I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

"Forward… Backward… Ugh, so difficult…" Just as Li Yue was attempting to control the giant spider's hundred legs, the giant spider's body hair lashed out like whips.

But with Yingying and Spader's protection, these giant whips all struck empty air, avoiding Li Yue.

"Come, let me teach you…" Yingying grabbed Ying'er and told it the control method.

Li Yue also directly shared the arrangement and combination of the spider legs with Ying'er—within the giant spider's brain, the shadow's strength was much greater than a large bone stuck inside.

"This area is the legs, this is the mouth, but it seems to have degenerated, this represents the reflection of the body hair…" Li Yue told Ying'er the method of using parasitic threads to control human actions, and then let go.

Thus, while dodging the giant whips of body hair, he familiarized himself with the giant spider's brain structure…

Ying'er became the operator of the giant spider.

"It's great to have a child…"

Seeing Li Yue and Yingying busy teaching Ying'er all their skills, Dandan couldn't help but sigh.

"No wonder humans and pure-blooded demons like to reproduce so much…"

"It seems a little slow. When you're better, we can have some more," Yingying said, seeing that Ying'er was almost familiar, and finally completely handed over control to the child.

The giant spider above the forest strode forward, walking crookedly to the north.

Ying'er's entire focus was on controlling the giant spider, and it didn't react to Yingying's suggestion of "having some more children."

The three Demon Princes finally ended their meeting and set off separately.

Before leaving, Nolemore, of course, amidst Li Yue's wails, removed and destroyed the hunter's thumbtacks inserted into the brain grooves—during the process, Nolemore's shadow trembled.

Initially, the giant spider's footsteps also trembled because of Li Yue's phantom pain.

Just forty miles outside of Cleftgold Mountain, as the giant spider walked through the forest, Cleftgold Mountain's armory was operating at full capacity, manufacturing more exoskeletal armor.

They were mounted on ordinary soldiers, heading to the front lines of Red Oil Town in batches.

"More! More!" Woodson shouted to the workers, "Although you are not on the battlefield, you are soldiers on the front lines!"

"Your hometown is behind you! Defend it!"

At this moment, these workers in the armory did not yet know that the residents of the five towns of Cleftgold had all become green grass and then evolved into worshipers of the Old Mountain Goat.

When the first batch of exoskeletal armor was put into use, Woodson found that the situation he was worried about had not occurred—the original experimental data from the artificers showed that demons might have the ability to manipulate bones, reducing the effectiveness of the exoskeletal armor.

But after actual combat, the feedback from the front lines was very good.

The exoskeletal armor could effectively arm non-knight soldiers, quickly improving the combat effectiveness of human troops.

Obviously, the demons who could manipulate bones were, after all, a minority, and not in the Bone Chariot Cult's military formation.

So the empire increased its investment in the Cleftgold Mountain armory, and a large number of exoskeletal armor were rushed out.

Supervised by Woodson himself.

After shouting these few words to the workers, Woodson returned to the design room, took the latest video from the front lines, and began to study the optimization plan for the exoskeletal armor.

Beside his desk, an eye-shaped timer was ticking, and when it finished, it made a soft "ding" sound.

"Ready? Launch," Woodson said, adjusting the glasses device he was wearing, and sending a message to the distance.

Soon after, a red light from New Holy City crossed the sky and landed on the front lines of Red Oil Town—the Eye of Mercy crossed hundreds of miles, striking the Bone Chariot Cult each time it finished charging.

In the two days of war, the "Eye of Mercy" had harvested the souls of countless demons.

Even after losing most of the knights, the imperial army, with the latest technology provided by the Department of Creation, managed to maintain a stalemate in the Red Oil Town area, directly facing the Bone Chariot Cult.

"Not enough… still not enough… What am I doing…" Woodson's thoughts were chaotic and complex, "The skeletons, black spears, snails, and its red cloak depicted in the epic…"

"And the bone tree I once saw with my own eyes, the hammer, the rain of artillery falling from the sky…"

"These things… the Demon King City hasn't continued to use them… What are they waiting for?" Woodson's hypothetical enemy had always been the Demon King City's cutting-edge bone-conducting technology.

But in fact, those creations that had almost become Woodson's nightmare had not reappeared.

This made Woodson very uneasy, and it was even difficult for him to concentrate on picking up his pen and sketching the next step of the design.

Even if the exoskeletal armor was optimized to the most perfect state, it could handle the bone trains coming along the railway… but, could it cope with the bone tree and the hammer?

Woodson wasn't sure.

He hoped to quickly complete the new design of the exoskeletal armor and then return to the Department of Creation to find a new way to crack it.

What Woodson was sure of was that those creations would eventually reappear one day, and when that time came, where would the front line be?

It would definitely not be Red Oil Town.

What could save the empire was definitely not Jesse, Wright, the High Tower, or the New Church's Torsos…

Only the Department of Creation.

Woodson forcibly straightened his head, focusing on the optimization of the drawings on the table, praying that the imperial army led by Jesse would not collapse too quickly.

And at this moment, Jesse was enjoying this feeling.

When the red light landed, the skeletons and bone chariots spread nearby were wiped out, revealing the road ahead.

Jesse led the soldiers wearing exoskeletal armor into the battle formation, charging towards the tallest and largest bone chariot.

Standing on the bone chariot was a red-robed skeleton.

Having heard the epic, the people of today firmly believed that this red-robed skeleton was the monster depicted in the poem…

As long as it was killed, the war would be won.

While advancing, Jesse felt the public opinion and faith concentrated on herself, washing her bones and will, ready to bring about a transformation at any time.

Jesse was on the right path to promotion.

Jesse was waiting for an "ordination."

This might happen when returning victoriously, or it could happen during the war.

Heard that Wright was already calling the envoys of Godsworn City?

When the envoys arrived, reaching the Red Oil Town military camp or battlefield, there would be another Holy Knight on the continent.

Jesse was looking forward to her 9th-order form, because she was sure it would definitely not be a six-winged angel—that was the manifestation of knights who were close to faith.

Guarding "faith" was indeed a kind of vow.

But it was outdated.

Knights should walk their own path.

Jesse's fire wings spread out on a large scale, like a firebird suddenly going mad on the battlefield.

But the flames did not clear the path to the bone chariot as desired—a head with burning hair appeared in the middle, compressing Jesse's fire wings, and giggling at Jesse.

Laugh, I hope you laugh even happier.

Jesse had lost count of how many times she had met the Witch Vinnie head-on.

This time, as always, the flames intersected and then separated, burning out the front lines of both sides.

And for humans, the front line was not just Red Oil Town.

When giant things awakened in various places within the scope of the Old Church, the imperial territory and beyond were all front lines.

Following the fall of the Sky Spine, faith reappeared like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

And this time, the empire completely lost control of the situation, and Alexander was no longer the sole emperor of humanity.

The hundreds of tribes in the Sand Country were finally unified by a new emperor, named Nir.

The flame of the Demon King City's "human" authority burned fiercely, dancing with the sand.

And as a result, some people awakened new faiths, attempting to save themselves.

It was just that they were still just small flames, unnoticed by the big figures on the continent—at this time, the eyes of the High Tower, the royal family, and the great nobles were mostly focused on the north, focused on the Snow Country.

The Fine Rain Corridor.

There was the end of the Old Church's Sistolum "God's Road", and the next destination of the Old Mountain Goat and Torsos.

It was also, in Vana's latest prophecy, the place where the new god would be born.