kvmb Chapter 259 Exposing the Demon Lord's Trick
Chapter 259 Exposing the Demon Lord's Trick
Chapter 259 Exposing the Demon Lord's Trick
A chilly wind pierced through the clamor of victory celebrations, and a sense of unease crept into Zhuang Yu's heart.
The captured demon supplies piled up like mountains, gleaming with a metallic sheen, yet they could not illuminate the lingering shadow in his heart.
The Dark Lord's defeat was too easy, which is inconsistent with his usual ruthless style. There must be something fishy going on.
"Are they all celebrating?" Zhuang Yu casually fiddled with a captured demonic sword, the blood groove on the blade still emanating a nauseating stench.
"It's only natural to feel human emotion after surviving a catastrophe." Mr. Zhuge stroked his long beard, his gaze profound. "But the real war is far from over."
Zhuang Yu nodded, his brows furrowed.
The alliance members were basking in the joy of victory and let their guard down, but behind this brief euphoria, a greater crisis may be lurking.
He looked around. In the noisy crowd, everyone's face was beaming with smiles, but he alone was filled with vigilance and unease.
"Young friend Zhuang, it is truly remarkable that you possess such insight at such a young age." The leader of the Money Sect, with his protruding belly, waved his folding fan, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible contempt. "But in my opinion, you are still too cautious. The Dark Night Demon Lord has suffered such a great loss, he must be severely weakened and will not dare to make any rash moves in the short term."
As soon as he finished speaking, representatives from several minor sects echoed his sentiments, questioning Zhuang Yu's command strategy.
They believed that Zhuang Yu was too radical and was putting the alliance in danger.
A stifling atmosphere spread through the crowd, and the originally cheerful air seemed to freeze.
With increasing skepticism, Zhuang Yu felt unprecedented pressure.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, trying to control the turmoil in his heart.
He knew he couldn't afford to lose his composure at this moment.
"Gentlemen," Zhuang Yu's voice was deep and powerful, like the dull beat of a drum striking everyone's hearts, "the Dark Night Demon Lord is cunning and treacherous. This defeat is by no means accidental. We must remain vigilant and make thorough preparations."
"Hmph, alarmist talk!" The leader of the Money Sect scoffed disdainfully. "I think you're just worrying unnecessarily and deliberately creating panic!"
"I..." Zhuang Yu was about to speak in rebuttal when he was interrupted by Mr. Zhuge.
“Young friend Zhuang is absolutely right,” Mr. Zhuge said, his eyes gleaming as he surveyed the crowd. “The Dark Night Demon Lord’s schemes are far from simple. We must be extremely careful to ensure our survival.”
However, the leader of the Money Sect remained unconvinced, saying, "I think it would be better to..."
"How about letting the leader of the Money Sect take charge of the western defense line?" Zhuang Yu suddenly spoke, a subtle smile curving his lips.
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Everyone knows that although the Money Sect is extremely wealthy, most of its disciples are pampered and not very strong in combat.
Entrusting such a crucial defensive line to the leader of the Money Sect undoubtedly puts the safety of the alliance at risk.
The leader of the Money Sect's expression changed drastically, his obese body trembling slightly. "Young friend Zhuang, this...this is absolutely unacceptable! I am too old for this task..."
"Sect Leader, you are mistaken," Zhuang Yu said calmly. "The Golden Money Sect is wealthy and resourceful, and can certainly build an impregnable defense. Besides, Sect Leader, you are a master strategist who can win battles from afar. The mere western defense line is nothing to worry about."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the Money Sect leader, who knew that Zhuang Yu was trying to provoke him.
If I refuse, wouldn't that be admitting my incompetence?
He cursed Zhuang Yu inwardly for being cunning, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree, "Since young friend Zhuang trusts me so much, then I will reluctantly take on this important task!"
In the crowd, the passionate young man Xiao Wu walked up to Zhuang Yu and said firmly, "Brother Zhuang..."
Zhuang Yu patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder, his gaze firm, "Don't worry, I won't let everyone down."
As night fell, the western defensive line was brightly lit. The leader of the Money Gate directed his disciples to reinforce the fortifications, but he was filled with unease.
He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
In the distance, the rolling mountains resembled a lurking beast in the night, eerily quiet.
Zhuang Yu stood alone on the high platform, gazing into the distance.
A cold wind blew against his robes, making them flutter.
A strange light flickered in his eyes, as if he knew everything.
“They’re here…” Zhuang Yu murmured, a cold smile playing on his lips.
In the distance, a dark shadow flashed by, as fast as lightning, disappearing in an instant...
