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Chapter 988: The First Victory on the Plain

Cannon No. 6 was the one Van’er had personally inspected before the attack. It sat at the far end of the battlement, and although it had taken two rounds of thrown spears, it was practically unmarked compared to the cannons the Devilbeasts had knocked over and ground into the earth. Once the crew returned to their posts, it was ready.

One minute after Van’er received the parameters, the Longsong Cannon erupted.

The target was two kilometers distant—close enough that the trajectory ran nearly flat. Both soldiers and demons heard the shell’s high whistle as it tore the air between them.

Then the demons heard the thunder.

The lord of war had returned.

At such a short distance, the cannon’s accuracy was almost surgical. The first shell landed squarely beside the crawling monster and detonated. The shockwave lifted the colossal body and flipped it over, blew the stone shell apart, and exposed the living tissue underneath. The Mad Demons clustered in its shadow for protection were taken as well—they had tucked themselves beneath the giant spider’s limbs to hide from the mortar fire, and they were still there when the blast wave ripped through. It transmitted through the crawling monster’s body and into theirs, crushing organs and bones as cleanly as a vice. When the scene settled, nothing moved.

“We made it!” Sylvie’s fist cut the air. “Next target—12′ 6″, 2,480 meters!”

“No problem. Ready in a minute!”


Meanwhile, the demons who had endured the unrelenting mortar barrage finally closed to within a kilometer of the battlement.

Everyone braced for the charge.

The demons stopped.

The whole sequence had taken less than ten minutes. The Mad Demon at the very front had come within 500 meters of the Northbound Slope, within sight of the first barbed-wire line.

He moved no further.

Without the Devilbeasts to suppress them, every machine gun squad—anti-aircraft emplacements included—trained their barrels on the massed enemy. The battlefield broke into continuous thunder.

The First Army’s equipment had improved enormously since Coldwind Ridge. Back then, HMGs had been deployed with surgical caution, their numbers limited, reserved only for the most pressing targets. Now there were no such restrictions—they could fire at any distance, at any target, without rationing the shots. This kind of unscrupulous abundance in ammunition was unlikely to be offered twice, but it was on offer today.

The zone within 500 meters of the trench became the sniper teams’ hunting ground.

Normally, a Mad Demon could breach barbed wire without effort—they could jump the fence or simply uproot the poles. But doing so required standing still, and standing still in front of top-notch snipers was both bold and fatal.

When the demons discovered they could not close to throwing range, something in them shifted—not discipline breaking but cornered-beast instinct taking over. It was not the desperation of soldiers standing their ground; it was the wild thrashing of animals that knew they were surrounded. Thousands of them died in the open around the defensive line before the remainder turned and pulled back, quickly. The machine guns did not stop the entire time. The barrels turned red.

Compared to the brutal fight at the rear, the front had been almost quiet.

Sylvie allowed herself to breathe.

She had perhaps been the only person, across the whole engagement, to understand the precise weight of the moment when the first cylinder launched and the first mortar volley answered each other in the air. At that point, the last two crawling monsters had been spinning up their magic spirals, building to full charge. The No. 1 and No. 3 Longsong Cannons had come back online in the same interval—seconds to spare, not minutes—and ended it before the second salvo fell.

Two or three seconds later, and the stone needles would have come down again.

But they had not. Mankind had won. For the first time in four hundred years, they stood on this land and had beaten the demons back from it.


Roland received the detailed report four days later.

The scale of the dead had delayed everything—it took the First Army considerable time to clean the battlefield. Following instructions from the Taquila witches, all demon bodies had to be burned before the magic stones could be stripped. Collecting the stones was not optional. The battle was not technically over until every stone was recovered; left behind, the demons would find a way to recycle them, embedding the power into new warriors.

The final count was astonishing. Approximately six thousand demons killed—more than the entire force the First Army had fielded in the engagement.

Fewer than half had been killed directly by machine guns or cannon fire. Most had run out of Red Mist on the retreat and died before they reached safety.

This did not mean the demons had been unprepared. During the post-battle sweep, the First Army found dozens of Siege Beasts that had been converted into transport carriers—and that number excluded those blasted to fragments. If the battle had gone differently, if the humans had been driven back, the demons could have slowly recharged their mist tanks and withdrawn in good order. Their swift defeat had made that impossible. There was not enough Red Mist on any demon in the field to carry them from the front back to the Taquila ruins.

“If I remember correctly, witches can operate Siege Beasts as well?” Roland said through the Sigil of Listening.

“That’s right. They’re essentially mobile magic stones.” Zooey cut in. “With a little training, any witch can handle one. They’re slow, but they can carry a great deal. The Union used them for long-distance transport in place of mules and horses.”

Roland made a mental note to hand them to the Ministry of Construction. The construction teams were always short on transport, and for city work, slow was not a flaw.

The recovered Magic Stones of Tossing were a different matter—a shame, but unavoidable. They were exclusive to demonic users; without a magic being to channel them, the stones were inert. The First Army gathered them all and destroyed them.

“One more thing,” Roland said. “How did the enemies move past Sylvie’s surveillance?”

“I’ll answer that.” Agatha cleared her throat. “After the battle, we searched the entire outpost and found an underground tunnel connecting to a cave two kilometers out. Inside the cave was an underground encampment the demons had built—a mist storage tower, a God’s Stone of Retaliation Pillar. The encampment was larger than the outpost above it. We were all deceived completely.”

Roland’s brows drew together. “A God’s Stone of Retaliation large enough to cover an entire encampment?”

“Nearly five meters in diameter,” Agatha said slowly. “Ten meters tall. The surface is as smooth as a freshly cleaved icicle. I’ve never seen anything like it—not even in the Union age. If I hadn’t stood in front of it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it was real.”

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