The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

However, the battle lines were indeed spreading outwards. The succubus and minotaur factions, relying on a small number of elite troops, pushed the border lines outwards, and the gnoll king's territory was clearly being occupied in large numbers. His expression remained angry and irritable, but now it showed a hint of anxiety.

It wasn't just attacked in the Abyss; the Succubus Queen and the Minotaur King had clearly been planning this for a long time. In many of the Prime Material Planes closely connected to the Gnoll King, the Gnoll tribes that had gathered together suffered attacks from their conspiracy.

Adventurers from various prime material planes, lured there by the succubus queen's cunning, discovered the gnoll king's plot and immediately launched a campaign against the gnoll tribe, damaging its influence across many universes and planets.

The most crucial point is the continent of Knoil, which is already in extreme chaos. If the Gnoll King doesn't make Netheriri his primary target and instead goes to conquer other small countries far from Netheriri, Maginus might not necessarily send troops to help.

There was nothing she could do; this guy's first step in his plan had offended someone he shouldn't have. Maginus wasn't exactly vengeful, but since she had already provoked the demon lord, she certainly didn't want the gnoll king's subordinates to establish a kingdom.

"How can I allow others to sleep soundly beside my bed? The gnolls of the Prime Material Plane must be completely annihilated. No one can change what she said!"

As time passed, Maginus absorbed the power of faith from the Prime Material Plane, and the gold in her eyes grew stronger and stronger.

She naturally described the battle with the gnolls as a war to protect the nation, and she had bards depict the future in the newspapers: once the gnolls established a kingdom around Nesser, the people would face endless harassment.

The big cities were alright, but the small territories and villages around Nesery were constantly harassed by monsters such as goblins, kobolds, gnolls, and lizardmen. It was only in recent years that the Nesery army wiped them out.

The elders who had encountered or experienced the jackals were immediately filled with anger and panic upon learning that such creatures were going to establish a nation. They strongly agreed to send troops and even took the initiative to speak on behalf of the bards about their viciousness and danger.

"If it weren't for Her Majesty the Great Queen sending troops to hunt down the monsters in the nearby forest, you might all have been carried away!"

In this way, the energy of the three divine powers of Nesserith's Death Authority is being absorbed all at once. In short, Maginus is feeling great right now.

"Aaaaaah, damn OO, I'm going to stuff OO inside your OO, I want to...!!"

The distant filth made Maginus look up. The gnoll king could no longer sit still. He roared and stood up from his chair, holding his flail and glaring at the minotaur king and the succubus queen.

Mechanic grinned, the snake-headed whip appearing in her hand. She flicked it lightly, making a whistling sound as she did so. Her expression was unusually joyful; to her, this insult was nothing more than praise.

A battle between demon lords?

Maginus watched intently as the three demon lords simultaneously activated a high-level teleportation spell, disappearing from their original positions and reappearing in the distance of the battlefield. With the intense collision of energies, an energy storm swept up.

Only the mid-to-high-level demons on the battlefield could barely hold them off; the low-level ones were all blown away with screams. The defensive structures were of little use and instead became dangerous due to the impact.

Maginos sat there, as if watching a movie, watching the minotaur lower its head and charge at the gnoll with its sharp horns, then swing its cleaver to attack.

The Succubus Queen was casting even more powerful buff spells on the Minotaur, while her Serpent-Headed Whip was aimed at the Gnoll King's vital parts, each lash kicking up dust.

Logically, the gnoll king should have been defeated quickly, but the minotaurs and the succubus queen did not trust each other and their cooperation was not very close. They were wary of the other party suddenly turning against them and helping the gnolls.

The abyss is a chaotic place, and these demons could very well do such a thing.

Maginus watched the show, her gaze fixed on a certain direction where a vibrant deathly aura huddled in a corner, utterly unable to escape or conceal itself before her.

A pair of cloudy eyes met K's gaze, a flicker of fear crossing them, which was then hidden even deeper, not daring to show at all.

The ally and subordinate of the Gnoll King, another demon lord known as the "Ghoul King," is responsible for supplying the large number of undead creatures to the Gnoll army.

Once upon a time, it was a demigod, but after its original master, who was both a demon lord and the "god of undead creatures," fell into death or slumber, its power declined again and again, and it was eventually subdued by the gnoll king.

As a demon lord who ghouls faced off against the goddess of death, the outcome was predictable. Maginus felt he could gain considerable divinity from her and a deeper understanding of the realm of death.

