The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"This is the most absurd point," Luo Yan smiled faintly, continuing, "An experienced General blaming the failure on the mobility of support weapons is like blaming soldiers' heavy armor for not reaching the battlefield on time. He's not a novice; he shouldn't make such mistakes. What's crucial is, if the Imperial Artillery's smoke bombs can affect the Magic Crystal Cannon's vision, then the low-flying Griffin Knights should also be unable to see the target."

"With so many unreasonable points, I have reason to speculate that this is a premeditated political adventure, so it's reasonable for me to ask the Truth Department to step in for an investigation."

Indeed—

Though Isabelle had never been on the battlefield, hearing him say this, she vaguely sensed something unusual.

Certainly, expressing these doubts in a way that readers of the Abyss Times could understand requires some writing skill, but this is no challenge for her.

Isabelle took a deep breath, continuing onto another sensitive question.

"This is a serious accusation, and it's directed at the frontline Commanders... Aren't you afraid of offending the officials of the War Department because of this?"

"Offend?"

Luo Yan smiled faintly, his tone steady, speaking righteously.

"I don't see it as offending, nor do I think it's opposing anyone, and it's certainly not out of personal grievances that I made such accusations at the hearing. If I must find a reason, it's that the warriors' sacrifices should not be forgotten, and even less should they be a tool for some to gain political benefits."

Isabelle was slightly taken aback.

For a moment, she inexplicably felt that this was indeed what he thought.

Luo Yan gazed at the stunned lady journalist, leaning forward slightly, lowering his voice to make it sound deeper, more persuasive... and more powerful.

He wasn't speaking to the journalist in front of him, but to those languishing in the slums, those forgotten in the corners of Demon City, and those Demons and Undead attempting to numb themselves with alcohol, trying to forget the traumas from the frontline... He was looking into their eyes, speaking with their voice.

"No one understands the harshness of war better than the warriors on the frontline. I once stood in their position, and I fully understand the fear and despair in their hearts."

"The reason we can endure all of this is not because of the Nobles' honor, nor due to a meager severance pay, but because we believe that one day Hell will reclaim the old lands, rebuild the Netherworld, and take back everything Saint Sis took from us! We want the living to belong to the living, and the dead to belong to the dead... Or in other words, our willingness to offer up our lives is entirely due to our belief!"

Isabelle held her breath, instinctively noting down these words.

Sitting opposite her, Luo Yan did not stop but continued to gaze into her eyes, engraving his will deep in her Soul.

"That's the reason for my accusation."

"Those eighty thousand lives are not numbers, not tools for politicians to shirk responsibility, and certainly not a burden. Those young men come from every corner, they have families, friends, and caring relatives and neighbors... They all need an explanation."

"If no one takes care of this matter, then I will."