68: Invasion

Successfully elected as the commander of this invasion war, Cain was highly motivated.

This was not only glory but also a step towards the peak of power in the Abyss.

"Attack!"

As the majestic command fell, the Blood Bat army, like a ignited sea of blood, swarmed out from the shadows.

They skillfully swept over the heads of the Devil Race, accurately landing on the shoulders of each target, their sharp claws tightly gripping their shoulders.

In this war, each Devil Race was paired with a Blood Bat.

It was both an aid and a surveillance.

Urged by the sharp screeching of the Blood Bats, the Devil Race also quickened their movements.

Those who wore armor wore armor, and those who grabbed weapons grabbed weapons.

Many of the Devil Race had been soldiers in their previous lives, so they were more accustomed to using weapons.

However, after transforming, their bodies would become much larger, and human weapons were too small, not as effective as sharp claws.

Under the constant urging of the Blood Bats, the Devil Race finally completed their preparations.

Since this war was against the entire continent, it was necessary to form groups.

Cain divided them into teams based on their strength, selecting centurions and captains.

As for higher-level commanders, there was no need; he, as the commander, could handle it.

The Blood Bats followed the Devil Race and did not require separate command.

And the Worm Army was good at swarming, and did not require very precise command.

Only the intelligent Devil Race were the biggest variable, and he would never give these variables a chance to unite.

Thinking of this, Cain glanced at the Blood Bat army flying in the sky.

When he broke through to the fourth-order extraordinary, he gained a skill called "First Embrace".

He could use his own blood to create his own kind.

This skill was not useful for Blood Bats because they were already of the same kind.

And it was not very meaningful for the Devil Race; the Devil Race's own Abyssal mutated blood directly ignored the erosion of Blood Clan blood.

So he hoped that this war could promote more third-order Blood Bats. At that time, even if they couldn't feed on the Devil Race, they could still be transformed into Blood Clan by relying on the countless humans on the Otherworld continent.

Of course, the Blood Clan transformed by feeding on ordinary humans might be relatively weak. At that time, he could at worst give them a First Embrace to strengthen them back.

Only with proper Blood Clan subordinates could he truly develop his power.

Next time, he could directly arrange for his own kind to serve as commanders of each team, without worrying about the Devil Race getting out of control.

This war was his most glorious stage. He hoped that through this war, the Lord of the Abyss would affirm his abilities.

Future wars would all be under his responsibility, and the armies of all races would be at his disposal, becoming the first marshal under the Lord of the Abyss.

He was naturally very envious of the powerful and highly potential Devil Race.

If he could completely subdue the Devil Race during this war, the road ahead would be much wider.

Gathering his thoughts and looking at the Devil Race army that had successfully formed ranks under the command of the centurions, Cain felt a surge of ambition.

A true man should be like this!

With a loud horn blast, the Devil Race army, under the command of the centurions, stepped into the teleportation gate with neat strides.

Cain gently stroked the scales of the Desert Dragon beside him. This giant beast, comparable in size to a fortress, flicked its tail in dissatisfaction, but still followed.

At this time, Kain City was a ruin after a night of burning, with a strong smell of charcoal lingering among the broken walls and rubble.

The Demon Dragon's massive body lay across the center of the ruins, occasionally letting out earth-shaking snores.

Killing and setting fires was also very tiring!

Countless Worms surrounded the entire city, making it impenetrable. Any life that attempted to escape was instantly devoured.

Originally, the strongest in Kain City were only at the second-order elite level, and they were powerless to resist the biting of the Worm Army.

And the two Sky Knights also became snacks for the Demon Dragon, swallowed into its belly.

Kain City had now turned into a dead zone, with no one escaping this disaster.

A magnificent teleportation gate unfolded outside the city, and teams of the Devil Race walked out, followed by countless bloody bats forming patches of bloody black clouds flying out.

The other two teleportation gates also opened with a whoosh, and Apollo and Beelzebub led their teams out.

Cain respectfully saluted the two, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Although his strength and power were above these two, Cain knew clearly that as a newcomer, his position in the heart of the Lord of the Abyss was currently inferior to the two before him.

These two evolved from the Abyss's "destined" race, the Abyssal Worm.

Compared to ordinary Little Devils, their strength was greater, and their growth speed was faster.

Don't look at how he was one level higher than them now; who knows what would happen after this war.

Understanding this, Cain had no burden in bowing his head to the two.

Apollo was very pleased with Cain's respectful salute and smiled and nodded in response.

Beelzebub, however, paid no attention and continued to writhe forward on his own.

Cain was not angry at Beelzebub's disregard. He didn't expect this terrifying giant beast, dozens of meters long, to return his salute.

He then personally flew into Kain City to salute the Demon Dragon and informed the Demon Dragon of his identity as the army commander, hoping the Demon Dragon could hold the line for the army.

The Demon Dragon, whose rest was disturbed, naturally didn't give him a good look. It suddenly opened its scarlet vertical pupils, and the scorching breath it sprayed out almost blew him away.

It also scoffed at Cain's identity as commander. It didn't care about any commander; in its eyes, there was only Ye Chen.

Without Ye Chen's command, nothing anyone else said would work.

But the Demon Dragon did not directly refuse. Instead, it told the army to set off on their own, and it would follow when it had slept enough.

Cain was helpless and could only leave first. With his command, the army immediately set off mightily, their target - the Roman Empire's capital.

At the same time, on the official road between the Roman Empire's capital and Kain City, a fully armed knight order was galloping forward.

It was the ace knight order dispatched by the Roman Empire, entirely composed of Great Knights.

At the forefront of this knight order were ten Earth Knights wearing bright silver armor.

Due to the urgency of the situation, the two Sky Knights had set off first, leaving them to march by horsepower.

At this time, they did not know that the two fastest Sky Knight adults had already turned into a steaming pile of dragon dung, indistinguishable from each other.

As the army continued to gallop, they got closer and closer to Kain City.

If nothing unexpected happened, they would arrive tomorrow.

Suddenly, a scout galloped up on horseback, shouting with a pale face:

"Sir! There is urgent military intelligence ahead!"

"Just now, the scout reported that the Divine Eagle discovered a large number of evil creatures thirty miles away. From their formation, they seem to possess considerable intelligence."

Several Earth Knights immediately turned pale upon hearing this.

They knew about this mission, which was mainly to cooperate with several surrendered monsters to clear out the remaining monsters.

And now that this group of monsters had appeared outside Kain City, the two Sky Knights were probably...

Thinking of this, they all focused their gaze on a bearded man in the center of the team.

This bearded knight was the strongest among them and the temporary commander of the knight order.

The bearded man was also in a difficult position at this time, the veins on his hand gripping the reins bulging.

Since these monsters could appear here, and the two lords had disappeared, they had probably met with misfortune.

Although they were numerous, they were probably not a match for the endless monsters.

But... should they retreat?

The bearded man was a little hesitant.

As the strongest knight order of the Roman Empire, if they retreated, no one else would be able to stop this group of monsters.

Then the Kingdom of Sarri would inevitably be in deep distress, and the civilians here would surely be plunged into misery...

Thinking of this, the bearded man made a decision.

Retreat!

Must retreat!

Retreat immediately!

What does the misery of the Kingdom of Sarri have to do with me? I didn't cause it. Let their gods protect them.

As the strongest army of the Roman Empire, they naturally had to go back to guard the capital. If they lost their lives here, who would protect their own country?