The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

It's an illusion!

He suddenly realized, but it was already too late. He could only look back pleadingly, hoping for the military chaplain to act.

However, there was no military chaplain; the one following the civilian corps into battle was merely one of the Demon King's corpse ghosts.

Even his most trusted Sheriff Adela had become a servant of the Demon King, and was among the first to sell their soul...

Standing in the queue, the "Shield Dropper" Hephael widened his eyes, watching in disbelief as the cavalry charging into the skeleton sea were pulled off their warhorses and pinned to the ground in mere moments, like water splattered on a hot pan.

This wasn't the end.

The respected Baron Ges staggered to his feet after falling from his horse, and like a soulless man, walked to a pine tree, knelt in the snow, and repeatedly slapped himself.

A little demon sat on a tree branch, its legs crossed like lotus root segments, yawning with boredom as it watched him.

The battlefield was eerily silent.

The morale of the militiamen began to waver, trembling as they took steps backward, almost unable to suppress their inner fear.

The morale of these farmers wasn't high to begin with.

Not to mention, most of them were dragged from their homes early in the morning, given a flintlock gun, and then followed the sheriff onto the battlefield, half dazed.

From a distance, Adela's gaze met with a pair of scarlet eyes, and he instantly understood the sardonic smile in them.

'Do you want to try it too?'

Adela didn't dare.

"Retreat!!"

Without a moment's hesitation, he shouted to the soldiers behind him.

As soon as his voice fell, the assembled militia scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing from the pine forest in the blink of an eye...

Behind the wooden fence in the distance, the players disappointedly lowered their weapons.

Want to be a corpse: "Damn!"

Procrastinating Potato in the Office: "We came all this way, why not fight?"

Urban Vassal: "This is way too weak!"

Emotionally Stable: "I was just getting fired up!"

Floating in midair, the ghost Robert looked at these restless undead with a gaze like one would use for monsters, unable to understand what these guys regretted.

Isn't eternal rest without disturbance a good thing?

Who looks forward to someone coming to blow up their grave...

However, just then, he suddenly noticed that the person kneeling in the snow, slapping themselves, looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, it was the lord of Silver Pine Town.

Robert's expression changed slightly, and his head nearly fell off from tension.

"That guy seems to be a baron of the Campbell Duchy...that Lord Ges, you might be in trouble."

"Trouble?"

Hearing his muttering, the little demon player floating in the sky raised an eyebrow, eager to try.

"We wish more would come."

I'll form the crotch: "Exactly! If the game developers have the guts, spawn more!"

Robert: "..."

...

Because Sheriff Adela led the escape to the south, the militia, having lost their backbone, collapsed like a defeated mountain; many even lost their shoes while running.

Returning to town, Adela immediately wrote a letter and sent it to Baron Ges's manor, blaming the failure on the enemy's strategy and insufficient troops, and notifying families to prepare for the worst.

Falling into the hands of the Demon King, the chances are bleak.

As the militia, having discarded their weapons, returned to town, the news of Baron Ges's defeat spread like wildfire, causing immediate uproar among the townspeople, and a growing sense of panic.

Nobody liked the miserly Baron Ges, but they feared even more the resurgence of the Demo King in the labyrinth.

Meanwhile, adventurers in the tavern were also in heated discussion, some even eager to test their might.

If they could rescue Baron Ges from the labyrinth, surely his family would be willing to pay a hefty ransom.

Moreover, they could gain the friendship of the nobles.

Historically, a life as an adventurer isn't sustainable, and if one couldn't slay the Demon King to become the Chosen One, becoming friends with those Chosen Ones was not a bad option.

"Anyone want to accompany me to the labyrinth?" In the Silver Pine Path Tavern, a young man with a bright gaze thumped the table and stood up.

The adventurers nearby glanced at him as if looking at a freak.

"To the labyrinth? Now?"

"Save it, I've never seen anyone taken away come back."

The young man argued.

"There is still a chance now. Before the Baron is taken deeper into the labyrinth, we might be able to rescue him from the demons!"

A middle-aged man with an iron helmet shook his head and said with a sneer.

"Go if you want, but I don't want to mess with those dangerous guys. I'm just trying to make a living venturing into the labyrinth."

Fighting with regular troops is the work of the Trident Knights.

Anyway, the Duke of Campbell will step in.

If that person is important enough...

Amidst the chatter, Baron Ges's domain was filled with tension and fear.

Especially his manor.

As Adela's letter arrived and was opened, the Baron's wife fainted on the spot.

The Baron's children were at a loss, unsure of how to deal with the sudden bad news. The entire manor echoed with cries, whether genuinely or not, the servants all wore expressions of utter despair.

At this moment, the princess's carriage arrived outside the manor.