CHAPTER 1816: CHAPTER 598: A SINGLE HAIR PULLED MOVES THE WHOLE BODY

Blood Knight Valdeniel silently gazed at the scattered corpses of the Fear Knights before him, a bittersweet ache in his nostrils, tears nearly spilling from his eyes.

This Fear Knight, affectionately nicknamed "Evergreen Tree" by his peers, had just turned six hundred and twenty this year and was a seasoned knight through and through; according to Fear Knights tradition, this aged warrior, known for his boldness and decisive character, should have long retired to a life of leisure and ease—time is an unstoppable blade, cutting away not only past glories but also the sighs of a fading hero.

However, Valdeniel still actively served on the front lines of the army. Although his swordsmanship might no longer be as swift as that of the younger generation and his arcane skills might no longer be as sharp and domineering, his vast experience, insight, and wise mind remained the most trusted beacon for his colleagues and superiors.

This time, the Beamon’s hundred thousand wolf cavalry sudden counterattack on the Demon World caught all the demons, including the three Witch Kings, completely off guard; after all, in the Demon World’s official propaganda, these evil races who occupied the demons’ homeland on the Aegean Continent were nothing but cowards who would easily crumble!

Though the Demon Clan had once lost to these cowards in history, its soldiers still held a solid psychological advantage—after all, there were so many "Space-Time Rifts," but never in history had the Aegean army invaded the Demon World!

Yet in these past few days of warfare, these cowards truly showed the Demon Clan soldiers a reality entirely different from the official propaganda with their nets and knives!

In private, Valdeniel overheard high-ranking officers chatting and learned that these Aegean cowards who had invaded the Demon World and spirited away were indeed the Beamon wolf cavalry! These Wolf Riders were the most brave and battle-hardened cavalry among the Beamon warriors! These Wolf Riders also embraced death with fervor and unwavering resolve!

Valdeniel had served the military for five hundred years, and only until today did he realize that certain top-secret archives were beyond the access of knights of his rank; there were countless secrets that he’d never be able to uncover as an officer of his standing!

In just a few days, they annihilated more than sixty thousand Beamon wolf cavalry, yet the demon’s own army lost a total of one hundred and fifty thousand men, and this was coordinated by air and ground forces—this was the result Valdeniel witnessed with his own eyes; for a confident and proud Fear Knight of the demon’s army, this figure was undoubtedly both humiliating and distressing.

As a knight, Valdeniel had to admit the bravery and fearlessness of his opponents. Whenever the war drums sounded, countless wolf cavalry would charge forward like attending a grand feast, overcoming any obstacles, surging forward like a tidal wave!

Their howls were terrifying!

The sharp cold arcs their scimitars carved through the air had become a nightmare for the demon’s soldiers!

The sturdy crystal armor and weapons of the demons were as fragile as a toy made of leather in the face of these scimitars!

On nights when waterfalls froze, these wolf cavalry launched horrific attacks, their bodies seemingly entirely immune to the severe cold, more steadfast and enduring than the demons living on this hot land!

Even the most boastful of demon knights had to admit that compared to the Beamon army, the demon’s forces appeared to be nothing but pampered gentlemen; Valdeniel once witnessed a group of over ten wolf riders, trapped with no way forward or back, still refusing to surrender, forming an imperfect assault formation, launching a final attack on the demons’ soldiers, cleaving countless heads flying skyward along their path!

Their eyes cold and disdainful, bearing a heartfelt mockery! The raw and fearless courage under the setting sun always sent a chill from Valdeniel’s heart to his bones whenever he recalled it, reminiscent of the wild expanse of the Sacred Helm Plains at night.

This time, the task the Six-winged Heavenly King Stockton assigned to Old Val was extremely important: he was to lead a team to horizontally blockade the coastline of The Sea of Mist, while the main army encircled from three sides, driving the remnants of the Beamon wolf cavalry step by step into the Poisonous Fog Ocean—considering the previous clashes, the military forces of the Coast Contribution Continent couldn’t sustain such lopsided casualty rates; this would have too significant an impact on the army’s morale!

If the Six-winged Heavenly King Stockton’s plan succeeded, relying on the toxic mist, the demons’ army wouldn’t even need to lift a finger to effortlessly and thoroughly eliminate the Beamon wolf cavalry!

Valdeniel clearly understood the military task he bore; alongside his fifteen thousand brave demon soldiers, their role was to serve as a blocking shield—while maintaining a level of resistance to disrupt the Beamon wolf cavalry formation, depriving them of any opportunity to regroup, they also had to preserve themselves, minimizing the wasted precious lives of their soldiers on home soil.

Old Val initially had great confidence in this plan, because the Beamon wolf cavalry now had no retreat; as long as he and his fifteen thousand warriors disrupted their final withdrawal pace and denied them time to linger near the coastline, once the main forces pressed on, however strong the Beamon army might be, without ample time to organize, even a final desperate battle would be an impossible luxury.