Chapter 442 – One Day, One Million Killed

The strategy of feigning weakness was executed flawlessly by Mu Lin and his forces. Due to underestimating humanity and not considering them a threat, the Demonic Monsters and Alien Races had no intention of uniting from the very beginning.

Their thoughts were entirely focused on how to sabotage their allies.

This was especially true for those Demonic Monsters and Alien Races located far from human territories.

Without close contact, they were completely unable to perceive humanity’s threat and strength. Instead, they were locked in constant conflict with other alien races.

Given this mindset, it was only natural that they had no desire to unite.

In fact, some Demonic Monsters and Alien Races didn’t even care whether they won this war or not.

“We’re so far from the humans. Even if they win, so what? Could they possibly venture deep into the wilderness to hunt us down?”

“Exactly! Even if we defeat the humans, we’d hardly gain much benefit. Only those demons and monsters close to human territories can expand smoothly… Honestly, seeing those bastards expand is worse than killing me!”

…

Harboring such selfish, self-serving ideologies, no matter how much the insightful figures among the Demonic Fiends advocated, they ultimately failed to unite the others.

This was akin to the Qin state’s ambition to conquer the six warring states, yet the six states struggled to form an alliance against Qin.

In the previous life’s China, those six states were all human. In this world, the demonic monsters not only belonged to different races, but some races even preyed on others. If they could truly cooperate as one, that would be truly supernatural.

And just as those Demonic Fiends were either sabotaging their allies or preparing to watch the tigers fight from the mountain, the Agricultural Militia, the Black Fiend Legion, and the Thunderclap Legion—marched out.

“Boom…”

With no intention of dragging things out with the Demonic Fiends, under Mu Lin’s command, the Three Great Legions of the Northern Wastelands launched a thunderous assault on the surrounding Demonic Fiends.

“Kill them!”

“Leave none alive!”

With the elite forces of humanity’s Three Great Legions fully deployed, the scale and momentum of their advance were truly grand and awe-inspiring.

Under their ferocious onslaught, many Demonic Fiends and alien Evil Spirits were swiftly overrun upon first contact.

Their gathering places were utterly destroyed, and their clansmen were slaughtered to the last by Mu Lin’s troops.

On just the first day, Mu Lin and his forces slaughtered over eight million Demonic Fiends.

This number did not include weak creatures like insects or battle ghosts—each of these fiends possessed considerable strength.

In a single battle, Mu Lin and his forces cleared the threats within hundreds of miles around them.

Moreover, after the battle, human casualties were remarkably low.

This terrifying achievement stunned countless Demonic Fiends who had been secretly observing humanity.

“How could humans be this strong?!”

“This is impossible!”

Not only them, but even the soldiers of the Agricultural Militia, the Black Fiend Legion, and the Thunderclap Legion were surprised that they could achieve such results with so few losses.

“Are we… this strong?”

“Nonsense! It’s not us who are strong—it’s Lord Mu Lin. His Holy Salt is incredibly effective!”

“No, no, I think the Soul-Binding Chains are the most useful. They directly strike the Divine Soul and can restrain intangible beings. For many Demonic Fiends, this is a deadly weapon.”

“Indeed. In the past, when we encountered Evil Spirits, we were helpless against their ethereal forms. But now, with these chains, we’ve become their natural nemesis!”

“But I still think the Flame of Retribution is stronger. The greater the hatred in one’s heart, the more powerful this flame becomes, hahaha… In our army, countless soldiers harbor deep-seated blood feuds against the Demonic Fiends. The Flame of Retribution has significantly boosted our overall strength.”

“I believe the strongest is the Other Shore Flower. Defensively, it can protect our Divine Souls; offensively, it can bewilder enemies, leaving them as helpless as foolish geese for us to slaughter at will…”

“Clearly, it’s the Holy Salt that purifies everything…”

The soldiers of the Three Great Legions naturally understood how they had achieved such terrifying combat results.

Soldiers inherently admire the strong, and Mu Lin could also enhance their strength and help them seek revenge. As a result, after the battle, all soldiers held Mu Lin in even greater reverence and provided him with more faith power.

In fact, entire legions had even become devout believers of Mu Lin.

United in this way, they could already summon the City God Domain, imposing endless suppression on evildoers.

Their sincere, heartfelt devotion further increased Mu Lin’s strength.

…

The daytime battle had been favorable for humanity in every way. The only thing that left Mu Lin both amused and exasperated was the endless debate among the soldiers of the Three Great Legions over which was more effective: the Soul-Binding Chains, Holy Salt, Other Shore Flower, or Flame of Retribution…

Of course, these were merely idle disputes and had not escalated into conflicts, so Mu Lin paid them no mind.

