When the suction force of the vortex ceased, the surface of the ground rose several minutes in an instant, and those soldiers who had been engulfed were able to return to the surface. Unfortunately, when they were exposed once again to the sunlight above their heads, their faces could no longer display any color other than deathly pale. This was the color of the deceased! Excluding the intentionally spared soldiers of one nation, there were no more living people present on the battlefield.

After finishing the reaping-like battle, Yō slowly stepped out of the tent and walked towards the battlefield filled with corpses. During this time, a significant amount of blood-red mist emanated from his body, forming a tornado-like shape that enveloped the entire field. The essence of the mist was a useful necromancy magic that had the ability to absorb "external power". At this moment, a strong wind blew in from the horizon; aided by the howling wind, the blood-red mist poured down to the ground like a flame descending from the sky, covering everything on the ground. In just an instant, the swirling mist corroded and dissolved the bodies of tens of thousands of soldiers on the ground. With a resounding clang sound, countless pieces of armor and weapons fell to the ground; yet, the owners of these weapons did not even leave behind a complete corpse. After the mist finished corroding, not even a single strand of hair fell to the ground, only endless piles of bones stretched as far as the eye could see. The mist that corroded flesh and blood began to transform, like it possessed a life of its own, instantly breaking down into countless wisp-like strands and entering Yō's body through his pores. The power extracted from countless corpses eventually merged completely into Yō's body, including the power of all the top-level experts and the vitality of the low-level soldiers in the allied forces, even including the two corps commanders who were beheaded by the king earlier in the morning. With the help of external power, at the moment Yō closed his eyes, he sensed that his own power had undergone a qualitative transformation and was no longer just "nearly at the level of toppling a nation". After absorbing the power of tens of thousands of living beings, a massive holy power fluctuation immediately emanated from Yō's body; at that moment, even the clouds in the sky dispersed. There was no doubt that Yō's strength had now made a leap and entered the true "nation-toppling level"! He clenched his fist and felt the immense power he had never experienced before. The confidence that had been defeated by the king was restored in the blink of an eye and even swelled a bit. Yō said to himself, "Now, I have the qualifications to confront the leader of the Demon Race head-on... But though I may have the qualifications to fight him, I will absolutely not engage in a fair battle!" Why rely on a one-on-one fight when a battle that can be resolved using the tactic of overwhelming numbers would suffice? "Dirty" was not in Yō's vocabulary; to him, as long as he could achieve the result called "victory", what did the process and means matter? What did it matter if he killed his allies and harmed his own side? "I only need to come out of the fight alive, while my enemy perishes." Yō raised his right hand and tightly clenched it, causing the joints of his fingertips to emit a faint sound. At the same time, numerous skeletons on the ground stood up one by one, holding weapons high, and under Yō's control, they marched towards one direction. The number of skeletons was the same as the number of deceased. In their lives, they were a hundred thousand strong soldiers, but in death, they became a hundred thousand undead; at this moment, a large number of undead and the direction they moved in while alive were converging at full speed towards the mountain where the Demon Race was gathering. The earth shook with a deafening noise, enough to make the king, who had returned to the mountain, make a decision that was unavoidable when he witnessed the overwhelming army approaching from a distance.

Taking advantage of the fact that the mountain was not completely surrounded, the king gathered all the demons under his command and issued an unchangeable order in front of them:

"Go as far as you can! No turning back, no hesitating, just leave this place as quickly as possible."

The king no longer hid his intentions but instead, in the most direct way, urged his family members in front of him to quickly leave this dangerous place that was about to be engulfed in war.

However, even though he made his orders clear, the demons had no intention of obeying and chose to confront their leader for the second time today.

There was no need to repeat the same order.

All the king had to do next was to make his family members comply with this order.

The demons saw him raise his sword, turn the hilt in his right hand, and point the blade at his own throat, taking a step forward.

Clank!

"You are worried about me, not wanting me to face the enemies alone, I understand your feelings. But have you ever thought..."

The king controlled the blade to make a slight cut, causing a trickle of blood to flow from his throat.

"Be careful, everyone. Don't force me to make a decision on the spot due to your well-intentioned but misguided actions."

"Boss..."

The demons felt a lump in their throats and had many words they wanted to say, but when it came time to speak, all that would come out were fragmented and unclear phrases.

Perhaps feeling that their sincerity was not enough, the king flipped the hilt again, plunging the sharp blade into the ground;

Then, he knelt down, placing his empty right hand on his knee, and lowered his head.

