The brief moments of tenderness have come to an end.

The winter clouds were dispersed, the dense fog was lifted, and the drums began to play.

I embarked on the most imbalanced battle I have ever experienced since the many wars I've been through.

There was no scenario as dramatic as the fire at Red Cliff, and the human defenders were not blind. Furthermore, their ships had a certain resistance to magic.

In addition, we were the attackers. The humans had occupied the high ground by the river, erecting tall cannons and piling up ships. The Tim River, with an estimated width of over a thousand meters, made it difficult to launch a surprise attack.

Therefore, it was up to me to shoulder the burden of facing overwhelming odds.

We only had fifty thousand soldiers available for combat, with the rest handling logistics and navigation. It was already quite impressive to be able to allocate fifty thousand soldiers for battle.

As a free body, I flew in the sky, observing their advance.

To overcome an enemy force of nearly five hundred thousand with only sixty thousand troops, attacking with a few dozen small boats made in just two months, and facing hundreds of luxurious warships head-on, this would be unthinkable on Earth. But with me here, it's a different story.

After being defeated multiple times before, the morale of the humans had been significantly damaged.

Don't underestimate the psychological factors in war. The saying "when the grass and trees become soldiers, the sound of wind scares the cranes" illustrates this. The defeated Qin army mistook every rustling of the wind as enemy troops, running away and ultimately suffering defeat due to hunger and cold.

Of course, the script can't be exactly the same.

I'm just giving an example to emphasize the importance of psychology.

Although the demon race only had fifty thousand soldiers available for combat and seventy ships, we could still create an illusion of strength. We could gather over a hundred non-combatant ships, carrying more people and creating the illusion of an even greater demon force.

As the first round of artillery shells rained down, war erupted with a deafening roar.

Flying at the forefront, I unleashed a massive blue light screen in the sky, which couldn't block any shells but could slow them down, causing them to fall halfway. The magic users aboard the ships were responsible for erecting shields to withstand the bombardment.

I continued flying forward.

This wouldn't work. If I couldn't singlehandedly disrupt the human defense and attack formations, the demon race would be doomed.

Feeling the collar around my neck, a treasure given to me by my master, I had to protect my neck well.

With a mindset of certain death, I had to penetrate the enemy camp and use my powerful magic at close range to disrupt the human formation.

Recalling the flag of returning home that was raised before, I couldn't die here. I had to break the curse.

Countless shells mixed with colorful magic assaulted me relentlessly. Even with the strongest shield, my body was still shot full of holes like a beehive.

I could only endure the intense pain and quickly heal the wounds, successfully reaching the human stronghold.

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As expected, we defeated the humans.

This war lasted not just a day, but two full days and nights. And during those two days, I never rested for even a minute. Even with my immense power, I was completely exhausted, losing consciousness amidst the cheers of the demon army as they reached the bank of the Ram River.

When I woke up, I was in bed.

I knew this was my master's room because there was the scent of my master on the blanket. And when I turned my head, I saw my master reading at the desk.

I touched my neck, and it was empty.

The collar was gone, shattered in the war. It felt like there was a missing piece in my heart.

I estimated that more than just sixty thousand demon soldiers had died. The first batch of attackers died, then another batch charged, and then the third and fourth, until no more reinforcements from Audis City were left. That's how we defeated the humans.

But the most important thing was this collar.

It was shattered by the hero, and I'm glad the collar protected me. Otherwise, I would have truly died under the hero's sword and become a disgrace to Yiluodiya.

"You're awake?"

My master noticed my movement and turned to look at me.

"Master... how long have I been sleeping?""One night."

"What... What!"

I immediately sat up from the bed.

I thought I had been unconscious for three days and nights, but it turned out I only slept for one night.

Indeed... this body is still too abnormal.

How did the demons research these cells, to have such incredible recovery and self-healing abilities?

"It's not a problem with your cells."

"Hmm?"

My master began to explain earnestly.

