Chapter 584: Maybe We Are Really Bad People
When Jayne moved to sweep away the demon army, the leaders of the demon forces did not hesitate. They immediately began coordinating to rescue the trapped soldiers.
Rumble!
Swish, swish!
The ground shook violently, wild sand flew, and endless yellow dunes surged upward from the battlefield, forming a massive wave that rose into the sky.
The vast forest around Jayne began to crumble under the onslaught.
Such a surge inevitably endangered the subordinates trapped among the demon leaders. With so many troops, precise control was impossible. Yet hesitation was not an option.
Without their army, even the remaining high-level fighters could not contend with Jayne. Sacrificing some subordinates was simply a matter of trade-offs.
"Lord Jayne…" a messenger said nervously.
Near a wooden sedan, several messengers carried large wooden sedan chairs, their faces pale as they stared at the towering yellow sand. The demon leaders could not protect all their subordinates, let alone confront the magic pattern users aligned against them.
The yellow sand carried a terrifying corrosive power. Any ordinary magic pattern user caught in it would be instantly reduced to a mummy.
"Do not worry," Jayne said calmly, watching the sand begin to erode the treetops.
He was still in Sloth form and not nervous at all. Even though he was maintaining Sloth magic to trap the demon army, he could not fully free his hands to deal with the demon leaders' counterattack.
But he was not alone.
'In this case, it's time for that guy to take action.' Jayne thought.
As the waves of sand threatened to submerge everything, Jayne remained calm.
Blah, blah, blah!
Sure enough, something happened almost immediately.
Endless ocean currents surged from nowhere, rising into the sky and colliding with the falling sand waves. Their magical force neutralized the sand's corrosive power, reducing it to ordinary yellow sand.
The ocean currents completed their task, and the sand cascaded down like a torrential rain, a mixture of sand and water.
Below, the magic pattern users in the forest took shelter under thick trees and tied-up giant monsters. They stared in shock at the sand rain.
As expected, Demonic Zeno, the ace of the Chasing Light guild, had intervened.
The person acting now was the second Magic Pattern User with Demon King-level magic in the Anti-Demon Agency.
Top magic pattern users in the Agency all possessed similar power and resources. Zeno's magic had reached Demon King-level potency, and the other elite users could follow close behind if they wished.
Although Zeno had not yet been issued the S-level magic pattern badge, it was only a matter of time.
"That human!!" one demon leader shouted.
The move had been broken, leaving the demon leaders' expressions ugly. They could no longer coordinate their forces. The human side had slowed the advance and captured most of the demon army with Evergreen Tree.
Top magic pattern users now no longer needed to guard other magic users. Their attention was fully on the demon leaders. If the leaders attempted their old tricks, they risked devastating attacks from the humans.
Currently, the demon side had only fifteen top commanders left, including Erdo and three transformed monsters.
The human side, by contrast, had more than twenty A-level magic users, along with two Demon King-level users. Even with the advantage of terrain in the underground yellow sand, the demon forces could not withstand the human magic pattern users' overwhelming power.
The war had dragged on for so long that their chances of victory had sharply declined. Yet the demon leaders gritted their teeth and prepared to continue fighting. Retreat was not an option, and foreign aid remained possible.
"Really… does it feel like we've become the bad guys?" Kelly muttered.
In the Dominator's team, Kelly, dressed in women's armor, frowned, feeling strange as she saw the demon leaders' shared hatred mirrored in their opponents.
A long-legged tribesman holding a giant sword beside her replied thoughtfully: "Um…Sister, in a sense, maybe we really are the bad guys."
Kelly shook her long pink hair and stepped forward.
"Forget it. I don't want to think about that. Being able to eat on time is far more important," she said. "Hurry up and call it a day; I still want to catch my next meal."
Blah, blah, blah!
As the sand rain ceased, the silent battlefield erupted in fighting once again. The demon leaders, along with their remaining unbound troops and Demon Pattern Users, clashed with the humans.
This battle was observed by a magic pattern team stationed at the underground space's entrance and exit, using a bee scorer issued by the referee. This team was the Magic Pattern Guild known as the Recorder.
Officially, "Recorder" sounded polite; behind the scenes, they were known as a paparazzi-chasing team. Morgans led them.
The Mageweave Guild, backed by the New World's underground network and global news agencies, united to monitor the event. Although Morgans missed becoming an official of the Magic Pattern Association, he naturally invested in magic pattern users during this era of peak magic.
Magic pattern users were the dividends of the new era. Any organization ignoring them was equivalent to having its brain kicked by a donkey.
Morgans gathered intelligence from the Holy Hunt Organization and collaborated with news agencies worldwide, making the Recorder a powerful guild in its own right. Many magic pattern users were drawn to it.
Morgans' connections were formidable. Even though his men lacked strong combat power, the presence of elite magic users gave them significant influence. Currently, the Recorder had two A-level magic pattern users, making them top-tier in the magic pattern world.
"I think this time the magic pattern will come out on top," one Recorder said.
"Evergreen certainly lives up to the reputation," another added, gazing at the fighting below.
Though the battlefield was intense, the Recorders remained aware that they were participating in the Demon Hunting Ceremony. Evergreen Tree's actions had already restrained thousands of demon troops, and further efforts could significantly increase their points.
"Haha, this is nothing. The key is what happens next," another Recorder said.
Another member, dressed as a reporter with a notebook and pen, recorded the events with a smile.
Backed by major news networks, the Recorders had access to timely intelligence. In a battle this large, surprises were inevitable. The Demon King had likely been drawn to Devil God Island, and wherever he went, conflict would follow.
Exactly, what happened next would be crucial.
(End of this chapter)