They were distributed across the world to gather intelligence and were usually overseen by Souei and Demiurge; they were not part of this particular campaign.
This corps was named the Shadow Corps and would not appear under normal circumstances.
These two hundred thousand were the muscle Draco prepared to show the world, enough to intimidate most factions.
Of course, besides the two hundred thousand on campaign,
the city's defensive strength was not weak either.
The Minister of National Defense, Red-haired Uncle Shanks, had twenty thousand ordinary soldiers of remarkable strength under him, in addition to a hundred powerful Ogres.
The labyrinth built by Aura was not that simple.
With the Duchy of Nazarick protected by a labyrinth, this number of city guards was completely sufficient.
Furthermore, these people held a massive number of magic scrolls, which were the trump cards Draco left for them.
Over the past two years, Draco had summoned countless magic items, most of which were handed over to them.
He was quite looking forward to someone trying to raid his home; it would be an absolute blast.
Nazarick had made ample preparations over these two years, just waiting for enemies to attack.
Time passed slowly.
A day later, the army arrived at the border of the plains... Chapter 103: Such a Grand Display, I Want to Go to the Other Side
Upon reaching the designated destination, Cocytus began to set up defensive lines according to his tactics.
The army, stretching as far as the eye could see, filled the entire plain, striking fear into anyone's heart.
After a night of traveling, it was now early morning.
The sunlight fell upon the army, reflecting golden light and highlighting the solemn faces, making the scene exceptionally grand.
No one spoke at the scene; they were quietly waiting for the prey to appear.
An open space was left in front of the great formation, where a massive magic circle was laid out.
This was a Stronghold Teleportation Magic, prepared for the massive stone giant Gargantua.
Exactly as Demiurge's intelligence suggested, the army of the Puppet Kingdom Kistav arrived at this very moment.
Their army of one hundred thousand likewise flooded toward this location in a grand procession.
Leading the charge was a vast white sea of seventy thousand skeleton soldiers, followed by a disorganized army of thirty thousand demi-humans.
Yamsa felt a bit apprehensive as he looked at the uniform ranks ahead.
But remembering that he had two big shots backing him up, he felt a bit more composed.
"My lords, the opponent's strength seems to exceed expectations."
Yamsa turned and spoke to the two big shots behind him, whose figures were completely hidden by black cloaks.
Under his cloak, Carrion felt somewhat fortunate; he had almost fallen for Clayman's trick.
He was a Demon Lord, after all, and could see through some of the opposing army's reality.
Didn't they say there would be ten thousand troops at most?
Even the Beast Kingdom couldn't field an army of two hundred thousand.
"You are the commander this time, so just do as you see fit. If necessary, we will step in."
Carrion directly passed the buck. He didn't care who did it; anyway, he had decided to just slack off on the sidelines.
As for Milim, she didn't have much of a reaction; she already knew all of this.
Since she came with the attitude of just going through the motions, she naturally wouldn't say much.
Yamsa was also somewhat helpless after receiving such a reply.
"Understood."
He knew Clayman's methods; since it was death either way, he could only brace himself and begin commanding the army to form ranks.
"All troops, form ranks!"
"Yes!" xN
After a period of chaotic commotion, the army of one hundred thousand finally looked a bit more orderly.
The two armies faced each other on the plains.
Right then, the magic circle in front of Nazarick's formation began to glow with a brilliant blue light.
Under the gaze of the three hundred thousand people present, a yellow stone giant slowly rose from within the circle.
Its tall body blotted out the sun, and the giant's eyes flickered with crimson light, radiating an intense Aura of power.
The appearance of the stone giant immediately drew everyone's gaze.
They couldn't help but swallow hard, not daring to make a move.
"Roar~!!"
The stone giant threw back its head and let out a furious roar that shook the entire wilderness.
Immediately, he raised his massive foot and stomped down hard, causing a giant fissure to crack open in the ground.
His massive body bent slightly as the Stone Giant reached out with both hands, grabbed one end of the fissure, and pulled with great force.
A square rock as large as a mountain was pulled straight out from underground and hurled into the distance.
With a thunderous boom, the rock slammed into the open space right between the two armies, sending debris flying everywhere.
The powerful gale forced Kistav's army to retreat three or four steps.
"Hiss!"
Everyone couldn't help but gasp; wasn't the Stone Giant's strength simply too terrifying?
This was the terrifying power of the Fourth Floor Guardian, Gargantua.
The matter was far from over.
The light of the magic circle shone once more; Cocytus stepped back a few paces, clearing the space directly in front.
The brilliant light faded.
The Floor Guardians of Nazarick were all present!
Mare, Aura, Demiurge, Shalltear, Albedo, and Cocytus.
Including Gargantua, the seven of them stood respectfully in a row.
And before them stood the supreme being of Nazarick.
A pitch-black robe fluttered in the wind, and ten magic rings adorned his fingers, showcasing his noble status.
A golden scepter floated slowly beside him, a staff symbolizing the power of Nazarick.
Though it was a replica, the one who could possess such a thing was naturally...
The Lord of Nazarick, the supreme being Draco!
"Super-Tier Magic! The Creation!"
Draco spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant.
In the next moment, dark clouds filled the sky and thunder rolled, as if doomsday had arrived.
In such an environment, the soldiers of Nazarick displayed qualities far beyond those of ordinary men.
They stood silently under this overwhelming pressure without uttering a single word.
"Rumble!"
The earth began to shake incessantly as ravines spread across the ground.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, the ground shattered, and countless bits of soil and stone erupted from within, covering the original soil of the plains with rock.
The split ravines gradually closed, and a set of level stairs led directly to the square boulder in the center.
Behind him, a group of soldiers clad in golden armor, carrying the banners of Nazarick, quickly ran to both sides of the stairs to welcome him.
This was a path fit for a king.
"Step!"
Draco took a step forward, leading the Guardians behind him as they slowly ascended the stairs.
The thunderclouds behind him followed his pace like a primordial beast, crushing down toward the army ahead.
The terrifying Aura made it impossible for the opposition to breathe.
Arriving at the front of the square platform, a black throne manifested behind Draco, and he sat down slowly and elegantly.
The Guardians instinctively stood on either side of the throne.
Draco looked down upon everything like a monarch.
The Grandeur
Then, with a casual wave of his hand, he cast a fourth-tier spell with ease.
Thanks to long periods of study, he could release such magic entirely at will.
Control Cloud!
Within the dark clouds, over a dozen black heads covered in human faces immediately manifested.
The black heads flew over the army of a hundred thousand and spoke.
"We are here to convey the will of the supreme being!"
"The supreme being demands a dialogue!"
"Representatives, step forward immediately!"
"Wasting time will only anger the supreme being!"
The voices rang through the sky, echoing across the battlefield and reaching the ears of every living being clearly.
Yamsa was stunned for a moment; once he recovered, he felt a slight pang of annoyance.
"Just to deliver a message, and yet they make such a huge scene..."
"Oh~ What a grand display! It looks so fun!"
Carrion and Milim said at the same time.
Milim's eyes were sparkling with stars right now; she really wanted to join the other side... In her heart, she couldn't help but curse Clayman to high heaven.
"It's all that guy's fault. If you're going to war, just go to war. Why did you call me here?!"
"Otherwise, I should be on the other side right now!!"
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