The Holy Light shone brilliantly, and demonic energy surged as muscles throbbed in rhythm!

Three thousand Demon Armor troops rampaged like tigers among sheep, slaughtering in the enemy's ranks!

The more they killed, the stronger their blessings became, and their combat power soared dramatically.

At first, the Golden Species could match them, briefly holding back these demons clad in Holy Light.

But in the later stages, they all just awaited their doom as if they had lost all will to resist!

Led by the leader, the three thousand Demon Armor troops shattered the enemy ranks, nearly annihilating them.

The remaining soldiers had their fighting spirit completely crushed and fled back toward their fortress.

However, what they didn't know was that their comrades inside the fortress, who witnessed the entire battle, were even more terrified than they were.

They firmly shut the fortress gates, ignoring the cries and curses from their own people outside, refusing to open them.

Who's joking? With such an enemy and such a bizarre situation, who dared to open the gates?

"Quick, request backup from headquarters!"

The fortress leader, half scared to death, tasted fear once more despite being an Immortal Creature for so many years.

"Damn it, where did these lunatics come from? Even in the Nether Beach, this is too inexplicable!

What are you dazing for? Hurry up and request reinforcement!"

"General! Look! What is that?"

The Skeleton Guard beside him was so frightened that all his bones rattled, pointing shakily at the distance as if witnessing some indescribable horror.

The general quickly turned to look and, through the fortress's lookout, was shocked to see that in the enemy's camp, several flesh-and-blood cannons had appeared out of nowhere.

"This! Where did it come from? Where did it come from? When I looked just now, there were none! How did so many heavy weapons appear in the blink of an eye?"

The nearby guard, swallowing nonexistent saliva, cried as he explained: "General, I saw it.

These cannons grew out of them!"

"Nonsense! Even for Immortal Creatures of the Undead Species, sprouting magic cannons from their bodies is too exaggerated!"

But other guards with strange expressions testified one after another: "General, they indeed grew out.

If you don't believe it, count them. Each combat unit corresponds to a flesh-and-blood cannon!"

The general threw his helmet on the ground, roaring furiously.

"Count! I count you ***@#%&%*! I can't be bothered to count!"

In fact, these flesh-and-blood cannons indeed grew from the three thousand Demon Armor troops.

However, they weren't purely flesh-and-blood cannons, as they were interwoven with a large amount of Magic Mushroom Fungus.

And the energy source was the unused Holy Light.

As soon as the battle began, when a Demon Armor troop killed the first Undead Species enemy, they temporarily received a blessing from the Holy Light.

But by the end of the war, after all the enemies were slain, there was inevitably leftover Holy Light.

If it wasn't vented, the Holy Light would be extinguished by the Netherworld's Laws.

Waste one share of Holy Light per Demon Armor, and three thousand Demon Armors equal three thousand shares!

Lette felt a pang of heartache thinking about it.

Waste is shameful! It mustn't be wasted!

Based on this design principle, Lette included a weapon printing function when creating the Mushroom Armor.

This way, in the later stages of a war, they could deliver the final blow to the fleeing enemy!

If the battle wasn't favorable, they could switch to defending against enemy advances, giving their side a chance to escape.

As for now?

Of course, fire the cannons freely and cover the area with direct firepower.

"No need to aim."

Lette stood at the far rear of the camp, giving a direct order to the Demon Leader.

"If accuracy is lacking, rely on volume. If one round isn't enough, fire several more.

Fire at will!"

"Fire!!!"

With the Demon Leader's roar, three thousand flesh-and-blood cannons fired simultaneously!

The surging Holy Light rained down like a storm on the fortress, unleashing its suppressive effect thoroughly.

All the Defense Barriers were as thin as paper, torn apart by the artillery barrage.

The exposed fortress itself was bombarded alternately by the Demon Power shells and Power of Undead shells, turning into ruins in the blink of an eye.

The unlucky survivors of this devastating barrage didn't even have time to scream before they saw three thousand Demon Armor troops charge toward them.

At that moment, they cursed themselves for not having more legs!

"Charge! Flatten this place!"

Euphoric, the Demon Leader commanded his subordinates to launch a fierce attack.

Lette followed casually behind the main force, taking a few steps to leap onto the highest point of the fortress ruins, gazing toward the next target.

Standing there, he could just catch a glimpse of the journey the three thousand Demon Armor troops were about to undertake.

And at the end of this journey was Lette's ultimate goal, a Desecrated Temple.

Actually, if he wanted, Lette could have gone alone and attacked directly, like a beheading strategy, killing off the Apostle of Truth stationed there.

However, Lette chose the current tactic of pushing forward head-on.

The reason is simple, he wanted to set an example for the entire Nether Beach.

To tell everyone one thing – the Gate of Truth is nothing remarkable.

Over the long years, the Gate of Truth had established a firm prestige in the Nether Beach.

If they couldn't break that prestige, trying to rally other forces to attack them in the chaos would be a baseless notion.

A beheading tactic, though simple and effective, wouldn't achieve the effect Lette wanted.

Only by defeating them head-on, especially when our forces vastly outnumbered theirs, achieving victory in an exaggerated way that would turn them into a laughingstock, nailed to a pillar of shame, could achieve such an effect.

"Divine Envoy! Punish us, please!"

As Lette looked into the distance, the Demon Leader led the three thousand Demon Armor troops who had just ended their battle to kneel before Lette.

"We dared to question the divine decree of the God, maliciously interpreting the commands of the Divine Envoy, it's an unforgivable sin!

Please, no matter what, punish us!"

Lette clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the demons, and suddenly smiled: "How do you find the Magic Armor?"

"Useful! Once worn, it felt like divine assistance, a continuous surge of power, it's simply made for war!

With the God's blessed Magic Armor, we can dedicate victory after victory to the great God!"

Lette was very satisfied with this response: "You have sinned, but it's not a bad thing.

Today, wearing the Magic Armor for the first time, you achieved such a brilliant record, which is closely related to your monent of guilt and repentance.

It is precisely this belief in atonement that has made you resolute and overwhelmingly strong.

Therefore, I won't punish you; I want you to always carry this guilt and win one victory after another.

Use these victories to offset your sins.

Therefore, I'll call it the Atonement Crusade!

Warriors! With this as your starting point, embark on your journey of atonement!

The next target is the enemy's Netherworld Horse Farm!

We want to acquire our own mounts there."

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.