At this moment, Mu Lin’s primary consciousness was gathered with Zhang Hemiao, Mo Feng, and Hei Lan, the deputy commander of the Black Fiend Legion, among others.

Like the soldiers of the Three Great Legions, their expressions were filled with joy and excitement due to the success of the daytime battle.

However, unlike the ordinary soldiers, they had not been blinded by the string of victories. Alongside their joy and excitement, their faces also bore a look of caution.

Hei Lan: “As we anticipated, the demons and monsters were misled by us. In today’s battle, they failed to unite and instead scattered, allowing us to defeat them one by one.”

Here, he paused, glanced at Mu Lin with a sense of admiration, and added with great praise: “Of course, the reason we achieved such significant results this time, aside from catching them off guard, is largely due to your immense support for the soldiers, Young Army Master.”

“However, our ease is only temporary. After this battle, as long as those demons and monsters aren’t utterly foolish, they will inevitably unite. We must be cautious in the upcoming battles.”

While Hei Lan was cautious, Raging Thunder, the deputy commander of the Thunderclap Legion, held a different opinion.

“Hei Lan, you’re being overly cautious. After today’s battle, those Demonic Monsters and Alien Races will indeed have the intention to unite.”

“However, there are over a hundred factions among the demons and monsters. It’s not as if they can unite immediately just because they want to… They lack the organizational capacity for swift action.”

“Heh, just wait. It will take them at least half a month to form a coalition army.”

Raging Thunder’s words even surprised Mu Lin slightly.

“It actually takes half a month? Is their organizational efficiency that low?”

Raging Thunder: “Saying half a month is already my most optimistic estimate. They have no unified leader and absolutely no trust in each other. Forming a coalition army will inevitably involve endless bickering.”

At this point, his expression grew even more cheerful.

“Take today’s battle, for example. Those around us have indeed witnessed the might of our human race. The Demonic Fiends at medium distance have sent scouts, but the more distant Foreign Races and demonic monsters may not necessarily dispatch anyone.”

“Without seeing it for themselves, they naturally won’t understand our threat, much less agree to form a coalition.”

“Because the Foreign Races distrust the character of others. If they want to unite, they will inevitably bring everyone in. Otherwise, with some left outside, they won’t feel at ease.”

“So, they will make sure the distant Foreign Races also understand the strength of our human race.”

“Just sending messages, having the distant Foreign Races send observers, then returning to report and persuade their Elders and leaders—this alone will take them three to five days.”

“If we send people to obstruct them, we could even delay it for over seven days… Dragging it out like this, wasting fifteen days of their time, is nothing.”

“And that’s assuming we maintain such efficient slaughter, making every Foreign Race and demonic monster fear for their lives. Otherwise, we could drag it out for a full month!”

“…”

Raging Thunder’s words left Mu Lin silent.

At the same time, he understood for the first time that in large-scale warfare, individual strength is indeed important, but the collective’s ability to act is equally crucial.

Though the Foreign Races are strong and numerous, a mob is still a mob.

The sudden attack and the earlier feigned weakness had already given Mu Lin and his allies the upper hand.

“Fifteen days… This is our opportunity. We should take advantage of these days to kill as many demonic monsters as possible. That way, even if they unite, they won’t be our match.”

Mu Lin was already thinking of replicating the tactics of a certain Demon from the Swastika Era, launching a Lightning war of annihilation to eliminate as much of the living forces of the Demonic Fiends as possible.

However, when he proposed this plan, both Raging Thunder and Hei Lan frowned.

“Mu Lin, don’t rush. I know you want to kill more Demonic Fiends to ease the pressure of future battles. But in the early stages, the easily slaughtered demonic monsters have already been mostly wiped out. The remaining ones have fortresses in desolate or perilous lands and are difficult to breach.”

This advice was sincere.

In a single day, Mu Lin and his forces slaughtered eight million Demonic Fiends. Such a feat was due in part to the greatly enhanced strength of the Three Great Legions and the element of surprise, but more so because Mu Lin and his allies had preselected their targets, eliminating the easier-to-kill Demonic Fiends first.

Now, the remaining demonic monsters are all tough opponents, difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, Mu Lin had considered this and had a way to handle it.

“I know they’re hard to deal with, but don’t worry. Leave them all to me.”

As he spoke, Mu Lin’s eyes gleamed with cold light and killing intent:

“I’ll make them realize that their home-field advantage—never existed in the first place!”

(End of Chapter)