"When I was abandoned by my parents, it was Hawky who picked me up, and it was all of you who, despite expressing disdain, practically raised an unnecessary child..."

His head, which was no different from that of a normal person, slammed onto the ground, causing his forehead to crack and blood to splatter;

The blood on the ground formed a branching pattern as it flowed.

It was precisely because of his vulnerability due to strong emotions that the king dared to assert that he was human, not just an animal with power.

He was willing to sacrifice his life, but he couldn't help but worry about the safety of his family members;

At this moment, all he could think about was hoping to go to the battlefield without any worries, for the sake of the following words that went straight to the core:

"I hope you can retreat to a safe place, I beg you to obey the orders of your boss. I'm pleading with you!"

This was the first time the demons had seen their leader humbling himself and heard the sorrowful choking in his voice.

Rather than saying that they couldn't refuse such a leader, it would be more accurate to say that they "couldn't bear to refuse."

"Alright, we'll leave and take Hawky with us to a place far away from the war... Once we settle down there, the boss must come find us," these demons compromised, seeking comfort from their leader as they followed the orders to retreat.

Knowing that all comfort was equivalent to deception, the king still wanted to speak and, relying on his position as their leader, deceive everyone one last time:

"I promise I will come find you, I swear! Don't you believe in my abilities?"

A well-intentioned lie was still a lie, and the king did not expect that his good intentions would justify his actions. He just hoped that, during his final stand, everyone could survive because of his arrangements.

Retreat required speed, and once the demons made up their minds to follow the orders, they acted promptly and disappeared from the area without a trace.

Among them, there are exceptions, and the word "exception" is not accurate;

After all, compared to many demons, she, who voluntarily stayed, is the only human in the team other than the Queen.

The Queen stood up, facing Cai, who was just a fist away, and looked at her with a complex expression.

"Listen to me, everyone, leave from here. Why aren't you leaving?"

Cai clasped her hands together and took two or three steps forward, shortening the distance of that punch to nothing, calmly replied:

"Because you're not leaving either."

"I can't leave. The enemy's target is me. I have to stay in the forefront of the battlefield and draw all the enemy's attention, otherwise no one can leave."

"Fine! You want to help everyone escape, and I want to stay by your side. Let's each do our own thing and not interfere with each other. Is that okay?"

When Cai said this, she tiptoed and raised her palm, gently wiping the bloodstains off the Queen's face;

Not to mention her gentle movements, at least they can be considered very meticulous.

Seeing that Cai did not listen to advice, the Queen's expression became unprecedentedly stern, immediately reaching out and tightly grasping her delicate wrist.

The Queen held onto Cai's wrist, trying to move her hand away from in front of him, but he obviously underestimated her determination;

Cai indeed didn't have much strength, but even though the Queen put her hand down repeatedly, she could repeat the same action shortly after.

Cai was practically emphasizing with her actions:

Unless she breaks that hand, she will never give up!

This stubborn attitude is reminiscent of someone;

When the Queen looked at Cai, he always had the feeling of being watched by his own shadow.

"Why do you insist on clinging like a foolish woman?"

Even though he knew the answer, he still had to ask.

"Weren't those first few days when you met me like this, constantly clinging?"

Even though she knew the other party was deliberately asking, she still answered.

Both of them were undoubtedly considering each other, but unfortunately their intentions couldn't coexist.

Cai hoped to endure hardship with the Queen, and if luck was bad, dying together with that person would be fine;

In comparison, the Queen would rather give the hope of survival to Cai than the so-called "romantic death".

Since their intentions were connected but conflicting, the moment to erase one side's thoughts was imminent.

The Queen bowed his head, widened his eyes, and activated the hypnotic spell to induce sleep!

If it weren't for the extraordinary circumstances, the Queen would never engage in such excessive behavior of trampling on someone's consciousness, especially someone he cared about.

The only reason that made him change his mind was his unilateral judgment:

Everything he did afterwards was for Cai's sake!

On the other hand, because Cai was unguarded, the hypnotism went smoothly this time, directly announcing its success.

After her pupils lost their luster, Cai became like a puppet, standing still as if completely detached from her soul.

This vacant reaction couldn't last long, and once the Queen instilled certain concepts, it wouldn't be long before Cai could recover.

With the power of the spell, the Queen successfully implanted false memories in the depths of Cai's mind.

In the new memories:

Cai was still born in that enclosed village, still lost her parents and brother at a young age, and still suffered from discrimination from the villagers...

The only difference is that she would completely forget the memories of meeting Wang!