At dawn on the various battlefields, mid-level wizards cast spells and demonic sorcerers used their demonic spells. Everyone sought to dispose of the bodies of the dead in their own way.

Some bodies were swallowed by the earth, others were consumed by flames, and still others were dissolved by corrosive spells.

On some battlefields, imposing-looking demonic hyenas with black fur, grayish spots, and red teeth were responsible for devouring the dead.

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In the military camp led by the great demonic general Balac Sevec, in a large military tent made of luxurious materials, Balac sipped some golden liquor while looking at a map and listening to Delton Esquerer, one of his strategists.

Delton Esquerer carried a folder containing several notes. The demon was thin but had a deep gaze, with hair consisting of only 20 thick, elongated strands whose tips were green and completely covered his head. Delton, whose skin was quite grayish, wore a black tunic with red checkered patterns and on one side of the tunic he wore the emblem of the marquisate.

-General, I believe we should send more mercenaries and low-level adventurers. Although this represents a considerable expense, it will not have a major impact on the economy of our marquisate. Furthermore, there is no reason to rush into anything. This afternoon, we will receive detailed reports from other territories at war. With these reports, we will be able to estimate the enemy's strength and make decisions based on that information. We still don't know where the humans are concentrating their greatest military power," said Delton as he looked at Balac Sevec and then at the rest of the commanders present.

After hearing the strategist's position, most of the commanders talked among themselves, and since none of them wanted to lose their subordinates unnecessarily, it was finally decided that they would continue to send cannon fodder as long as the humans did not attack with a battalion that posed a real danger.

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Meanwhile, at the Sevec Marquisate camp, they discussed what tactics to use after the results of the first day, while at other military camps they also discussed their next moves or prepared for a second day of battle with more decisive military forces.

In the territory where the military camp led by the Great Demon General Galot Ertrael was located, nearly 3,000 demons were placed at the forefront by Galot's direct order.

Grand General Galot's philosophy was war, and it had always been so. Throughout his centuries of life, he had participated in countless wars and never faltered until the Republican Council announced the defeats and retreats.

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In different parts of the demon realm, they began recruiting all demons aged 20 or older who were in the second rank. It was an order from the Republican Council, with which they planned to send as much cannon fodder as possible so that the soldiers of the main armies would not be worn down until it was necessary.

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The second day of the war began, decisions were made, and some battlefields began to be bathed in the blood of the fallen long before the battles began in other territories.

The demonic commanders watching from the rear noticed how the humans continued to send in inexperienced soldiers with low power levels (first to third rank) (First circle to third circle of mana) (first Spiritual core to third Spiritual core).

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On the battlefields, spells flew back and forth, some warriors fought other warriors, and as the hours passed, chaos reigned and anyone fought any enemy.

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In the territory ruled by Galot Ertrael.

The demons commanded by mid-level subcommanders massacred the human forces in less than two hours.

After securing victory, Galot Ertrael ordered his commanders to instruct the subcommanders to retreat.

Galot was experienced; he was a warrior, not an idiot. He would not attack more than necessary.

For the rest of the day, Galot's commanders remained on alert for any possible counterattack, but the human army did not attack a second time that day.

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In the rest of the war-torn territories, the situation was the same: chaos and death on battlefields where as many demons and humans died as chaos allowed.

Amidst those bloody battlefields, talented humans and demons appeared who would have gone unnoticed had it not been for this dangerous opportunity; but what enemy would be stupid enough to allow such talents to survive? To remedy this, both humans and demons hired guilds or organizations of assassins to kill all the talents that stood out on the battlefield. In this way, both sides prevented their enemies from becoming stronger.

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Amidst death and insecurity, magical arrows with golden tips struck the demons fatally in the forehead. An archer drew arrow after arrow from her low-level magical quiver. She seemed happy from her expression; her elven blood, which had remained dormant in her semi-human body, had been awakened. She had kept her distance almost always in the rear, her fingertips bleeding from shooting, but when she reached her limit, unlike others who only died crushed after falling unconscious from fatigue or those who suffered violent magical reactions, she was lucky and her body absorbed mana by awakening her affinity with the element of light. Now the tips of her arrows were golden and traveled faster due to the blessing of light. How could she not be happy? She knew the stories of those who bathed in glory in war, becoming heroes or nobles. She already imagined a promising future as she continued to shoot arrows and kill demons.

A very fast demon dressed in dark clothing moved, camouflaged in the shadows of the dead. When he was at a distance where he was sure he would not miss, he moved quickly, took out a blowpipe, and blew. Then he ran away as fast as he could. As an assassin, his greatest characteristics were speed and stealth.

The beautiful archer had blonde hair, white skin, green eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She wore tight, elastic brown pants, boots, and a white blouse over which she wore a sturdy brown breastplate. Her body was slender, and her clothing allowed her to move with agility.

The beautiful archer had blonde hair, fair skin, green eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She wore tight, elastic brown pants, boots, and a white blouse over which she wore a sturdy brown vest. Her body was slender, and her clothing allowed her to move with agility.

She suddenly felt a sting on her neck, and a pimple grew steadily until it filled with a greenish substance. More pimples filled with green liquid began to grow painfully on the archer's body.

Terrified, she forgot her sweet, fanciful dreams and suddenly felt an irresistible itch on her neck.

"Help! Help!" she cried in fear, tears in her eyes as she looked at the human camp.

Bang! Bang!...

The grains burst one after another, leaving open, bleeding wounds. Shortly after, she died, writhing in pain.

Some humans on the battlefield who witnessed this scene felt their morale drop, which the demons did not fail to take advantage of.

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In the rear. In the human camp.

A human commander who witnessed the death of the talented archer from a distance simply said coldly:

"What a pity!"

Then that human commander calmly continued to watch the rest of the fighting that was taking place on the battlefield.

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