"Please lend me your strength!"

"I, Alex Spinor—a name destined to become legendary, swear to you! I will advance or retreat together with you, never abandoning you!"

Perhaps it was the influence of Earl Spinor, or perhaps that inspiring speech truly moved those fired up with zeal; people holding weapons began to approach him, and under Alex's command, they formed into a crooked line.

A swaggering mercenary walked up to Alex, extending his right hand.

"I hate show-offs, and I despise you nobles born with a silver spoon even more... But unfortunately, my boss died back in the town, and compared to other ambiguous guys commanding us, you might indeed be a bit more reliable."

"Thank you!" Alex reached out to shake his hand, but the mercenary just high-fived him, then returned to his formation.

The man patted his shoulder-mounted musket, whistling softly.

"Let me know when you need him!"

Alex clenched his fist, smiling as he said.

"Absolutely!"

More and more people chose to stand with him, tapping fists with the newly appointed commander before joining the formation.

"Good luck, young Spinor!"

"I've fought under your father before, hoping for the son to live up to the father."

"If I die, remember to take my adventurer card back, the adventurer guild at Thunder City must know what I did for them."

Watching those eyes shift from doubt to trust, from seeing a madman to seeing a lunatic, Alex felt a surge of emotion swell in his heart.

He had succeeded!

Had he really achieved it?!

Even he could hardly believe it: Alex, who had only barely managed to maintain the formation by relying on his family's prestige, had now unified a troop of over a hundred men with his own strength!

Even if it was a unity born of dire circumstances!

Phinis looked excitedly at the maturing young master, while Xiu Wen cast him looks of admiration.

Even the Trident Knights, along with their leader Charles, were all sending him approving looks.

The Knights' style of combat was different from that of mercenaries, even assigning a Knight to lead them hardly prevent them from becoming a burden on the battlefield.

That's why having a noble who had once commanded an army and been an adventurer was the perfect captain for them at this time.

After the pre-battle mobilization was complete, Charles turned to the man beside him, suspected to be—or actually—the Demon King.

"Do you need to say something to your subordinates?"

He was curious.

About how the Demon King's army usually mobilized for war.

Facing Charles' well-meaning reminder, Luo Yan just smiled faintly, turned around, and walked towards his troops, leaving him a towering back.

"Demon King—"

"No need for words."

Ignoring Charles' astonished expression, Luo Yan, who had just openly revealed his identity to him alone, returned to the front of his minions and waved his hand.

"Advance!"

His majestic and imposing voice pierced through the entire forest, swiftly followed by the deafening scraping of bones!

That torrential creaking sound was like thousands of trees breaking, like the cries of the earth being torn apart.

Countless monsters charged into the battlefield at his command, without a second of hesitation!

The adventurers witnessing all this were utterly shocked, and immensely grateful that these creatures were on their side in this battle!

And the most astonished were the Trident Knights.

In their eyes, the Demon King's army had never been so united...

Charles could only comfort himself inwardly.

The difficulty in organizing an army of a million was different from that of a troop of less than ten thousand.

The reason this Demon King's army showed such cohesion was merely because there were not enough monsters yet...

In the shadows of the forest, Sarah quietly walked up to Luo Yan's side.

It wasn't just her.

The lord of the first level of the labyrinth, Octo, and the Clan Leader Zerick, also appeared, standing on either side of the Demon King.

Then, the earth began to tremble, and a huge Earth Cave Spider's head drilled up from the ground, lifting Luo Yan from the surface on its broad back.

Spitting out a mouthful of mud, Alakdo spoke fearfully.

"Lord Demon King, your servant has arrived late!"

Luo Yan laughed heartily.

"How so? Rather, you've arrived just in time."

As Alakdo emerged from the ground, lifting him, he turned, looking down at those tense faces and slowly began to speak.

"We will handle the front line."

"As for the flanks—"

"That's up to you."

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