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Compared with the battle situation on Glenn's side, the situation on the other battlefield is even more grim.

As reinforcements from the kingdom continue to arrive, the demons should be gradually suppressed.

However, the demon leader this time was extremely powerful.

Fate, as the kingdom's deputy marshal and chief instructor of the Griffin Knights, is also a distinguished seventh-level knight, skilled in the Night Flower Sword Technique, which was left only by the ancient gods. However, such top-notch combat power has been unable to defeat his opponents.

This is the biggest mistake!

The huge black griffin is only one-third the size of a bone dragon, but its combat power is much weaker.

In fact, the bone dragon's strength is slightly above that of the demon leader.

It was with the help of this powerful mount that the demon leader, whose combat power was originally slightly inferior to Fate's, was able to gain the upper hand.

"Hahaha... a powerful warrior of mankind, you are no match for me. Why don't you accept my contract and become one of us, and become a great demon? With your strength, it's a pity to be among humans. Be my subordinate!"

The demon leader fought back Fate again and again, speaking in that extremely uncomfortable voice.

"Devil, you are not worthy!" Fate seemed to be repelled, but he gave his all in every attack and his momentum never gave up.

The black griffin's originally beautiful black feathers were now in tatters due to the battle, some were torn off, and some were burnt.

This battle has lasted much longer than originally expected. If it continues like this, the endless stream of demons will sooner or later break through the defenses built by the knights.

Many thoughts flashed through Fate's mind, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she distanced herself from the collision again, took out a roll of parchment, and quickly drew on it a few times.

The parchment trembled slightly for a moment, and finally a message appeared on it.

After seeing the message, Fate's eyes suddenly widened.

The demon leader, who was about to continue his attack, seemed to know what his opponent was doing, and laughed:

“Hahahaha… You want to ask for help, right? You want those strongest people in your kingdom to deal with me? Hahaha… That’s impossible!”

Fate put away the parchment. Her eyes were sharper than ever before. She said coldly, "Demons, what on earth do you want to do? You actually sent the Demon Lord to attack the capital?"

The Demon Lord is the supreme ruler of the demon world. He is on a completely different level of life from other demons and possesses power comparable to that of gods.

But the Demon Lord has a huge limitation, that is, he cannot crawl out of the crack of the Demon Abyss with his real body, and even if his clone goes out of the world, it will suffer great damage.

This time the demon world was willing to pay such a huge price to carry out this operation, there must be a big plan.

"I won't tell you, just guess slowly, hahaha..."

The demon leader teased.

Having said that, it planned to attack again.

But Fate no longer intended to engage in such a meaningless fight. She simply drove her mount to turn around and fly away. A blast of sword energy killed a large number of low-level demons, making life much easier for the Griffin Knight and the powerful warriors who came to support her.

She shouted an order: "Everyone retreat! Build a new line of defense!"

The demon leader did not chase after him because he was already very tired at this time, and he could not leave the demon's nest too far.

Fate knew that her opponent would not catch up, but she only thought that the opponent was tired, but she didn't know that there was another reason.

The demon leader returned to the demon's nest and roared loudly. This was an order.

The demons that were frantically attacking the knights' defenses suddenly stopped and then retreated back to the demon's nest.

Although the demons in the underworld are endless, they cannot be replenished quickly. They also need buffers. In other words, the "flow rate" cannot keep up.

The kingdom warriors who were almost exhausted all breathed a sigh of relief. They had already consumed a lot of energy for almost a day, and if they continued like this, collapse would be a matter of time.

At this time, the Griffin Knights who still had energy had already recruited local police stations and other institutions to provide logistical services for the soldiers.

Fate was sitting on a mound with her back against her mount. She had taken off her helmet, revealing a heroic and beautiful face.

Due to the fighting spirit she practiced, her hair, eyebrows and lips were all black, but she still maintained her outstanding temperament.

The armor on his body was already covered with scars, and the remaining demonic power on its surface had not yet dissipated.

As she was adjusting her breathing and slowly recovering her strength, a tall, blond knight came over and said respectfully:

"Respected Chief Instructor Fate, the guardian knight of the city of Keladria, Rez Harqi, sends his greetings to you."

Fate opened his eyes and looked at the newcomer, "Knight Rez, what do you want?"

"Just now I noticed that the chief instructor asked for help from the higher-ups, but...can you tell me what the problem is?"

Rez looked puzzled.

Fate thought for a while and thought it would be okay to tell the other party, so he explained: "The Demon Lord's clone appeared in the crack of the Demon Abyss and attacked the capital."

The short and direct words shocked Rez.

Originally, I thought this was an ordinary demon invasion. After all, the demons would randomly harass various kingdoms every once in a while. But now even the Demon Lord's clone has been dispatched, so things become interesting.

Seeing that the other party was still silent, Fate added: "Don't spread this matter. The soldiers are already exhausted enough."

Rez came back to his senses and nodded, "I know that."

Having said that, he walked away.

Next came the strong reinforcements from various regions and several potential apprentices sent by the Knights Templar and the Mage Alliance, who all reported to Fate.

After all, Fate is the commander-in-chief of this operation.

The last to arrive were three bishops from the Church of Saint Saviour. Facing these three people, Fate took a slightly more serious attitude and responded with the etiquette of the other church.

Only after these three men left did Fate have the chance to concentrate on recovering his strength.

About four or five hours later, Fate opened his eyes.

At this time, many temporary logistics personnel have arrived and some tents have been set up.

"We can't drag the war on for too long." The black griffin suddenly spoke in human language.

Fate stood up and nodded. "The Demon Lord's clones can't last long, which means they are confident that they can finish what they need to do before then. We really must resolve the battle before then, otherwise, we don't know what the consequences will be."

"But the enemy's strength is beyond our expectations. It seems impossible to do it with our current strength." The black griffin looked at the tall demon nest standing on the distant horizon and said.

"There's no other way. Let's wait until all the remaining support arrives, and then we'll try to fight to the death." Fate's tone remained unchanged.

The black griffin knew that his master was an extremely proud man and was not joking when he said such words.

"I will also do my best." it said.

Fate turned around, touched a wound on his mount, and said in a rare gentle voice, "Nightclaw, does your wound still hurt?"

The black griffin shook its huge head. "This little bit of pain is nothing. It's a pity..."

Fate tilted his head slightly, waiting for his mount's response.

"What a pity for my beautiful feathers." The griffin's eyes were full of pain.

Fate was silent.

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