However, it's best to avoid trouble at this moment. The Succubus Queen and I are only cooperating and there is no basis for trust. If we defeat the Ghoul King, and the God of Undead shows signs of resurgence and prepares to deal with K, then Maginus would suffer a great loss.

Turning her gaze away, Maginus continued to observe the battlefield. The energy shock had no effect on her, but judging from the current situation, their battle would probably last for several days or even months.

As a false god, she could sense that the plane they controlled in the abyss was providing them with more energy, and it would be difficult to wear down any demon lord if they continued fighting.

This is also why demon lords are so difficult to kill. After conquering the entire plane, they are essentially the will of a certain plane, capable of using energy to enhance and repair themselves.

Only a true god can kill the Ks with certainty and ease, but the danger of a true god entering the abyss to cause chaos is also very high. In the history of the struggle between the upper planes and the abyss over countless years, it is estimated that countless gods have been left in the abyss and become its nourishment.

After all, there are evil gods in the abyss itself, and the superconsciousness of the bottomless abyss can control the gods, making it impossible for K to escape his body.

Changing her position, Maginus focused her attention on the Prime Material Plane, but the battlefield on the continent of Knoil was still more worthy of her attention.

As long as humanity wins the battlefield, most problems can be solved. In the end, the Succubus Queen and the Minotaur King will significantly weaken the Gnoll King, making him impossible to kill.

Their sole purpose in this joint attack on the gnolls was to prevent them from attending to the main plane battlefield.

Chapter 763 Calculating Merits

"die!"

The soldier from Nesserah roared and, facing the gnoll who was also panting heavily, plunged his longsword into its brain through its jaw, rendering it completely incapacitated.

Shouts of battle rang out all around. Gnolls, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, clashed with soldiers clad in exquisite armor. Blood flowed like streams across the battlefield, even faintly turning into a blood mist, turning the entire battlefield red.

Human soldiers were bloodthirsty, while the Nesserlian soldiers and soldiers from the small country fought together against the jackals before them, refusing to retreat an inch and reducing the jackals' numbers.

This is a tug-of-war, a war of attrition. The gnolls, with their food running low, are gradually losing ground. They are emaciated and even more ferocious, but the weakness brought on by hunger is so intense that they cannot resist it with their minds.

Their original plan was to survive by eating corpses, as the ground was practically full of food. The problem was that Nesery would never give them that possibility; the first thing they would do after the battle was over was to try to collect the corpses.

Even if they couldn't bring the corpses back to their homeland, some beautiful girls dressed in black robes would suddenly appear on the battlefield and unleash some kind of special magic, making the jackals watch helplessly as their tender and juicy flesh turned to ashes, while their essence was completely transformed into blood beads.

The dead priests, their very existence infuriated the gnolls. Some had tried to kill them, but these women possessed far too keen perception.

Unless they are shadow assassins who can hide in the shadows or conceal their life force, it is very difficult for a living person to approach and assassinate them.

The soldier, panting, stepped forward again and came to the side of a soldier who was about to be killed by the gnolls. He kicked the gnoll in the groin with his spiked iron boots, and as it howled, he struck it with his sword, beheading it completely.

"1 Fin Eight + Dream Roar!"

Before the soldier could help his comrade up, the comrade suddenly glared at him angrily: "Watch out behind you!"

A familiar gust of wind swept by, and a gnoll broke through the crowd to appear behind the warrior. His rusty scythe, used for cutting grass, was about to strike the warrior's neck. His armor was severely damaged at the neck, and he was definitely not going to be able to withstand this blow.

At the critical moment of life and death, the exhausted warriors widened their eyes and forced themselves to turn around to resist or attack.

Get moving, my body, why aren't you moving!

With the blade within reach and in absolute danger, the warrior felt something long accumulated within him finally break through its limits.

Tidal wave of action!

With a twist of his body, the warrior used incredible strength to sever the arm of the gnoll wielding a scythe, then with a backhand stroke, severed its thick neck. He managed to stay upright, grabbed his unidentified comrade, and ran towards the trench before collapsing completely, losing consciousness.

There are many others who have made similar breakthroughs in the face of battle. Some were saved, while others were not. High-intensity combat is indeed an important factor in rapidly improving a person's strength.

Logistics personnel carried the wounded to the rear battle towns, but some seriously wounded soldiers died on the way, causing a rather depressing atmosphere among many.

Why were they fighting? This was a question that arose among them, especially among the Nesser Swiss soldiers. It was only other countries that were being attacked by the gnolls, not them.

