The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1590 452: Another Sacrifice_4

The stones thrown by the Ratmen, powered by their stone throwing ropes, clearly lack the might of the arrows shot by the Demon Crossbowmen, naturally unable to penetrate that dazzling light curtain!

As the Campbell Citizen Cavalry arrived, the scales, originally tipping towards the Ratmen's side, once again leaned towards the Dwarves.

Seeing their allies being held up, the Green Forest Army, which had previously retreated through tunnels to the forest, had to turn around and, under the commander's order, bravely charged into the smoke-filled battlefield.

The soldiers of Campbell had already completed their loading and were waiting for them along their advance route.

Not only the Campbell soldiers but also those "short-legged" ones who couldn't make it to the artillery positions stopped their support under the Dwarf officer's command, turning their direction to aim flamethrowers and heavy crossbows at the "Chaos Apostles" rushing out of the forest.

In principle, due to ancient treaties, the Dwarves of the High Mountain Kingdom would not strike the Human Clan on their territory.

But it was clear that those guys before them who sold their souls to the Chaos didn't count as humans anymore!

"Fire!"

The Dwarf Centurion leading the flamethrowers shouted loudly, pulling the trigger first.

His shoulders, steady as a mountain, swayed backward, then a long thick dragon of fire spewed from the muzzle in his hand, splashing towards the Green Forest Army vanguard fifty meters away!

"Ahhh!!!"

Drenched with the scorching fire oil, the "Green Turbans" at the forefront let out a scream, instantly turning into living torches.

Seeing the gruesome scene of the frontline soldiers, the Green Forest Army soldiers rushing behind turned pale with fear, but urged by their leader, had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward.

"Don't fear those Dwarves! They can't spray for long! Dash forward and smash them to pieces! Cut off their heads as offerings to the great True God!"

A Chiliarch roared, waving the long knife in his hand, no longer concealing anything.

Everyone felt that the grand sacrifice was at its final stage; soon they'd receive blessings from the Void and stand as victors on a new stage.

What needed doing now wasn't hiding themselves, but at all costs, proving their devotion to their Divine!

"For Urgos! For our Kelan!"

"Kill!!!"

Thunderous cries resounded on the battlefield, a mighty charge against the Dwarves carrying flamethrowers.

Their judgement was correct, the Dwarven flamethrowers indeed lacked oil, with a round of spray nearly exhausting their supply.

This wasn't meant for use on plains; its true power was in tunnels.

It can instantly deplete cave oxygen, suffocating the Ratmen. Dwarves, relying on their impressive holding breath capability, could push through to areas with oxygen.

However, the charging Green Turbans, while aware of the Dwarves' limited oil, forgot that it wasn't just Dwarves here, but Campbell people long awaiting.

The grenadiers in the front row acted first, hurling jugs filled with black gunpowder into the Green Forest Army ranks.

At the same time, as the thunderous explosions sounded, the Campbell soldiers with firearms pulled the triggers, a row of guns spewing fiery tongues, shooting down dazed rebels.

The volley of gunfire rang consecutively, the high-spirited Campbell soldiers marched orderly under the beating drum through the acrid smoke.

Though the slaughter continued, victory seemed just a matter of time...

Near the distant artillery positions, Erin held the reins, halting the warhorse, gazing at the distant smoke with a slight furrow on her brow.

Noticing her worried expression, Theresa rode her horse beside her, respectfully asking.

"What's the matter, my lady?"

"Something doesn't feel right." Erin pondered briefly, speaking seriously, "Previously, that Rolandar always avoided direct confrontation with us, why suddenly today he's being so generous?"

Theresa: "Maybe he's tired of hiding and dodging games?"

Erin shook her head.

"Theresa, I don't want to think our enemy is that foolish, especially since he's caused us so much trouble before... Clearly, he's a cunning old rat."

Simply put, she couldn't see any benefit to his actions.

While Erin contemplated, the previously clear sky suddenly became gloomy.

A cloud of unknown origin covered everyone's heads, accompanied by an overwhelming pressure.

Erin's heart sank sharply, casting a stunned gaze towards the forest ahead.

That aura...

Such familiarity!

Years ago, her father, in the decisive battle against the Thunder County's Demon King, temporarily broke through the Purple Crystal Level barrier with the Light of Praise's power and successfully slew Reggie Dragon, becoming a legend named Aaron Campbell!

Yet now, that aura wafting from the front felt even beyond her father's!

And unlike her father...

It was a chilling force, as if from the Abyss deeper than Hell, existing only to devour all living beings!

Is it Rolandar?

Erin's eyes filled with disbelief.

She distinctly recalled, during the last encounter, that guy was just Diamond Level!

How within less than a month, had an aura appeared on him that only a Purple Crystal-level Strong Person would possess?!

Certainly, that guy must have just broken through, unfamiliar with controlling this power, or he could hide his aura better, preventing immediate exposure.

Yet, another possibility couldn't be ruled out—

He hadn't intended to hide it.

A voice, cadence rising and falling, suddenly sounded from the dense, deep forest, like a minstrel's opening chorus...

"Friends from Campbell Duchy, I'm delighted you care so much for your poor neighbor, but if only you came a bit earlier..."

"If so, perhaps I could've invited you for a cup!"

"Instead of mincing you into stuffing, throwing into the pot."