"Do you know why we can't create two Yiluodiyas at the same time?"

"I don't know."

"Of course you don't," my master smiled faintly, "Do you remember the ritual when you first woke up?"

"I do."

"That was the final step in forming your abilities. The magic circle can only be used again after the previous Yiluodiya dies, which is why there can only be one Yiluodiya at a time. This means that when you die, the abilities attached to you will dissipate until the next generation is created and the soul is brought in to activate the magic circle, and the abilities will gather again on you."

"So... without that ritual, am I just an ordinary demon?"

"That's right. Your cells are originally ordinary cells, but they were induced to mutate by us, until you became a vessel for some kind of power, sacrificing human lives, imprinting magic, and so on. In short, the formation of you requires many steps that cannot be missed or go wrong."

"Hmm."

I still didn't care about that. It's useless to know how my body was created.

"Master, my collar..."

I used to hate this collar, but since I accepted her as my master, I felt that it was an invaluable treasure. The thought that my master used it to bind my body filled me with a warm stream of happiness. But now it's gone, the collar was the first gift my master gave me, and I can't help but feel sorry for it.

My master closed the book, walked over gently, sat beside me, and lifted my blue hair, reaching out to touch my snow-white tender neck.

"If you like, shall I give you another one?"

It seems my master has turned off the mind-reading ability.

"I like it... but that one has sentimental value."

"At first, you strongly resisted it."

"Because at that time, I hadn't fallen in love with you, master."

"There was no choice. If the collar hadn't been broken, you would have died by the hero's sword."

At that time, I was trapped by a magic circle set up by humans, and only the hero could stick to me. Moreover, they had the advantage in numbers, each one was top-notch, and the hero naturally took the chance to swing his sword at my neck, instantly shattering the collar.

In fact, they all knew that my neck was my weakness, but their magic and blades couldn't break the collar. I even had my face destroyed several times, so having the ability to heal myself was really great.

But afterward, everyone except the hero died.

"Master, don't you blame me?"

My master comfortingly patted my hair.

"Why would I blame you? We demons have achieved a great victory, why would I blame you?"

"A great victory? How many soldiers did we lose?"

"Just over a hundred thousand."

"Just over a hundred thousand!" I opened my eyes wide, more than I had imagined, "And the humans?"

"Roughly estimated to be over three hundred thousand."

"That's... an unprecedented defeat, isn't it?"

The number of human deaths for the first time was only twice as many as demons.

"Are you more anxious than me?"

My master suddenly had a stern face, seeming dissatisfied with my words.

"S-sorry, master. I just feel sorry for our demon race, which already has a small population."

"You don't need to worry about that, we demons still have over three hundred thousand soldiers."

"Why is it three hundred thousand again?"

Heath Relia had previously told me that the demon race had more than three hundred thousand. Are we demons Schrödinger's army or something?

"If it was just a small army like that, what has my conscription been for in the past few decades?"

I lowered my head.

What my master said made sense.Even if our demon clan has only 1.5 million people, I believe that the master will recruit a million, just like someone who is so desperate for food.

The master sighed and rubbed my head.

"Be good, be happy, we are the victors."

"But why did the master lie to me?"

"Didn't I tell you already? I was afraid that you might become overconfident, and complacency is the most dangerous enemy. Of course, we also deceived humans. Except for us three, no one knows that we have so many troops."

"Us three?"

"Yes, and Heath Relia. But those soldiers are not here."

"Okay."

No one cares about her country but the master. I worry about it unnecessarily and still have to be coaxed by the master. Really, I will do this again next time... because the feeling of being doted on is truly blissful.

I smiled and hugged the master, rubbing against her...

"Hehehe... being held by the master..."

It's still comfortable, and the scent on her body is still so alluring.

"The master smells so good...I like this scent..."

Like a pervert, greedily breathing in the scent on the master's body, I kept rubbing my nose against her neck.

And then I was punished by the master on the spot.