The Demonic World I designed
Chapter 1225 - 1224: Can We Still Win?

Chapter 1225: Chapter 1224: Can We Still Win?

The long-term layout demands utmost patience, and there cannot be any mistakes every time. The most crucial thing is, you must predict that this city will be built on this tract of land.

Aside from the unique ability of the Buddha Kingdom to control reincarnated people, no other force can achieve this step.

He needs to avoid the spies of the Demon Realm, carefully selecting extremely meticulous individuals. Apart from appearing calm and reliable before reincarnation, they must also perform well after reincarnation to be selected. Once chosen, they come to the grassland for various reasons, such as doing business, fleeing hardship, or getting exiled, and then try to drive the cattle and sheep herds near that place. They only have a few days to make subtle changes to the foundation without overdoing it, lest it causes too much energy fluctuation, and not lingering too long, to avoid attracting attention.

With this cycle of reincarnation over and over again, accumulated over eighty million years, finally, the underground trap has been set properly.

Moreover, the reincarnated people of the Buddha Kingdom can continuously infiltrate the grassland forces. Other forces disdain the Mortal World, each time descending with force suppression but never considering using the Human Race as leverage. The Buddha Kingdom, however, is different, favoring the quest for talented people in reincarnation, hence a good portion of the Buddha Kingdom’s forces are natives.

With the infiltration into the various countries of the Northern Wasteland grasslands, gradually, under the manipulation of Old Liu, discreetly, ten thousand years ago, while the Sorcerer Dynasty rose to attract the attention of all forces, he quietly triggered a political coup among the grassland high levels, and amidst enormous controversy, established a unique Northern Wolf City on the grassland.

Afterward, over the course of ten thousand years, the grassland tribes grew accustomed to this setup. Nobility could find shelter and live relatively comfortably within Northern Wolf City, while the heads of smaller tribes could only continue to wander outside the grassland, relying on tents.

Yet Northern Wolf City occupies the mouth of the North Pole mountain range. To reach the Northern Wasteland, one must take down Northern Wolf City, and thus, the trap is set!

Now... eighty million years of layout have finally reached the time of harvest!

Without waiting for the leaders of the various Western families to react, Old Liu immediately commanded the Yaksha Army to rush into those countless ages.

The Emperor, realizing the situation, also organized soldiers, integrating them into various fragments. Though the Yaksha Army is strong, it is limited in number, and once dispersed, the formed battle formations might not necessarily withstand the opponent, yet with the Ghost King Army’s formations to balance, the Yaksha can leverage its super strong individual prowess for breakthrough beheadings.

Almost instantly, the Ghost King Army transformed into hundreds of units, forming various battle formations to storm into those countless ages.

This scene caused Old Liu to pause slightly.

He knew the Emperor had great potential, yet did not expect such a strong ability to manage the army.

Mere moments were enough for judgment, which was his personal capability, but the army under his command instantly fragmented, with thirty thousand troops forming hundreds of units, creating battle formations of varying degrees, and entering different fragments.

What kind of exaggerated capability is this?

The army can form large formations and can quickly fragment into hundreds of small formations. This kind of control, even Old Liu admits he cannot achieve.

He glanced slightly at the Emperor, feeling he might have underestimated his opponent. This guy’s potential far exceeds his imagination. If he ever rises, among equals, in an all-out army battle, there might be none capable of challenging him.

Even the always proud Victorious Fighting Buddha couldn’t help but glance at that royal sibling pair.

He was originally from a modern military background, and held disdain for so-called famous generals among the natives. Yet seeing this now, it seems he was being shallow. Regardless of the era, regardless of the place, underestimating the most outstanding person of a race always seems foolish.

How many years has the opponent been in military formation? Yet they have trained to such a terrifying extent. If these soldiers gain even stronger power, perhaps...

"Old man....," Victorious Fighting Buddha quietly transmitted to Old Liu, evident he was moved to kill.

"No rush, deal with the current situation first." Old Liu felt a trace of unease but forcibly suppressed the urge to uproot him now; currently, he needs the Human Race Emperor’s army, and under the contract, he cannot act.

Everything, can only be solved after dealing with those Western fools!

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"How could this be?"

The Morgan Family’s leader was furious, the War Corps’ explosive power was unrivaled. Combined with the Death Legion, they were practically killing machines on the front battlefield, yet they didn’t expect Old Liu, this cunning old fox, to spend so much time setting such a massive trap here!

"Where’s the Magician? Immediately crack those fragments!" the Morgan leader urged.

He felt his soldiers were rapidly dwindling, less than a quarter hour and already suffering a thirty-percent casualty, a terrifying damage ratio made his heart race.

The War Corps overly relied on their own ability, formed over countless ages of dependency, yet this reliance isn’t something they could react to in a short time. Thinking back now, Old Liu, such an arrogant person, never dared to confront their army head-to-head once. Was it out of fear?

Perhaps back then it was already a trap, continuously fostering their reliance on their capabilities, creating the impression that once their army revived, no force dared to directly confront them, time and again. Over countless ages, this would become a habit. In military terms, any dependency becomes a weakness!

"No time!" the Joseph Family Head frowned, though not a Magician, he could see how those fragments were formed, using the massive energy of the earth’s veins, forcibly tearing a vast space to shatter the opponent. The space fragments formed from such powerful eruptions were impossible to repair in a short time.

In other words, the fragments are only for them to escape, but Old Liu across won’t give them the chance!

"Then what are you waiting for? Waiting until our soldiers are dead before taking action?"

The Morgan leader demanded sharply.

Within the Demon Realm, divides always existed, each harboring ulterior motives. The Morgan Family controls vast resources. Should their army suffer severe casualties, he could nearly foresee, those below and people from other families would devour the Morgan Family entirely!

"But..."

The current death ratio is too low!

The four families, to ensure basic combat power and that there is no betrayal among themselves, have special abilities that cannot be used against allies.

The Plague Army’s diseases cannot be used against allies, especially the other three armies, and similar for the Death Legion. The death of the War Corps soldiers does not enhance their power. Typically, the War Corps trusts leading, causing massive casualties, and then the Death Legion’s power reaches the peak to assume control of the battlefield.

At this moment, the opponent struck with surprise, causing heavy War Corps losses while theirs were minimal. If deploying the Death Legion now...

It’s essentially abandoning their inherent greatest advantage.

In this situation, can they... still win?