Silence!

Even amidst the endless cries on the battlefield, the entire audience was still filled with silence.

The screen of smoke had already cleared out, leaving behind a ghastly sight for them to behold.

The battlefield was tainted with a dark shade of red and brown, as the blood from the dead or injured continually mixed with the ground beneath it.

There were large holes all around the field, that seemed like the rulers of the heavens had playfully poked their fingers into them.

"Moooohhhh!

"Argh!"

Injured men m.o.a.ned and gasped for air pitifully.

Some men had lost feeling in their legs, and used their hands to drag their injured body away from this hell hole called a battlefield.

The injuries themselves were so gruesome-looking that some people in the audience felt their heartbeats pause briefly.

They gripped their hearts and tried to steady their breathing hastily.

And of course amidst the injured men below, were also a ton who had tragically died on the spot.

The Baymardian soldiers had been constantly bombarding them with all sorts of weapons using their missile launchers, grenade launchers, cannons and so on for the past 45 minutes.

They had properly trapped their targets in an invisible rectangular area on the fields, making sure that none one within the battlefield would be able to find an exit from the targeted area.

Of course, they launched all sorts of attacks within the targeted area, as well as on its perimeters.

They did this nonstop for 45 minutes and continuously launched over a hundred attacks within this period.

At this point, most of the enemies were dead.

The soldiers didn't even give them time to think about what was happening or where the attacks were coming from.

It was just too tragic!

Oden looked at the scene before him and his legs turned wobbly like jelly.

In fact, looking at him now... he seemed to have aged 10 years more, just from the scene below.

He secretly swore never to go against Baymard, and couldn't help but sweat a bit.

Seeing how unfazed Landon was about the whole thing, he quickly said a little prayer in his heart to thank the ancestors for letting Landon by his ally instead.

Because he was sure that whoever went against the brat, would definitely have his ashes sprayed across the waters of an unknown continent.

Sigh... He even began to pity the men below.

'R.I.P Bros'

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"Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Alec gripped his hair and yelled out in shock and rage.

He just couldn't believe what he was seeing.

How could an entire army of close to 50,000 people be reduced to 10,000 under 45 minutes?

No! No! No!

This wasn't happening!

Impossible!

The men who were supposed to protect him were also shocked as well.

While they weren't exactly in the heart of the targeted regions, the force from the explosions had sent them flying around from one location to the next.

So they had always been moving within these 45 minutes.

But since none of them died, they felt like their comrades within the heart of the matter should survive as well.

In short, they didn't know or understand anything about physics.

So they just assumed that the screams from earlier on came from the men being tossed around like they did.

Sure!

They believed that a few demons were hunting their comrades in the Mist.

But they were over 50,000 of them.

So they didn't believe that over 50,000 demons would pop out and launch their attacks.

We're they cursed?

How could many demons come for them?

Everything just felt too strange for them.

That was why they didn't understand why there was so much bloodshed on the scene.

Were their comrades that weak?... Or were the demons just too strong!

Till now, they didn't understand how they had ended up on the losing end when their real enemies, The Baymardians... Hadn't even launched a single attack yet.

They even began to feel that maybe some of those witches that they typically burned down in the Arcadina had summoned these demons to deal with them.

Cursed!

If they had known, they would've locked those witches up and killed them only after returning from the battle.

Yes!

Typically, every month... At least 10 girls are burnt down as 'witches' (because they were too smart, gave birth to 'ugly' children who bore the devil's mark and many other reasons.)

In fact, some of them had even burnt down a girl who could accurately predict the weather from observing the clouds and the earth.

She was no doubt a witch to them.

And now, they felt like the battlefield had turned bizarre all because of these witches who summoned demons to take care of them.

Or... How else were they supposed to explain the scene before them?

They looked at their fallen comrades and felt a wave of fear rise through their hearts.

And even though about 10,000 survived, the majority of them were already heavily injured.

So only a small number of them could continue the battle with these Baymardians right now.

How unfair!

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"No! No! No! No! No!

This cannot be happening!"

Alec shook his head several times in denial, as he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

After brainstorming, calculating and planning his attacks for more than 6 months now... how could he accept such an outcome?

Never in his dish dreams would've he have pictured himself losing more than 75% of his men just like that.

Even if he fought that unbiblical son of his now, wouldn't he just lose drastically instead?

Dammit!

He gritted his teeth and was about to give out his orders, when he suddenly heard a voice from the bastards.

"My dear sweet father, don't tell me you haven't realized the truth up till now.

Because if you haven't, then I would really have to doubt your intelligence as a king." Landon said playfully.

Alec's brows scrunched up a bit before his eyes finally lit up in astonishment, rage and shock.

"YOU DID THIS!"

"Well, congratulations on using your brain father.

My people and I did it!"