I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

The mud, a mixture of yellow and black, seemed to have died. ‘6’ ‘9’ ‘s’ ‘h’ ‘u’ ‘x’ ‘.’ ‘c’ ‘o’ ‘m’

It lay still in the Forbidden Forest, occasionally spurting out loess and shadows, lost in some kind of pleasurable dream.

This was, of course, not the effect of Li Yue's Nightmare Eye, but rather the Staff of Deception combined with Source, immersing Erhe in the battlefield he desired, unable to extricate himself.

Erhe had already been badly beaten in the arena. The previous escape, return, and summoning had further depleted his physical and mental strength. He was no longer the vigorous Qihe who had stood on the barren land at the beginning.

Although Li Yue had distanced himself from the Library, the malice he had just received from the live broadcast had nowhere to be vented, so he exchanged a large amount of Source and sacrificed it to the Staff of Deception.

Taking from the people and using it for the people.

Li Yue used the Staff of Deception to control Erhe.

Of course, this control was not as stable as the Nightmare Eye—the earth and dark elements that Erhe spurted out would cause great damage to the Forbidden Forest, like the tail of a dragon.

Therefore, Yingying's cooperation was needed.

Nolamore, as he had done in the arena, tore at the churning yellow and black, confining Erhe to a hundred-meter radius and pushing him out of the Forbidden Forest.

In Qihe's perception, the Forbidden Forest was being bombarded by aerial fleets, relentlessly digging into the surface, heading straight for the Demon King's City under the Eternal Night, opening a passage to break through the city.

In the passage, the vanguard army and the summoned creatures formed a sharp blade, inch by inch piercing the heart of the Demon King's City.

First piercing through the arena, then piercing through the Throne Room…

Of course, all of this was just Qihe's fantasy.

In reality, the vanguard army had sunk into a deeper quagmire of war.

The moment it entered the Forbidden Forest, the tip of the sharp blade encountered an egg.

The particles on the egg blossomed, piecing together a drill bit, first cracking the light shield, and then riding on a bone ship, swimming in and forcibly cutting the vanguard army's formation.

"Gods!"

The Bone Chariot Sect of the South set up altars, brushing countless Great Treasures for the bone ship and the egg, while also using the bridge built by Red-robed Bishop Redcoat to coat the egg with a layer of bone color.

The vanguard army's formation was torn apart. Before it could regroup, it saw a wall in front of it.

A wall composed of Copper-0 tanks.

Dozens of Copper-0 tanks erupted with sounds no less than bone-guided cannons, delineating a line of death for the Imperial Army.

Whether it was the explosion of hand cannons, the swords of knights, or the destruction magic of mages, falling on the high-density self-healing bones was like washing the Copper-0 tanks.

Moreover, these tanks had a temper, spitting fire, spitting electricity, and even eating people.

The Imperial Army could not advance an inch.

Immediately afterward, they encountered endless skeletons.

The bone mages of the Library, who had been buried underground in the Forbidden Forest in advance, under the leadership of Galarick, summoned three hundred warriors, summoned skeletons that had become nutrients for the trees, summoned bone dragons, overturned the ground, and invaded the vanguard army's formation.

The Imperial Army had, of course, encountered this situation before—for thousands of years, humans and demons had fought in this way. At this time, the knight-dominated Imperial Army encountered a sea of skeletons, even with a bit of retro familiarity.

But even though they were skeletons, these were different.

Skeleton warriors, knights, and bone dragons were all clad in bone armor, which was originally a bit cumbersome.

But when the Imperial Army discovered that they were indifferent to the hand cannon attacks of the steam machine soldiers and began to become invisible, they felt a completely new experience.

Bone-1 Creation Armor.

After the Copper Spoon studied the otherworld demon with a body of alloy in structural enhancement, the Bone-1 Creation Armor completely exceeded the Imperial Army's cognition in terms of structure and protection. Swords and guns were ineffective.

And the invisibility effect brought by the photon pigment could not even be recognized by the clockwork soldiers—they could materialize a vision targeting bones, but in front of them were vast amounts of bones, dazzling.

Some clockwork soldiers even crashed because of this.

At the same time, the skeletons did not devour the Imperial Army's formation with swords as in history, but constantly projected large and small bone bullets, blooming flower seas inside the sharp blade.

Bone-guided cannons stopped, but bone bullets did not, instead destroying the vanguard army's formation in a more troublesome way.

Faced with the unknown, the courage of humans began to wane.

Especially when the brainlings wearing Brain-1 prototypes and the evilhorn beasts with Evil-1 saddles emerged from the broken tree trunks, the cracked ground, and the mist deep in the forest, this incomprehension reached its peak.

After adding the "lightweight" effect, the Brain-1 prototype was already a fully covering brainling armor, and the Evil-1 saddle was the same—in the picture, bones, bone horses, and skeletons were stretched into lines of bone color, emitting electricity, constantly cutting, melting the vanguard army's formation, projecting, and scattering flowers of bone bullets.

Steam machine soldiers and clockwork warriors began to be paralyzed in large numbers, and the weaker knights' armor and equipment were damaged, leading to death.

Mud puppets, earth elementals, and rock giants molted, knelt, and gradually melted into clumps of mud as Erhe became more and more immersed in fantasy.

Then it was the turn of the fragile mages.

Their healing spells could not delay the footsteps of the Grim Reaper. The Forbidden Forest was full of scorched earth, as if it had turned into a wriggling stomach, devouring the past humans.

"Must be faster… must be faster… the curse of the Forbidden Forest… I can only suppress it for a quarter of an hour… there are still ten minutes…" the Forest Keeper transmitted to Li Yue.

"Suppress it," Li Yue's response was very short, because he was very busy.

Li Yue controlled the lies in Erhe's head while picking up a bone tree on the ground and directly throwing it into the sky.

It was another bone tree.

Li Yue uprooted a bone tree.

And behind the vanguard army, the Empire's aircraft fleet was already visible to the naked eye, the roar replacing the screams of the vanguard army's death, deafening.

But seeing the rising bone tree, the aircraft formation was somewhat scattered, unsure whether to plow through the land of the Forbidden Forest according to Qihe's request.

The rapidly growing bone tree did not give the aircraft fleet time to hesitate—large strands of binding thread radiated outward along the bone tree's veins, with lava right hands and wolf teeth hanging on the lines like cured meat, and a birdcage quickly formed.

The binding thread crossed the vision of more than a dozen pilots and cast towards their backs…

The aircraft fleet had fallen into the birdcage.

What awaited them were the lava falling from the top of the tree and the bone dragons flapping their wings from the forest below.

The aircraft exploded one after another in the air, as if lighting fireworks on top of the Forbidden Forest.

When the aircraft crashed and the vanguard army's generals became Galarick's mounts, the vanguard army completely collapsed.

The Demon King's City lived again.

The demons seemed to be able to hear the silence of humans on the other side of the continent.

Even Gerald, who was rushing at the very rear, had his armor completely destroyed and shed a layer of skin.

The heir of the Kingston family completely could not understand what was happening in front of him, but seeing Erhe wriggling with yellow and black, he knew that at least one big figure could be held responsible for this defeat, so there was no psychological burden.

Gerald put himself into the mirror, ordered a loyal mage to send the mirror back to the Kingston family's fief,