The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"It's the Wind Knights of the Wind Roar Tribe! A scout spotted Urga's face, it seems that guy is personally leading the team, circling around near us."

Urga?

The barbarian leader?

Kuchal chuckled, but his face didn't show much friendliness, like seeing a fly in his soup.

"It seems it's not just us who are interested in those outsiders who landed on the shoreline."

The warrior clad in heavy armor hesitated in his expression, then continued in a deep voice.

"I'm worried they might team up with the outsiders against us."

"Team up? Just those few insects?" Kuchal scoffed, leaning back slightly in the seat on the Dragon Turtle's back, "Let them come together, it'll save us the trouble of scouring the hills for them... go, keep two scouts watching them."

"Yes!"

The heavy-armored warrior acknowledged and returned to the marching ranks.

Kuchal refocused his gaze ahead, intending to close his eyes for a moment to gather strength for the slaughter to come... Until suddenly, in the shadow under the forest ahead, he caught sight of a standing figure!

It was a tall Lizardman Corpse Ghost, with ashen scales that were dry and cracked, and lifeless eyes like a corpse.

He was clad in old but sturdy metal armor, holding tightly in his right hand a massive Black Iron Long-handled Battleaxe, its blade entangled with bizarre dark green runes, emanating a strong death aura from head to toe.

Facing the might of thirty thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers, he stood there brazenly on the marching route, without a trace of fear.

Kuchal quickly sat up straight, his face darkened with a growing sense of unease.

He hadn't received any warning from the scouts, yet this Corpse Ghost suddenly appeared here, which was clearly odd. Still, his pride wouldn't allow him to show any signs of retreat; he waved a hand to signal the vanguard to halt, riding forward on the Dragon Turtle that resembled a war elephant.

"What are you?" Kuchal raised his chin slightly, looking down haughtily as if at prey walking directly into a trap.

He hoped to provoke the opponent into attacking first to gauge their strength, but his plan fell flat.

The Lizardman Corpse Ghost wasn't angered by his arrogance, his indifferent expression seemed to regard him as an insect instead, which only sparked an unnameable fury in Kuchal's heart.

"Octo."

"Octo? Is that your name?" Kuchal burst out laughing, continuing with a mocking tone, "I asked what breed you are, not your name... I don't care what dead people are called."

Unconcerned by the Lizardman's interruption, Octo continued speaking at a calm pace.

"...The overlord of the first layer of the Great Tomb Maze, I'm here under Lord Demon King's orders to advise you to surrender. If you capitulate now, you can avoid death."

The air went eerily silent for a moment.

Until a boisterous laugh echoed through the forest.

"Hahahahaha!"

Seated on the Dragon Turtle, Kuchal suddenly burst into laughter, and the Armored Dragon Soldiers beside him couldn't suppress their grins.

If not for the discipline of the Armored Dragon Army, they might have laughed out loud along with their General.

Surrender?

To a bunch of ants?

"Such arrogance!"

Kuchal suddenly stopped laughing, glaring at the one called Octo, his scaled face twisted into a ferocious expression.

"It's a pity that even if you surrender, we won't spare you. The moment your filthy claws touched this land, your fate was sealed — you shall be sacrifices to the great dragon, only then can the sins in your souls be cleansed!"

Saying so, he pulled out the obsidian battle axe hanging on the Dragon Turtle, kicking its back heel to spur it into a charge.

"With your blood—"

"You will be the first offering!"

The Dragon Turtle, like a war elephant, charged forward with heavy strides, shaking the entire ground under its immense weight.

The grass flattened, trees were toppled!

The Armored Dragon Soldiers gathered before the formation instinctively made way for their General, watching the mountain-like Dragon Turtle trampling towards the unseeing Corpse Ghost!

Watching the motionless Lizardman Corpse Ghost, Kuchal assumed the creature was petrified, his face already showing a victorious expression.

Then suddenly, his vision blurred.

The imposing figure suddenly launched into the air like a speeding crossbow bolt, dragging a surge of immense force towards Kuchal's face!

No time to hesitate, Kuchal swung his Obsidian Battleaxe instinctively, striking in front of him.

Bang——!

The sound of sharp weapon collision reverberated widely, he felt as though his axe had struck a mountain, the massive impact almost numbing his arm.

Feeling the pain ripping through his palm, Kuchal looked in astonishment at the Lizardman Corpse Ghost standing at the forefront of the turtle shell, his eyes filled with shock.

That strength... can the undead have it?!

Octo expressionlessly looked at him, waving the battle axe in his hand, assuming a combat stance again as the icy blade reflected a ghostly green light once more.

Looking at the rows of strange runes appearing on the axe blade, Kuchal became increasingly panicked, and at that moment, a sharp cracking sound came from his own battle axe.

Cracks spread across the axe blade like a spider web, and suddenly shattered to pieces on the ground like a broken glass bottle!