raised his hand and thrust it forward forcefully.

"Kill—!"

"Kill!!!" Just as his words fell, an even louder roar resounded through the heavens.

Upon hearing the order, the ancestors of Wheat Field Village who accompanied the army charged first.

The charging "Holy Spirits" wielded an array of weapons, their creaking and crunching sounds successfully drawing the first round of long-range fire from the Green Forest Army, with thick arrows and bullets passing through their rib gaps, only a few unlucky ones falling to the ground.

Seeing this skeleton army, the commanders of the Green Forest Army were dumbfounded.

They had never imagined that the ones proclaiming salvation would stoop so low as to bring the undead to the battlefield.

Weren't they claiming belief in Saint Sis?

Isn't this Saint Sis's actual name Bayele?!

But a battlefield is not a place for such considerations, especially since they themselves are not entirely clean either; Plague Tooth Assassins from the Rot Clan had long been active on the front lines of the Green Forest Army!

Two dark green figures dashed forward, heading straight for Carian, who stood beside several children.

Sensing intuitively, those two Ratmen thought that this human creature was the weakest! As long as they killed her, they could deal a heavy blow to the morale of this army!

However, what they could think of, wouldn't their enemies be aware of too?

Just as they were about to succeed, a wall-like Holy Light stood firm in front of them!

A mere twenty meters felt as distant as a Vast Ocean!

Rayden stepped forward, holding a Holy Shield, looking at the Ratman assassins exposed in dread under the Holy Light, his right hand turning the longsword into a flourish, pointing directly at the quivering whiskers and nose tip.

"Rats—"

"Look over here!"

The whistling rain of arrows once again showered onto the ancestors of Wheat Field Village, with each skeleton frame carrying at least five or six arrows.

Upon hearing the shouts coming from the front line, the Green Forest Army's archers and firearms soldiers finally realized they were facing a natural enemy.

Yet, after all, they were not the Campbell people who had long fought with the Demon King; if they had been the Campbell archers, they would have immediately switched to fire arrows or blunt arrows.

The opportunity on the battlefield fades swiftly, and as the archers missed the windows for two rounds of volleys, they were about to withdraw to the rear ranks.

But the Salvation Army did not spare these guys.

Arriving even before the ancestors of Wheat Field Village were the "Grenade Riders" personally ordered to be trained by the Demon King!

These citizen cavalry wielding Dwarf Hand Cannons were brimming with morale!

Their eyes burned with fury, watching those with green turbans as if looking at a pack of man-eating beasts, eager to tear them limb from limb.