Lord of the Truth

Chapter 1047: Amon's thoughts



"Send more reinforcements to the left flank! The left flank is falling!"

"Our men there are strong; they'll think of something!"

"The right flank is about to collapse too!"

"What are you doing over there? Get us more food! Hah hah hah!"

"....." Amon stood still next to the portals, his hearts pounding heavily at times and stopping at others.

His entourage around him was divided. Some averted their gaze from the losses they were suffering, hoping for the best. To them, the lives of their demon brothers were of no value. The rapid growth of their younglings and their vast numbers had ingrained in them from birth the notion that a demon's life was less significant than a good meal to strengthen another demon. So, it didn't matter if large numbers died as long as their enemies also perished. The other part of Amon's entourage noticed what was happening. They understood that the problem didn't end with the number of dead but extended to the potential for defeat and annihilation. They were indeed trying to find solutions, but foolish, weightless ones. What could Amon do when hearing, "The left flank needs reinforcements"? Where would he get reinforcements from?!

"Go and help them! What are you doing standing next to me? Go!" When Amon had enough of the chatter and realized his advisors wouldn't give him any good counsel, he started pushing them toward the battle, even kicking one of them on the backside.

Amon returned to silence, watching his nine advisors-high-ranking demon emperors- making their way to the battlefield. This was the last reinforcement he could think of.

Sixty minutes had passed since the battle began, and thirty minutes since the Supreme General Sakaar requested a reprieve. So far, roughly 500,000 soldiers from the Great Serpent Empire had arrived, along with 700 martial emperors, with more generals, and ships. And more were still coming.

In contrast, the entire army Amon had planned to bring-300,000 demons and 300 demon emperors-had all arrived. The portals had stopped, no longer producing anyone.

The power disparity was simply immense, but there were two reasons preventing the complete collapse of the demon army.

The first was the Warlords. The Warlords had managed to destroy the central defensive formations a few minutes ago, opening a path for the demons. Although, as expected, the imperial guards rallied against them, pushing them back and isolating them from the fight. Still, they managed to separate around 100 imperial guards from the battle.

The second reason was the sheer scale of the battle, involving hundreds of thousands of soldiers, military formations, and more. This alone was enough to make the fight stretch on for days under normal circumstances. But today was not a normal day.

The Great Serpent Empire's army was trying to end the battle as quickly as possible; They were using some sort of technique that temporarily boosted their strength. Each time one of their soldiers used it, they managed to kill two or three demons before stopping! Currently, the generals of the Great Serpent Empire's army were executing an insidious strategy. After the Warlords obliterated the central formations, allowing the demons to pour through, the Empire's generals began reinforcing the flanks and gradually tightening the battlefield. They deliberately pushed the combatants toward the edges, advancing those flanks inch by inch, herding the demons like prey toward a trap. In a matter of minutes, the strategy would reach its climax. Once complete, the Great Serpent Empire's forces would successfully encircle the demon army from the rear, cutting off any hope of retreat or reinforcement.

In such a dire situation, an instant spatial portal could have been a lifeline. But the spatial lock imposed on the area was unyielding, rendering any such escape utterly impossible.

Once the demons' main force was surrounded, the floodgates would open for the Great Serpent Empire's army. They would stream into the city without resistance, and at that point, the war would reach its bitter and inevitable conclusion.

Crack! Amon's fists clenched so tightly that his fingers almost shattered under the strain. His mind raced as he grappled with the impossible situation before him. The only viable solution that came to mind was summoning the remaining demon forces stationed in the south.

Roughly 150,000 soldiers and 100 demon emperors still remained there. If he brought them here, it wouldn't be enough to tip the scales in their favor or secure a victory, but it might buy them the precious time needed to hold out until Supreme General Sakaar's promised deadline. But... such a move would have devastating consequences. It would unravel the intricate plan that Supreme General Sakar had painstakingly orchestrated to hold back the southern army of the Great Serpent Empire.

Amon didn't fully understand how Sakaar had managed it, but he had somehow negotiated with the Seventh Prince, the commander of the Empire's southern army, to keep his forces anchored in the southern region no matter the circumstances.

Sakaar had issued explicit instructions: a portion of the demon army must always remain stationed in the south, maintaining the illusion for Pythor, the ruler of the Great Serpent Empire, that his son, the Seventh Prince, was genuinely engaged in battle there. This deception was crucial. If the ruse was uncovered, Pythor would likely issue commands to his other sons, ordering them to isolate the Seventh Prince and mobilize the army.

The Great Serpent Empire's southern army was colossal-600 martial emperors, half a million soldiers adept in law manipulation, 11 generals, and 100 imperial guards. It was nearly identical in size to the forces Amon was currently facing.

If Amon withdrew his southern forces and the worst came to pass-if the southern army of the Great Serpent Empire marched northward-the demons would be utterly annihilated.

Amon's gaze shifted toward the heart of the besieged city.

Cesare, Richard, and Hulak were locked in legendary duels against enemy marshals, their clashes shaking the very fapric of space. Meanwhile, Supreme General Sakaar was waging his own war against 400 high-ranking martial emperors, flanked by the ancient and awe- inspiring Tree Father. Everything happening inside the city was a spectacle of raw power and defiance.

These were the pivotal figures of the battlefield, each a force unto themselves, each engaged in a titanic struggle.

"Give me an hour, and I'll kill these 400 high-ranking martial emperors and come to assist you."

Such words were beyond belief. Kill 400 high-ranking martial emperors? Even the mighty five Warlords were struggling to hold their ground against just 100 of them! And then come assist in halting an army numbering in the hundreds of thousands, bolstered by a thousand martial

emperors?

What kind of arrogance fueled Sakaar to speak such words?

Sakaar... He was a demon, just like him. A few decades ago he was trying to hide in caves to keep his life, just like him. Why is there so much gap between them now!?

"... What am I doing here?" Amon muttered under his breath, the weight of his inadequacy crashing down on him. His legs began to move, almost of their own accord. "I'm no strategist. I'm a warrior."

With a resounding BOOM, Amon launched himself into the fray, his figure a blur of raw power and determination as he charged headlong into the battlefield.