After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 65 - 64 Gorgon: Wait, who is going to make a move?!

Chapter 65: Chapter 64 Gorgon: Wait, who is going to make a move?!

The gorgons were not considered low-ranked monsters among the creatures. To put it simply, they were a little higher than the centaurs and harpies, but slightly lower than the wailing banshees.

In other words, they were "neither here nor there, stuck in the middle."

To be more specific, they were on par with the Insect Men, although the Insect Men’s strength lay in their innate battle talents, making them natural-born warriors.

The gorgons were more like magic professions among the fewer in number.

So, when faced with the assault of the Headless Knights, the gorgons’ formation was nearly destroyed in an instant. However, it was worth noting that the gorgons were the only race among the lizardmen, centaurs, and gorgons that fully resisted.

In other words, the entire race was traitors.

"Disperse! Use the most scattered formation to avoid being hit by the petrification light as much as possible!"

Yila knew exactly how to defeat the gorgons. As a species that had appeared on the battlefield, he was naturally familiar with them and knew how to deal with these monsters that posed a great threat to the empire’s weak forces.

"Harpy, give up diving. Focus on interference and evasion at full power. Insect-man Hunters, ensure suppression of attacks! Maintain air superiority!"

However, compared to his time in the Empire, his current command was more relaxed and leisurely.

Because the troops were very obedient.

The structure of the imperial army was quite complex. The decisions Yila made would be announced the night before the battle, and on the battlefield, it was the captains and legion commanders who executed them step by step.

Yila’s tactical adjustments made during the battle had to be conveyed downwards layer by layer, which often resulted in the loss of tactical timeliness and accuracy during the process.

It was easy for situations like this to occur:

Yila: "Infantry, advance! Mages, cooperate!"

General: "Infantry, advance! Protect the cooperating mages!"

Legion Commander: "Warrior units, charge continuously. Protect the mages with cooperation. If the mages get hurt, you’ll be in trouble!"

Captain: "Advance, don’t let the mages get hurt. Mage cooperation (with an accent)."

Squad leader: "Oh, we’ll advance alone. The mages are like lords (misheard), afraid of getting hurt. No need to follow."

It would turn out like this.

But on the monster side, Yila did not need to worry about such issues. The monster soldiers would unhesitatingly execute Yila’s orders, and they would actively cooperate with each other, ensuring Yila’s orders were well executed.

The leaders of various units had no objections to Yila’s commands.

And... no one was afraid of death.

...

When needed, they would willingly sacrifice themselves without complaint!!!!!!

For the Empire to have held out so long against such a monstrous army before Yila arrived was a miracle. Though, begrudgingly, those foolish nobles did have their uses in this regard.

"Insect-man Hunters! Your flying altitude is too high, lower your height!"

Yila shouted this, and the Insect-Man Hunters, with wings like butterflies, dragonflies, and moths, immediately lowered their position. They did not need to understand the reason before taking action.

This was what an army should be like.

Thinking this, Yila watched as those hit by the petrification light turned to stone and fell to the ground, but because they were flying at a low altitude, the Insect-man Hunters did not suffer any broken limbs.

Watching the Little Demons huff and puff as they carried the clumsy Insect-man Hunters back to the line, Yila observed the gorgons still resisting fiercely.

*It seemed that losses had begun to occur...*

The loss of the Little Demons was insignificant, but some Black Knights and Headless Knights had been turned to stone by the petrification light and shattered by subsequent magic attacks.

If petrified intact, even severed limbs were acceptable. They could recover later. However, shattered into pieces meant there was no hope for recovery.

While the losses were not great, a loss was still a loss.

"Hmm..."

Satan Ye uttered a vexed sound.

"You didn’t expect that there would be no casualties on the battlefield, did you?"

Yila asked this, knowing quite well what Satan Ye was thinking, having seen too many similar noble offspring on the battlefield. He understood their thoughts... of course, some nobles were more likable in this regard.

After all, they still thought, *I want my troops to suffer fewer losses*, contrary to the less likable ones who didn’t care about their subordinates’ losses and would excitedly ask Yila, *Lord Yila, have my merits earned a reward from Her Majesty the Empress?*

Some even directly sought Yila’s favor, hoping he’d speak well of them to the Empress or offering something to earn Yila’s favor (mentioning them to the Empress in exchange). Since the nobles were unaware that she knew this *other offer* was disgusting.

Yila suppressed his urge to strike and drove those people away.

Even if those individuals were not concerned about the inability to produce heirs with Yila, if Yila had to choose someone for romance, he would never choose such dimwits... he would rather seek out Gurela Jinesis Parada.

After all, Yila had grown accustomed to that guy’s chattering affection around him.

Of course, Satan Ye had no idea about Yila’s divergent thoughts. She just looked regretfully at the battlefield and said, "I just thought, Mr. Yila, could always ensure no casualties in the forces..."

They were fighting against gorgons, not weak monsters like lizardmen or centaurs.

Seeing Yila’s helpless expression, Satan Ye smiled apologetically, knowing she might be overthinking. She said, "But why did the Medusas completely betray us?"

"..."

Even Yila was seeking the answer to that question.

"Do you think the losses are too great?"

Yila asked this, looking at the roughly four or five dead Black Knights and Headless Knights and the countless dead gorgons. He said, "But those gorgon corpses and souls can transform into new Black Knights and Headless Knights."

"Hmm, I know, I know..."

Satan Ye looked very conflicted, making Yila sigh. He was about to say something like, *On the battlefield, losses are inevitable. As a king, you must quickly get used to the losses of a pyrrhic victory or a crushing defeat.*

But he decided not to.

"So, do you want me to take action?"

Yila looked at Satan Ye gently, softly brushing over the black World Spell on his neck, laughing lightly and gently saying, "After all, the returned time is enough for them to fully recover, and if never used... it seems wasteful, doesn’t it~"

"Eh? Can we, Mr. Yila?"

Seeing the seemingly excited Satan Ye, Yila gently rubbed her head, indulgently and considerately saying, "Everything is at your command, Satan Ye."