The howling gale swept across the desolate land, lifting billowing dust from the cracked soil.

Grievously wounded, Xino Dragon shook his dazed bovine head and propped up his faltering body with a broken sword he had picked up at random.

A few minutes ago—

Or perhaps even longer.

He had led his troops, who had rested for half a day, in yet another charge against the Demon King Army's position, clashing with the ogre troops that came out to meet them in battle.

That battle was chaotic and dark, with blood flowing into rivers and corpses strewn across the fields...

He only remembered facing off against a creature that had chains wrapped around its waist and was wielding two rusty giant battle blades.

That guy was like a madman, charging in front of all the ogres, waving the iron chains and battle blades in his hands, sweeping away everything within attack range indiscriminately!

Xino witnessed with his own eyes at least twenty... perhaps even more ogres being turned into minced meat by the chains and blades in the creature's hands, becoming a rain of blood scattered in the air.

However, the ogres following that creature showed not fear but a fanatical gleam on their faces, their morale surging.

They didn't seem like they were on a battlefield, but rather as if they were taking part in some ceremony.

It was as if they had lost all sense of pain, without fear, even eagerly rushing towards death!

The bloody and cruel scene deeply shocked Xino, and likewise shocked the demon warriors clad in heavy armor behind him.

They felt as if they were not battling an army, but wrestling in the mire with a group of madmen who had lost their sanity.

Logically, this kind of disordered and mindless fighting style should only hasten the death of those ogres, but the reality was quite the opposite.

When a Demon Swordsman used his released Sword Qi to cut down an ogre cannon fodder, the half of the body that fell to the ground clung to his legs, and then that round and smooth head opened its gaping mouth and bit towards his thigh.

Teeth, of course, cannot bite through steel.

But the spectacle of being hugged around the thigh by a "half-bodied person" waving half a trail of intestines was enough to make his sanity plummet.

Especially when thousands of ogres all behaved the same way, those surrounding him were not just one, but a crowd!

Swinging his sword, he felt like he was not severing bodies of flesh and blood, but wriggling worms with hands and feet!

It was not just a physical torment, but also a mental one.

The madness spread like a contagious virus, not only devouring the minds of the ogres but also gnawing at the taut nerves of every warrior in the "Hell's Flames" Heavy Infantry Corps.

Under this chaotic pressure, their formation was quickly thrown into disorder.

Add to that a massive creature waving the iron chains and battle blades in its hands, whipping everything on the battlefield indiscriminately like a whip.

A Centurion attempted to stop that creature, drew his sword and charged forward, but after just a dozen or so exchanges, he was chopped into minced meat by that whistling battle blade.

The bloody scene stabbed at the nerves of all the Demon Heavy Infantry, and amidst the chaos of every man for himself, some finally began to flee... and their collapse only served to fuel the frenzied violence of that group of ogres.

Xino tried to turn the tide, to reunite the disintegrating troops, but was struck in the helmeted head by something and blacked out.

To this moment, he has no idea what hit him, or even if it was magic or a mace from the hands of an ogre.

Looking back at the situation then, he couldn't help but shiver.

That creature wielding the iron chains, its strength was definitely more than silver!

Maybe it was gold, or even platinum!

This cunning and sly Demon King...

Actually played dirty during a sacred duel! Sending reinforcements right before everyone's eyes!

Xino Dragon was fuming inside.

Though he had done similar things himself, at least he had done them covertly!

He still wasn't clear whether the young miss of the Colin Family had succeeded or not, so he restrained himself from celebrating too soon.

But if she did succeed, then perhaps the Demon King had already gone to meet the Demon God, and he could potentially win without fighting...

After enduring two unexpectedly bloody battles, Xino was beginning to consider retreat.

Especially when he realized he had nearly lost his life, he finally started to recall that war is no trifling matter.

However, when Xino looked around for the way back, he found only a deathly still Wilderness, not only devoid of familiar scenery but also lacking a single corpse.

This place...

Is it a Maze?

No—

There were no pillars connecting the ground to the dome here, and though just as desolate, it was much brighter and more spacious than inside a maze.

Relatively speaking, however, its barrenness was more severe than ever.

The dry, cracked earth seemed to have shed all its water, and the sand whipped up by the wind seemed red, faintly revealing the taste of rust, like dried blood.

He looked up, trying to find the dome in the sky, but the murky sandstorm obscured his view, causing him to involuntarily squint his eyes.

The dim light shrank into a vague point in the sky, emitting a glow not much brighter than that of a kerosene lamp.

Is that the sun?

No...

Doesn't seem like it.

Xino, who had been to the surface before, always felt that the sun in his memory was much larger than what he saw now, and its light was also much more blinding.

Just then, a piercing gust of wind blew by, the wild airflow almost knocking him to the ground, but thankfully he managed to support himself with the broken sword in hand, avoiding tipping over.

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