On the other side, Demiurge, having received Draco's message, curled his lips into a confident smile.
He lightly pushed up his circular-framed glasses and then issued orders to the perfectly aligned army behind him.
"For Nazarick, for the supreme being, charge, our brave warriors!!"
"Roar—!!"
"Kill!!!"
With Demiurge's angry shout, the entire army let out an earth-shattering roar and surged toward the Puppet Kingdom Kistav like a tide.
This time, a blitzkrieg was being implemented. To achieve the fastest marching speed, Demiurge did not bring the 100,000 demi-human army.
He only brought twenty thousand Sky Knights, fifty thousand beastmen, and twenty thousand magic troops.
Furthermore, the slower magic troops all used flying beasts for transport, striving to reach the royal capital as quickly as possible.
Mare lightly waved the Staff of the World Tree in his hand, casting the high-tier magic 'Cloud Control'; a black thundercloud rose into the air carrying Shuna, Souei, and Demiurge, heading directly for the Puppet Kingdom Kistav.
Clayman, who had just been picked up by Raine, could never have imagined that his home base was being raided... on a certain mountain path in the Jura Forest.
Hinata was leading twenty thousand B-rank Temple Knights and three hundred A+ rank Holy Knights toward the Jura Tempest Federation.
Hinata had originally thought that traveling through the forest would be difficult and might buy them some time.
However...
When they entered the forest, a clean and beautiful flat walkway paved with floor tiles appeared before everyone's eyes.
Even the habitually calm Hinata's brow twitched when she saw this walkway leading directly to the Jura Tempest Federation.
Which 'genius' was responsible for this? A journey that would have taken at least a month at the fastest had been forced down to less than ten days to reach the destination.
"Achoo!"
At the scene of an unknown tea party, Rimuru, who had just sat down, suddenly sneezed.
"Who's thinking of me?"
Rimuru murmured under his breath.
He rubbed his nose, paid it no mind, and continued to scan the surroundings, observing the Demon Lords arriving one after another... just as a great war was on the verge of breaking out...
Somewhere in the Kingdom of Farmus, a kingdom that had suffered much devastation.
Journalists from all over the world, with their hands tied and mouths gagged, were crouching in the middle of an empty building, looking anxiously into the distance, hoping for a miracle to descend.
Not long ago, while they were preparing to return to their respective countries with the latest news from the Kingdom of Farmus, a group of men in black who appeared out of nowhere captured them all.
Inside the dim room, the door was slowly opened, followed by the angry shouting of a man.
"You idiots! Didn't I tell you to kill all these people? Why did you bring them back?"
"Sorry, sir, we couldn't do it."
A somber voice rang out.
Hearing this, the man addressed as'sir' flew into a rage, yet he still suppressed his emotions.
"What's the reason?"
"Without them, how could we lure you out?"
The somber voice replied.
"Damn it."
The man cursed.
Realizing he had fallen into an ambush, he immediately turned his head, preparing to leave the room.
However, the moment he was about to cross the threshold, he suddenly froze, standing stiffly in place as if turned to stone.
"Wha... What's going on?"
He stared blankly at a man in a black suit who appeared outside the door. "Who are you?"
"I've caught a little mouse."
A playful expression played across Diablo's face.
The journalists, who were originally tied with ropes, now broke free one after another and took out their cameras. The "click-click" of the flashes illuminated the dim room brightly.
"You guys...?!"
The man asked in terror, having clearly guessed something.
"Congratulations, you guessed right."
Diablo extended his right hand and waved it before the man's eyes. The skill effect of 'Tempter' activated, and the person before him was instantly controlled by Diablo.
Everything before them was within Diablo's plan.
After teleporting from the Jura Tempest Federation to Farmus, he immediately gathered his subordinates stationed in the kingdom and dispersed them to find the journalists who had just left the royal capital.
He then controlled the mysterious people who had come to kill the journalists and had the journalists cooperate in acting out a play.
Only then did the current scene come to pass.
Subsequently, under the questioning of the journalists, the man revealed the various truths of the matter in full detail.
Ultimately, the finger was pointed at the Rozo Clan.
Diablo's gaze turned cold.
"So it's these fellows who made me lose face before Lord Rimuru."
Diablo clenched his fist, and a wave of monstrous murderous intent spread out from him.
His heart beat violently, his blood flow accelerated, and his muscles tensed all over.
This extreme sense of excitement made Diablo want to tear these people apart immediately, then trample them ruthlessly and let them taste the full measure of pain.
But he held back.
Not only did he not lose his mind, but he became increasingly calm instead.
He had only caught one little mouse; there was too little information about the Rozo Clan, and acting rashly would only alert the enemy.
"The game of cat and mouse has begun."
Diablo's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous glint.
After obtaining this explosive news, the journalists couldn't wait to return to their respective news agencies to publish it.
For their safety, Diablo dispatched his subordinates to escort them all the way back to their countries.
Before long, a newspaper headline titled'Shocking! The True Culprit Behind the Internal Strife in the Kingdom of Farmus is Actually the Mysterious Rozo Clan' would spread rapidly throughout the world.
Diablo did not return to the Jura Tempest Federation; instead, he began to follow the clues to investigate information on the Rozo Clan... Meanwhile, in the Jura Forest, at a certain plain on the outskirts of the Jura Tempest Federation.
Benimaru stood at the front, flanked by the various unit commanders, as the army stood ready in strict formation.
At that moment, Souka's figure abruptly teleported in front of Benimaru.
"Lord Benimaru, the enemy army will arrive at the battlefield in 30 minutes."
"I understand."
Benimaru nodded calmly.
As expected, it was exactly as Souka's intelligence had predicted.
Thirty minutes later.
At the border of the Jura Tempest Federation, the armies of the two nations faced each other.
Hinata appeared on the battlefield leading a large army clad in silver-white armor.
Seeing the solemn and majestic monster army standing on the battlefield with surging battle intent, a hint of a conspiratorial smile curled on Glenda's lips.
"Lord Hinata, you see? The monsters are indeed gathering a large army, preparing to attack the human nations."
Glenda said this both for Hinata to hear and to inform the Holy Knights beside her.
The implication was that the news sent back by Lecim was correct; they were an army of justice, the protectors of humanity, and the Monster Country had to be destroyed.
No one could stop the Rozo Clan's forward march.
As a ruler of the Rozo Clan and a subordinate of Granbell, Glenda's mission was to lead the Holy Knights to launch a Holy War against the Jura Tempest Federation.
So far, the plan was going quite smoothly.
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