But when they entered the town, some children and girls approached them, handed them bouquets of flowers, and comforted them. Once they entered the medical station, the glamorous nurses who had been temporarily assigned to the job began to comfort them with words.

The psychological treatment was very simple, but also very effective. Soldiers with minor injuries and no broken limbs were in a stable mood and even considered returning to the battlefield. Some soldiers with physical disabilities were also calmed down.

A group of mages found them at this moment, and the dejected, disabled soldier's eyes suddenly lit up. He nodded as if agreeing to something, and was then taken away by the alchemists.

Slippery and Confessed Tumor IXd

The battle ended briefly, and the soldiers with minor injuries came to the military officer on their own. They placed their hands on a special instrument, and as the blood and killing aura surged, the soldiers, who felt heavy in their bodies and souls, felt a little relieved. At the same time, numbers were displayed on the instrument.

"Hall, killed 5, assisted in killing 32."

The military officer glanced at the equipment and recorded the soldiers' contributions, as did the others.

This machine, completed by the Kingdom Research Institute in collaboration with the deceased priests, is capable of absorbing the aura of slaughter and counting them separately, using them as the primary record of merit.

Most importantly, the machine won't react if it's not killing a gnoll.

The instrument also records the number of enemies killed, but the deceased priests did not specify this. The priests will then check the records again using a simple machine to eliminate any possibility of killing innocent people and claiming credit.

If the data doesn't match, well, there's definitely something wrong with the person who died.

Upon arriving at the mess hall, which was also open-air, pots of meat and vegetables, heavily salted and oiled, and poached in water, were placed in iron buckets and poured into the soldiers' bowls of rice. Moreover, there was no limit to the amount each person could eat, and they could get more after finishing.

The soldiers of Nesserei wolfed down the beef, stuffing themselves with food regardless of whether they could finish it or not, until they were at least 70% full, ensuring they had enough energy to deal with the enemy.

Compared to the soldiers of the country the gnolls were preparing to conquer, their food was much more meager. Most of the food was not much meat and was barely enough to fill their stomachs. They couldn't help but swallow their saliva after smelling the aroma coming from this side.

"Sigh, why aren't we soldiers of Nesserai?"

Some couldn't help but sigh, never expecting that an even more powerful soldier would pass by and overhear them. As a veteran with an officer's rank, he couldn't help but sneer:

"Heh, they're going to fight to the death. Are you going to fight to the death? A regular soldier in Nesery is equivalent to your captain, which means we are. You should get stronger first."

The soldiers cowered in silence, unaware that as they spoke, the soldier was also looking at Nesser with a hint of envy.

After fighting on the battlefield for a long time, he became friends with some of the Nesserian soldiers and learned some of the true situation of the Nesserian army. One of them was that they could indeed obtain a lot of rewards through military merit, and it was not impossible for them to get a position or even a noble status.

Unlike them, whose credit is snatched up at each level and whose rewards are distributed down the chain of command, leaving them with only a tiny bit of credit.

After finishing his food, the squad leader of this country quietly approached the vicinity of the Nesery army camp and began to talk with his Nesery friends:

"Hey, after the war is over, what do you think about me joining the army in Nesery?"

"Of course, we're short-handed right now. Even after the gnolls are dealt with, things probably won't be over yet."

Taking a puff of his own pipe, the Swiss soldier Nesser glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then whispered, "Rumor has it that things are getting even more chaotic here; demons and devils might appear..."

Chapter 764 No Action Taken

One new battle after another began. As time went on, a special group of soldiers appeared on the front lines. Some people recognized them as the soldiers who had been severely wounded and taken away by spellcasters and alchemists.

They returned to the battlefield once again, but not as cannon fodder, because the limbs of the wounded soldiers were all fitted with prosthetics made of metal.

Crunch!

A gnoll watched helplessly as his rusty iron sword was twisted by an iron hand, and the soldier beheaded him with a sinister smile. He then tried to shake hands with the soldier, appearing unusually excited.

This is the work of mechanics and alchemists. Creating constructs is troublesome, so they took a different approach and chose to install offensive prosthetics on wounded soldiers, which is also the job of mechanics anyway.

There are still problems with charging and sensitivity, but that doesn't matter. As long as the war continues, their research progress will improve quickly, and they can improve it step by step.

