This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 646, Section 645: Deployment
[At that time, the Demon King and his minions had surrounded the capital, Radiant City, which is now the Twilight Fortress of the Empire.]
[That clueless princess actually thought of pacifying the war by marrying the Demon King? Hilarious!]
Norris, leaning against Jida, nodded thoughtfully and said with some sympathy, "This princess is indeed too naive. The Demon King is about to win the entire war, how could he possibly stop? However, as a member of the royal family whose power has been usurped by those wicked nobles, she probably can't find any other way to save the country."

No, no, that's not what I meant.
"That is?"

[You forgot? The Demon King is a slime-like being, almost like a mole. How could he possibly arrange a marriage?]
[Hehehe, I'll let the boss go, just like you...]
Pfft—

The marshal stretched out his tentacles and gently snatched the yellow book from Norris's hands.

This guy has been having too easy a time lately; he's even gained weight.

For Xiao Huang's health, Lin Jun needs to help it lose weight.

Ignoring his predecessor's numerous cries for help before being sealed off, Norris wisely looked away and gazed at the sky, as obedient as a newly landed puppy.

The marshal came over not simply because the "bad talk radar" had been activated, but because he had something important to discuss.

The marshal, sitting on the moving throne, reached out with his tentacles from behind and pushed Ming out.

“He has just passed my test, it’s time to let him see the real battlefield. You two team up and go together.”

Ming was clearly quite excited: "Senior, please take care of me!"

“Ah…oh!” Norris paused for a moment, then responded and scratched his scales.

He had a pretty good impression of Ming. They had worked together at the Tide Sanctuary before. Although the kid was sometimes reckless and made people nervous, that was probably related to his invulnerable physique. No matter how fiercely he charged, he wouldn't die.

After the marshal left with a thud, Norris asked curiously, "What did the boss mean by 'test'?"

Ming answered truthfully: "The boss personally controlled a puppet to fight me and told me to hold out for ten minutes."

Norris nodded, then turned and found Louisa in the fungal network to discuss which close-combat team they should be assigned to.

Ming waited obediently to the side.

He didn't tell Norris that the lizardman hall-level puppet controlled by the boss couldn't last ten minutes.

It wasn't that Ming already possessed Hall of Fame-level strength, but rather that the boss seemed very unaccustomed to human combat. In addition, the puppet itself was in an abnormal state, constantly struggling and resisting, which allowed Ming to seize the opportunity and forcefully turn that ten-minute objective into a completely different outcome.

……

Although the boss assigned them a mission to the battlefield and then abandoned them, Louisa still took good care of the two of them.

She chose an area with low combat intensity, first sending out two waves of Puji to deplete the enemy's energy, and then mixed Ming and Norris into the next wave of attack.

The atmosphere on the Junbao side was relatively relaxed during this battle; the main focus was on delaying the enemy and training them.

Duke Eugene of the Empire complained that the progress was too slow. Despite sending reinforcements, they only made a little progress before starting to stagnate again.

Eugene even suspected that General Leonard might have held back because of his tribal origins.

Meanwhile, Leonard, who was actually commanding from the front lines, was beginning to question his own existence.

How many puppies have they killed?

Tens of thousands? Or more than one hundred thousand?

No matter how many you kill, the number of enemy soldiers won't decrease either.

Do these little puddles just pop out when they're in the sun?

Moreover, Leonard was puzzled as to why, with so many poops, they didn't just rush up together and overwhelm them from the start.
His forces, including reinforcements and the demonic beings, number less than ten thousand at most.

If those hundreds of thousands of Puji really swarmed in, even if each one was mediocre in combat, their disgusting self-destruct ability alone would be enough to tear his lines apart.

They only send out two or three waves a day, each wave carrying several thousand enemies, like they're lining up to die, allowing him to calmly defeat them one by one.

Could it be that these northern tribes still lack unified command and are fighting their own battles?

Leonard was reluctant to think of his opponent as stupid, but he couldn't find a more reasonable explanation.

The only relatively convenient aspect of fighting these Puji is food. Dead Puji, as long as they aren't poisonous, can be cooked and eaten directly, greatly reducing logistical pressure—as long as you can ignore their occasional "ooh ooh ooh" cries.

However, being stuck in the same place like this is not a solution.

Should we continue to demand reinforcements from the Duke, or retreat for now and consider the matter further?

Leonard has not yet made a decision.

Just then, a soldier came running from a distance: "General, the right flank defense is about to collapse!"

"oh?!"

Leonard was not alarmed; instead, his eyes lit up.

His army's defenses were set up to counter the enemy's current strength; if they couldn't hold out, it meant the enemy had made changes.

Change is both a risk and an opportunity.

What he craves now is an opportunity!
Leonard was slightly disappointed after learning that the instability of the defensive line was due to an attack by a fierce tribal demon, rather than a tactical change.

But he still personally led the reserve troops to check the situation.

Upon arriving at the scene, Leonard couldn't help but frown.

It wasn't because of the heavy casualties; in fact, the casualties on the right wing were less than he had expected, but the entire formation was in complete disarray.

The warriors on the outer side were holding off the surging waves of puffs, but the mages and archers on the inner side failed to provide enough support to the front, instead chasing after something in the crowd in a chaotic manner.

Just as Leonard squinted, trying to figure out which demonic lineage the chaotic figure belonged to, a sense of crisis suddenly surged up his back.

He didn't even look up, or even have time to think. His left hand instinctively ripped off the dark blue pendant he wore close to his chest and clenched it tightly in his palm!
Om-!
A nearly solidified azure magic shield instantly opened in front of him, its light as thick as a solid block of ice dredged from the deep sea.

Almost the instant the shield was raised, a sneak attack from a resonance cannon swept across the battlefield and landed right in front of him.

boom!
At the moment of impact, a visible shockwave of magical turbulence exploded at the junction of the shield and the pillar of light, spreading outwards in a ring shape!
Screams and gasps of alarm rang out almost simultaneously.

The shockwave swept across, and the guards who had followed Leonard for many years had no time to react. They were lifted off their war beast mounts by the violent blast and thrown backwards, crashing into the chaotic crowd.

The war beasts ran in a panic, trampling several unlucky creatures to death.

Only Leonard remained firmly seated atop his war beast.

But he was far from being as calm as he appeared. The precious shield in his palm was now shattered and completely destroyed.

He quickly located the attacker, his eyes fixed on the four-meter-tall new species of enemy.

"Tsk, it wasn't that easy after all." Norris said with some regret; once he was noticed, it wasn't so easy to hit him.
Then, he shouted again from within the mushroom net: "Ming! Stop charging! Come back first, the powerful ones are coming!"

However, as before, there was still no response.

At this moment, Ming was not so at ease; he had gone a bit too far.

Swords, spears, battle axes, arrows, and spells—all kinds of attacks were poured down on him.

Ming's figure charged left and right through the enemy ranks, occasionally taking damage to kill a threatening mage.

[Physical Immunity] did indeed block most of the damage for him, but he lacked the absolute violence to directly kill.

"Damn it!" Norris had no choice but to rush out as well, trying to help Ming.

At the same time, I also asked Sister Xue to arrange a safety net for me on the mushroom network.

However, before Norris and the Puji could break through the defenses, Leonard took the initiative and approached Ming, who was looking somewhat disheveled in the army.

"A demonic being symbiotic with mycelium..." The surrounding blood gathered in his hand, coalescing into a long spear. (Sorry, only one update today.)
(End of this chapter)