Defying the Fate of Beheading-Chapter 634 - 337: Louis’s Perceived Encirclement: Using the Power of One Nation to Eliminate All Enemies_2

"Damn it, if the humans over there won't help me, fine, but what about the Supreme Forest?"

"It's only ten or so nautical miles away, are they just standing by and watching the show?"

"The Sunlight Elves from the Supreme Forest really have something wrong with their heads!"

"Once we kill off these Abyssal Demons, we'll go deal with them!"

Look!

Just look at how angry the elves of the Hidden Forest are.

Now their hatred has almost directly turned towards their own kin.

What does this indicate?

Sometimes, not helping your compatriots is more hateful than external enemies.

What's even more hateful than not helping your own kind is betraying them.

It makes you want to drink their blood, eat their flesh!

"Captain, something is approaching from underwater!" an elf reported after dispatching an LV17 demon.

"Do you need me to teach you? Arrange for the mages to blast them away," the captain said, swinging his magic sword relentlessly, without hesitation.

"Captain, something's not right, they don't seem to be our enemies."

"Who are they?"

"They're a group of strange soldiers exuding a deathly aura and shadow power."

The captain was momentarily stunned by the words, nearly getting hit by the flaming whip of a Balrog Flame Demon.

Yet, an uncontrollable smile of joy appeared on his face.

"Ense's friends really come through!"

The description of the "enemies" was so distinct that he immediately knew who was coming.

"Brothers, hold on a little longer, Ense's reinforcements are here."

As soon as the words were spoken, the sea surface churned.

One by one, figures emitting a faint purplish hue, somewhat indistinct, crawled out from the depths.

The Curse Binding Legion made a grand appearance.

Leading them was none other than the former Chief of the Giant Demon Tribe, or rather, the last Chief of the Giant Demon Tribe.

After all, the Giants have now established the Giant Demon Empire.

The Grand Chief swung his massive spiked club, larger than an ordinary warrior, smashing it fiercely towards the nearest Balrog Flame Demon.

The demon squad ambushing the Hidden Forest consisted of 21 demons.

The lowest with a professional level was an LV11 elite succubus.

The highest level was six LV20 Balrog Flame Demons.

"This is truly rare, never heard of demons cooperating without a commander's directive before."

The Grand Chief sneered, slamming the spiked club down, the immense force sending the Balrog Flame Demon flying like hitting a baseball.

The previously joyous captain of the Hidden Forest went slack-jawed.

What did he just witness?

A Balrog Flame Demon being so effortlessly sent flying.

"Demigod? No, it doesn't feel quite like a normal demigod."

The captain was baffled.

"Curse Binding Legion, responding to our leader's command, here to support allied combatants."

The captain quickly threw away his previous thoughts.

No matter whether it's a demigod or not, anyone who comes to support them is a good ally, much better than those from the Supreme Forest a hundred times over.

It was just unexpected that this thought arose when the Grand Chief spoke:

"The Supreme Forest has encountered some issues, they currently don't have the leisure to support you."

The captain frowned: "Ambushed?"

"No, it's the overwhelming number of demons swarming from the Pirate Islands."

All the while, his actions were unceasing, collaborating with another aged giant to decapitate the Balrog Flame Demon.

Only then did the captain notice something was amiss.

Though the Grand Chief had previously been the giant's tribe's heartland, rarely known to outsiders, the powerful aura surrounding him was no bluff.

However, compared to the demigods he knew, this giant's power seemed somewhat inflated.

It looked as if the realm was broken through using external means.

Compared to the combat technique-proficient elven demigods he had seen, his combat style was rather coarse.

Yet... that was still a ceiling that ordinary legends and exemplary tiers could never hope to touch in a lifetime.

If the elf captain knew, the Grand Chief previously was no more than an inflated legend, even this legendary level was forcibly raised to prevent this tribe leader from being easily beheaded.

And now, with the Rage Legion strengthening him, he pushed his power to the Demigod Realm at death's door.

This enhancement in strength was essentially like rootless duckweed, destined to completely vanish in time.

Yet Louis held dominion granted by the Book of the Dead.

The resurrection power froze the Grand Chief's strength at the moment before his death.

Allowing a counterfeit legend to have a Demigod Realm he shouldn't have.

Though initially, the Grand Chief had to endure the pain of "being eroded by the rage dominion," over time, the rootless duckweed's power eventually adapted to his body.

The Demigod Realm stabilized, signifying that this watered-down Grand Chief genuinely became a master of demigod power.

Learning low-level techniques with a high realm, the advantage is absolutely overwhelming.

Thus, when the Grand Chief came to his senses and received the nourishment of the Soldier Tomb, his combat skills quietly surpassing the conventional legendary techniques, barely touching the Demigod Realm, he truly became a high-end force of the Curse Binding Legion.

——Even the weakest demigod is no match for a run-of-the-mill legend, not even if the opponent is the Balrog Flame Demon renowned for brilliant combat ability.

The captain's eyes widened as the demons, who had attacked them earlier, fell like weeds. For a moment, he couldn't distinguish who was the real "attacker."

At the same time, he noticed that the other demigod who had been fighting alongside the great warrior (the Grand Chief) had disappeared from the ship at some point.

"Do we still have enemies hiding in the dark?"

The captain became tense immediately.

He was genuinely frightened by this series of attacks.

The Grand Chief looked up at the dragons spiraling in the distant sky, his lips curling slightly as he said:

"No, your side is almost cleared out."

"Huh?"

The Grand Chief said indifferently: "You didn't think you were the only ones attacked, did you? His Highness has been doing more than just supporting you from the start."

The captain frowned: "You already figured we'd be attacked?"

The Grand Chief calmly shook his head: "We didn't know it would turn out this way, but one thing was certain: from the very beginning, we were prepared not to receive any help."

The captain was speechless.

No way, is Ense this wild now?

His idea of an encirclement: uniting numerous allies to surround the enemy.

Ense's idea of an encirclement: amassing combat power, using the strength of one nation to possibly encircle all existing enemies.

Where the heck did you learn this theoretical operation, it's ridiculous.

Just how much distrust must you have in your allies to not place any hope on them at all?

Perhaps noticing some elves of the Hidden Forest's mixed emotions, Louis glanced over remotely.

Olivia's exasperated voice echoed in his ears:

"You brought over half your household, didn't you?"

Louis's ears perked up, looking towards the distant Ense flagship, where the little swan was using magic to transmit her voice.

"In truth, before heading to the Fallen Star Sea, I had already made most of the preparations I could."

"...What have you experienced in your world?"

Louis said calmly: "In my true homeland, my compatriots generally view the world as only divided into our country and foreign countries, with many plans geared towards treating the entire world as a potential enemy."

Olivia: "???"

"For example, in our world, there was a rather formidable country with astonishing combat prowess, but it chose an ally with backstab attributes twice and ended up on the losing side in two world wars."

Olivia: "???"

With a heavy sigh, Louis said: "So sometimes, one must be prepared to stand against the world, leaving enough blank space to embellish the picture more easily."

Indeed.

In this war, Louis invested nearly all the cards he could use.

This even included numerous blessings from the Soldier Tomb.

The Imperial Military Industry was frantically collecting various raw materials according to Louis's plans, sending them for Limuru to devour, transforming them into mass-produced sword marbles.

From the development of mass-produced sword marble technology to its formation, to the massive material input for equipping the Curse Binding Legion and the Soldier Tomb Army, it took a total of...

5 days.

This shows just how "war-mongering" Louis truly was.