Those wounded soldiers who were willing to fight were also volunteers, wanting to earn more silver or land while they were still able to move around. Some of them, after being fitted with prosthetics, did not want to continue fighting and would return to Nesery or stay in the rear to do some activities to test their prosthetics.

"Based on the data that has been transmitted back so far, our group's research on magical prosthetics has been very successful. Number 2 only failed after killing three jackals in the battle, and the prosthetics provided even greater power."

Gazing at the images from the front lines, the technology team conducted corresponding analysis. One soldier's strength had nearly doubled. He grabbed a rusty sword with his iron hand and crushed it, then wrestled with the jackal. Although his body kept retreating, his arm was not seriously injured at the beginning.

It won't work in the long run either, because the connection between the prosthesis and the flesh is not perfect and it is easy to fall off.

"What about external magical skeletons?"

One mechanic suggested it, but another researcher who had risen from a wild mage to a mid-level mage shook his head:

“Energy consumption is a problem. Ordinary people can’t absorb magic power from inside or outside their bodies to supply external items. If we add an energy source, the enemy will target the energy source.”

"In terms of warfare, our equipment requirements are simple, at least for now. They just need to be sturdy and durable. Dexterity is not an issue; as long as they can make a fist and swing, that's fine. Strength limit is not an issue either; they just need to be slightly stronger than the original arm."

"It doesn't really showcase my superb skills."

"Mass production, what we need is mass production, but unfortunately we don't have an assembly line."

They were recruited to Nesery not long ago, and their research happened to be in a field that interested them. After the war began, they were brought closer to the front lines to conduct research on magic and magical items.

In addition to the soldiers' basic combat strength, Nesery's magical skills are also slowly improving. Although it's slow, it's all worth it.

The war, which had been deadlocked on the Prime Material Plane, finally came to an end after two months. The gnolls had run out of food and even began to eat their own kind, killing the weakest and smallest of them every day, as savage as ever.

They were already fighting on foreign soil, so they couldn't farm and fight at the same time. Without the protection of cities and high walls, any land they cultivated would be destroyed.

The warriors don't even need to charge; the druids can simply let the ground grow full of poisonous weeds.

The jackals naturally tried to cut off the country's internal transportation routes, but unfortunately, the results were not very good. Even if they succeeded, the druids and priests of Nesserei would also create food spells.

Faced with the hungry gnolls, the Nesserian army had no intention of dragging things out any longer. The commanders had already noticed their weakened morale, and after a two-day ceasefire, they suddenly launched an attack on the gnolls' main camp!

A massive surge of people rushed toward the gnoll army from all directions, while legendaries and high-ranking figures clashed with legendaries from the Nesser and other churches. The outcome of the war was expected to be decided in five days.

At this moment, Maginos, who had spent months in the Abyss, looked at this scene with great satisfaction. The army had finally grown up and no longer needed her to raise it. In the future, they could grow up on their own, just like they were now.

"Ahhh!"

The Gnoll King also sensed the changes in the Prime Material Plane, but was unable to make any changes or obstructions. The Succubus Queen and the Minotaur King were keeping a close watch on it, preventing it from contacting the Prime Material Plane and granting power to their followers and subordinates.

Even with two enemies of equal status, and both wary of each other, the Gnoll King could barely move an inch. Maintaining the status quo was already difficult enough, let alone advancing further. At this point, those behind him could offer no assistance.

The gnoll king could only watch helplessly as his race fell, unable to respond to their prayers.

It is not a god after all. Once it responds to the followers of the Sakigaya G-shiki Saki-san in the prime material plane, its consciousness will momentarily wander. If it does so, its two enemies will be happy to launch an attack at that moment.

Most importantly, there's also Maginus Imperius in the distance!

Her eyes, glowing with a bluish light, stared at Maginus. When she noticed this, she waved her hand with an extremely smug look, which made the gnoll king shout.

"withdraw!"

Having confirmed that the layout on the continent of Knoil had been completely destroyed, the gnoll king, powerless to reverse the situation, glared fiercely at Maginus, but could only wreak havoc in rage. He no longer paid attention to the continent and roared as he repelled two enemies.

The succubus and the minotaur, not wanting a mutually destructive fight, withdrew and retreated to the vicinity of the city walls. Watching the gnoll king leave the area, the succubus queen was quite pleased, even whistling a soft whistle.

"In this way, the Gnoll King can no longer participate in the major events in Knoil."

As it retreated into the abyss, the gnolls of the prime material plane were also routed, the massive tribe scattered, and the huge banner in the center of the camp fell to the ground.