157: Facing the Demon King's Army
“As for the second mission, eliminating the hero,” Rotten Tree Demon King regarded it with extreme importance.
As the saying goes, despise strategically, but value tactically!
Although Rotten Tree Demon King superficially disdained the hero, in reality, Rotten Tree Demon King did not send his demon generals and monsters to attack the hero in separate groups when he assaulted the royal capital, precisely because he did not want the hero to have any chance to develop.
Breaking through the royal capital meant killing the hero's potential companions and all the hero units, Glorious Knight units, and others who could learn and develop.
This would cut off the hero's opportunity to grow stronger.
Thus, the strategy of trapping the hero in a pit and killing him could be completed.
And in fact, Rotten Tree Demon King executed it very well.
The royal capital was breached.
Other monsters that had occupied cities were also gathering.
Currently, the hero has only completed two months of missions in Mordoland's second city.
How much opportunity to develop could a hero, confined to the area designated by him, the Demon King, possibly have?
He's probably still a D-rank hero, so killing him would be effortless!
Rotten Tree Demon King's ugly face, which resembled withered tree bark in his human form, split into an unpleasant demonic laugh.
“What did you say? Rotten Tree Demon can endlessly demonize Mud Fiends?
As long as there's mud, Rotten Tree Demon King's Mud Fiends army is endless?!!!” You sounded as if you had heard some monumental news and were shocked.
The surviving, crippled heroes, along with a knight and five adventurers, saw that even the hero, the one they had placed so much hope in, seemed to fear Rotten Tree Demon King's power.
For a moment, the faint glimmer of hope that had just risen was about to be swallowed by despair again.
“Good, very good! This Demon King deserves to keep his little life!” You were very excited.
But the few survivors, the heroes, knights, and adventurers who had witnessed the Demon King and his army, all thought this hero was crazy.
What did he mean, this Demon King kept his little life?
For them to keep their own lives was probably a sign of extraordinary luck!
Didn't they see that out of the vast royal capital, only a few of them had escaped?
You did not explain to these native units.
All future events would bear witness.
Of course, provided they could live to see the future.
You remembered that the Mordoland continent had many muddy, boggy areas.
And according to the judgment of the Indestructible Body of Slaughter.
Every Mud Fiend could provide you with a stacking effect of Slaughter Value!
You hadn't had any Slaughter stacks for a long time.
With nearly two months without any Slaughter income, you, already in a state of thirst, heard such good news.
You instantly became much happier.
When not influenced by unstable emotions, you couldn't just go on a rampage against anything you disliked.
Now the Demon King was cooperatively assembling his army.
He even personally delivered himself to your doorstep; this was truly a buy-one-get-one-free deal.
In just one month, you had already mastered the Art of Weapons from the City of Dawn.
What about two months?
Your scepter was already thirsting for battle!
Without the heros sword.
You still found the scepter obtained from the temple more convenient and easy to use.
Of course, you weren't just holding one scepter.
A greatsword hung at your waist, and on one side of the greatsword were two close-combat weapons resembling knuckle dusters.
You also carried a battle-axe on your back; no other superfluous weapons were brought.
Unfortunately, those mages didn't have skills like weapon summoning, so they couldn't fully utilize your advantages.
You even asked if there were any treasures like spatial rings.
They even said that those were the ultimate treasures of Archmages.
They were important national artifacts.
You were speechless.
This continent was indeed trash.
A C-rank Demon King, as expected, couldn't drop high-level equipment.
Fortunately, for you, this Demon King had another use!
Three days later, the Demon King's army arrived at the city gates.
As before, he surrounded the City of Dawn, which had undergone two months of construction and preliminary recovery.
Rotten Tree Demon King sat on his exclusive Demon King's throne.
Two demon generals stood at his sides.
They were the elites among the Human-Head Demon Tree and Mud Fiends.
The Human-Head Tree Demon General and the Mud Fiend Demon General!
Rotten Tree Demon King's monster army was composed of these two races.
Among them, the Human-Head Demon Tree was the precursor race to the future Rotten Tree Demon race.
And the Mud Fiends were the matching demonized blessings awakened by the Demon King.
The Human-Head Demon Tree belonged to the direct lineage, while the Mud Fiends were the cannon fodder main force.
However, the combat power gap between the two demon generals was not significant.
They were at the peak of D-rank, not yet C-rank.
If an ordinary novice hero encountered these two demon generals, there was a high possibility they wouldn't even be able to defeat them.
They would be finished before even meeting the Demon King.
The City of Dawn, once full of hope, once again welcomed despair, and this emotion was continuously spreading.
Although many citizens regarded you as a great hero.
Although you had previously saved the former City of Dawn.
However, upon seeing the vast, oppressive army of monsters stretching as far as the eye could see, they still couldn't have confidence in you.
And you, the focus of all eyes, imbued with the last glimmer of hope in despair, at this moment, upon seeing so many monsters approaching, felt your heart pound and hands tremble with excitement.
Your tyrannical and frenzied Slaughter Heart uncontrollably erupted.
Before the few powerful heroes, who were willing to fight to the last breath, could even discuss countermeasures with you.
You leaped from the city wall of the City of Dawn.
Under their dumbfounded expressions, like a hungry wolf seeing food, you grasped your scepter in one hand and pressed the greatsword at your waist with the other.
You quickly plunged into the monster army; even if they wanted to provide support, it was already too late.
Just as they, despite being bewildered by your inexplicable actions, were still expressing their silent condolences.
Before their expressions could even register, a commotion erupted within the monster army...