Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Arrival of the Demon
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Upon receiving the news, the guards hastily rushed in from the city. Doubt and anger flickered in their eyes as they scrutinized each other’s faces—jaws clenched tightly, cheeks bulging, and throats emitting low growls, ready to unleash their fury on anyone daring enough to provoke them.
As the deputy commander’s guards, they fully understood the gravity of the situation. Clearly, this was a conspiracy. The returning marquis had not reported the true military situation but fabricated false information to delay matters, allowing the demon tribes to completely encircle them.
Such a betrayal struck them to their core, igniting intense rage.
Yet these were just surface impressions. What Liu Chou had orchestrated far exceeded their imagination: the guards sent by the deputy commander had never returned, perishing in the wilderness—a deed masterminded by Guan Lan. The true reason so many demonic armies gathered was Liu Chou’s handiwork.
Human blood as bait, cutting off support routes, entangled grudges, life and death extinguished!
Faced with his guards’ anger, the deputy commander’s expression grew numb. He suddenly smiled bitterly and said, “Enough. No matter the cause, it no longer matters. Blackfire City is surrounded. We have only two choices now: break through the siege and send word back to Hot Spring Pass, or hold the city and await reinforcements.”
“Hold the city?” One of the marquises standing nearby changed color drastically, murmuring the words in disbelief, his face pale as death. His eyes inadvertently swept toward the city walls below, where countless civilians, unable to return in time, wailed and pleaded. Some had already fled, while others clung to hope, vainly begging for the gates to open so they might seek refuge inside.
Though the city itself was mostly a dead end, even this faint hope was denied.
“I choose to hold the city! The order from Jiejing is to relieve Blackfire City’s defenses. Those who fall in battle will be honored; those who retreat will face military law. The distinction between right and wrong is clear. However, since we are comrades, I will not force anyone. Someone must return with the message. If anyone wishes to break through, I will not oppose it.”
The deputy commander’s gaze swept over everything but passed lightly, pausing not even a moment. When he turned back, his eyes settled once more on the ever-approaching demon army, speaking slowly.
Of the two marquises present, one’s face had turned pale, while the other, though outwardly composed, furrowed his thick black brows with a serious expression. His lips twitched as if about to speak but instead glanced at the ashen-faced marshal before sighing softly.
“If we must break through to send word, then let Marshal You go. The deputy commander and I will stay and defend.”
Marshal You’s complexion fluctuated between pale and sallow as he gazed outward. After a moment, he spoke bitterly, “Breaking through seems like a path to life, but compared to holding the city, it might only buy a few more moments… I should remain as well. With the three of us and our guards, plus the fire oil, we might just break through.”
The thick-browed marshal patted his shoulder heavily and said in a grave tone, “Even a moment longer is a moment gained. The deputy commander is right; the three of us must send someone back with news. The guards alone may not suffice… Prepare yourself. I will dispatch men to bring fire oil to the ramparts and assign defenses.”
With that, the thick-browed marshal hurried off to relay orders.
Marshal You lingered atop the city wall, watching his back with a surge of emotion, only to be brought back by the deputy commander’s stern face beside him.
“Returning with the message is the priority. I will write the letter now. You may take it back safely. Remember, your life is tied to ours; do not hesitate or be soft-hearted. Do not put others in danger. Remember this well!”
His meaning was clear: Marshal You must not concern himself with the guards’ fates. Survival alone mattered. The deputy commander’s words, spoken before his own guards, were met not with displeasure but with unanimous nods as if it were self-evident.
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This mindset was deeply ingrained in their minds, accepted unquestioningly, becoming their greatest creed. In modern terms, they had been thoroughly brainwashed—without complaint.
Marshal You wanted to speak, but ultimately remained silent, nodding firmly before descending from the wall to summon the guards and prepare for the breakout. Meanwhile, the deputy commander hurried to fetch scrolls, ink, and brush to compose the official letter, sending it into trusted hands.
The demon forces pressed closer, prompting a change of plan; the deputy commander no longer left but stayed atop the wall to oversee matters.
More than half an hour later, the demonic horde appeared in a dark mass outside the city. Yet they did not immediately attack. Instead, they lit bonfires and began dragging countless supplies from their rear ranks to slaughter. Some lesser demons ran near the city walls, breaking the necks of those humans left mourning and wailing below, dragging them away to roast over the flames.
The taste of human flesh delighted the demons. Seeing such an abundance of human prey, cheers erupted from their ranks. Many lesser demons hurried forward, stabbing and skewering living or dead alike with sharpened wooden stakes, hanging them over the fire. Those still breathing screamed in agony, their cries like ghostly lamentations.
Most of these victims were humans, both outside the city and those captured en route, along with beasts and birds. Upon the return of Liu Chou’s soldiers, the deputy commander had ordered the city gates sealed tight. The many left in the wild were thus indirectly dealt with by the demons, solving their food supply issue—something Liu Chou had not anticipated.
This behavior only deepened the deputy commander’s contempt for humanity.
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