I will be a demon in this life!-Chapter 232

By day, near vast plains, between the Presial Kingdom and the Venrac Empire.

Nearly 30,000 imperial soldiers, including mages, warriors, swordsmen, archers, and more, set up camp just two thousand meters from the enemy camp.

The army was commanded by Davis Roberson, an experienced commander who was in the sixth spiritual core (high level).

Davis, with his wavy, dull brown hair, despite his robust body and height of almost two meters, was more of a strategist than a warrior, which is why he was given the opportunity to command the imperial army that would subjugate the Presial kingdom.

In large part, the opportunity for Davis to command was due to the decision made in the Venrac Empire not to neglect the empire’s borders with the demonic marquisate.

The establishment of a military camp along the border in the marquisate’s territory was enough to convince the empire that it should not be neglected. In the end, by order of the emperor, the senior commander Olbert Venzick was instructed not to neglect surveillance in the border territories.

Upon learning of this decision, Inquisiderian decided to send Inquisitors and Crepitants to infiltrate the area, support Commander Roberson’s strategic movements, and capture the desired targets as quickly as possible.

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At the military camp of the Presial kingdom.

King Siton Brooks and his commanders were gathered in a military tent.

"Your Majesty, there are around 30,000 enemies."

Adem’s worried voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

At that moment, their army barely exceeded 25,000 soldiers, and that army included the best of the best.

Everyone remained silent. The reason for the war was an absurdity supported by the empire.

Negotiations had failed.

Many thoughts swirled in their minds, but few took shape. Some commanders of noble lineage began to wonder whether the empire’s statement was true or not.

Eljam, who had a shrewd look, was a wizard dressed in a black and blue robe, who used a golden staff. Within the Presial kingdom, he was an important duke, yet he had met with the imperialists to reach an agreement.

The imperialists wanted the royal family alive and imprisoned; that was the only solution. He dismissed it, not because he was loyal, but because King Sition was stronger than him.

"Father, the troops are ready," explained Absab Brooks, the crown prince.

Sition looked at his tall, athletic, brown-haired son, who was wearing gold and black armor and wielding a heavy halberd.

Absab was not only the crown prince, he was also the second strongest commander in the kingdom.

Marzon, Absab’s teacher, rose from his chair and took his own halberd.

Everyone saw the imposing, bronze-skinned man with wrinkles on his face and a patch covering his right eye.

King Sition knew there was no turning back. War would begin soon, and it would most likely be the end of his kingdom.

"Let’s go! Let’s fight for our kingdom and for victory!"

Everyone nodded when they heard the king’s words, although most of them considered them a false illusion, and the king was no exception.

Each commander went with his soldiers.

"It will be a pitched battle," murmured the king as he watched the empire’s army in the distance.

At that moment, Sition Brooks looked at his army and said:

"Today will be remembered. Let everyone know that protecting your land is the most honorable thing a man can do. Protecting your family is a man’s life. We will not surrender to the tyrants of the empire."

The army cheered their king.

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The sky began to turn from light blue to a darker shade, and in just three hours night would fall.

Davis Roberson, from his camp, ordered Edgardo Stephens to send the vanguard of 5,000 soldiers into battle.

Davis’ plan was to wear down the soldiers of the Presial kingdom and see for himself the abilities of the rival army.

Deputy Commander Edgardo nodded and went to inform another deputy commander to carry out Commander Davis’s order.

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A horn sounded and five thousand imperial soldiers in military formations charged forward, ready to face the enemies of the empire.

An army of 5,000 soldiers from the Presial kingdom commanded by the fire elemental wizard, Abted, advanced and confronted the enemy vanguard.

The distance between the two camps was almost two thousand meters, and a fierce battle ensued between them.

The force sent by the empire had several soldiers at the middle level of power (powers equivalent to the fourth, fifth, and sixth demonic ranks).

The ground shook, the plain was deformed, columns of sharp rocks rose from the ground, huge fireballs exploded, human remains were scattered, and craters were formed.

In the midst of this chaotic field, the imperial forces moved with impeccable and destructive coordination.

It did not take long for the formations of the first troop of the Presial kingdom’s army to begin to succumb, despite the support provided by the wizard Abted.

Fire lances collided with magical barriers and resistant shields. The imperialists saw Abted as a target to be defeated.

Terror began to appear on the faces of the soldiers of the Presial kingdom as they watched their comrades die or disappear without a trace in the face of the powerful attacks of the enemy’s military formations. Some soldiers wanted to cry and kneel, they were afraid and did not know the reason for their misfortune, some just cursed the empire in silence, and others cursed their king.

Advance!

Prince and commander Absab emerged from the rear, leading his cavalry and troops.

Bang!

He simply swung his halberd in an upward cut, and magical barriers were shattered by the power of Absab’s solid aura, who was at the sixth spiritual core (midpoint).

A warrior of the same level leaped toward Absab to confront him.

Bang!

The heavy sword shattered, and the imperial soldier’s chest was left raw, blood gushing violently.

Cut!

Blood!

Without mercy or hesitation, the halberd decapitated the powerful imperial soldier.

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"It’s a shame you weren’t born into our empire. You would have been a great talent worthy of support. Send the cavalry and archers, and have them focus on killing the prince. That will destroy the enemy army’s morale," said Davis Roberson.

Deputy Commander Edgardo hurried to carry out the orders.