The night was as dark as ink, swallowing up the last glimmer of light.
The distant mountains resembled lurking giant beasts, baring their fangs and claws in the darkness.
Suddenly, a sharp horn blast pierced the night sky, breaking the silence.
The leader of the Money Sect was startled, and nearly dropped the folding fan in his hand.
He had a bad feeling, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and direct his disciples to prepare for battle.
The deafening sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached, and the ground began to tremble slightly.
Countless dark figures surged in like a tide, carrying a suffocating killing intent; it was the demon army.
The disciples of the Money Gate had never seen such a scene before. They were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and their weapons trembled slightly.
The leader of the Money Sect was so frightened that his legs went weak, but he still forced himself to stand up and commanded his disciples to fight off the enemy with a fierce but weak-willed demeanor.
"Kill!" the demon soldiers roared, brandishing their weapons as they charged toward the alliance's position.
The sharp blade sliced through the air with a piercing shriek, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.
The disciples of the Money Sect were already in complete disarray and had lost all ability to resist.
Just then, Zhuang Yu appeared before everyone.
He stood at the very front of the ranks like a pillar of strength, his eyes blazing as he surveyed the surging demon army.
He keenly sensed that the enemy's numbers seemed to be much greater than expected, and their formation was also somewhat off.
These demon soldiers seemed to be deliberately slowing down to lure the alliance's forces deeper into the territory.
"Oh no, we've fallen into their trap!" Zhuang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood the Dark Night Demon Lord's conspiracy.
He immediately signaled to the alliance members behind him, "Everyone, listen up! Abandon defense and retreat immediately!"
Although the alliance members had some doubts, they had long had unwavering faith in Zhuang Yu's command abilities and carried out his orders without hesitation.
They quickly changed formation, no longer engaging the demon army head-on, but instead retreating in an orderly manner.
Seeing this, the Dark Lord sneered, thinking his trick had succeeded. "Hmph, trying to escape now? Too late!" He then ordered the demon army to speed up and surround the alliance's forces.
However, when the demon soldiers rushed to their designated positions, they found that what awaited them was not the fleeing alliance forces, but a dense mass of alliance members, who held various weapons tightly in their hands, ready for battle, their eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.
"This... how is this possible?" The Dark Night Demon Lord's expression changed drastically. He never expected that Zhuang Yu had already seen through his trick and set up a trap to counter-encircle him.
He roared and ordered the demon army to counterattack immediately, but it was too late.
The alliance members, like beasts unleashed from their cages, launched a fierce attack under Zhuang Yu's command.
Amidst the clash of swords and the surging of spiritual energy, blood and flesh flew everywhere, creating utter chaos.
The demon army was instantly put on the defensive, its formation was thrown into chaos, and it suffered heavy casualties.
The alliance members were greatly encouraged. They brandished their weapons and continued to reap the lives of the demon soldiers, shouting deafening cheers to cheer on their troops. Their momentum was immense and resounded through the sky.
"Brother Zhuang, you are truly amazing! You were even able to see through the Demon Lord's conspiracy!" Xiao Wu said excitedly to Zhuang Yu, his tone full of admiration.
Zhuang Yu did not answer; his gaze remained fixed on the position of the Dark Night Demon Lord.
He saw the Dark Lord staring at him with an incredulous expression.
"Interesting, the game has only just begun," he said in a low voice, a cold smile curving his lips.
The alliance's offensive poured down like a storm, the clanging of swords clashing, the roar of exploding spiritual energy, and the screams of demon soldiers intertwining into a bloody symphony.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, and viscous liquid splattered on everyone's faces, its wet and nauseating texture making them want to vomit.
Zhuang Yu took the lead, wielding a long, jet-black sword. Wherever the sword pointed, the demon soldiers fell to the ground without a sound.
He moved across the battlefield like a ghost, each swing of his sword precise and deadly, like a ruthless reaper.
Inspired by Zhuang Yu, the alliance members unleashed astonishing fighting power.
They were no longer afraid, no longer retreated; their weapons seemed to have eyes, accurately striking the enemy's vitals.
Xiao Wu was incredibly brave. He wielded a huge battle axe, and each swing of it was accompanied by a whistling sound. Wherever he went, demon soldiers were cut in two.
He let out a deafening roar, like an enraged lion, his imposing presence intimidating the surrounding demon soldiers.
The Dark Lord, high above, angrily watched everything unfold before him.
His meticulously planned conspiracy proved utterly ineffective against Zhuang Yu.
He could clearly feel the fear and despair of the demon soldiers, who fell in swathes like harvested wheat.
His face was as gloomy as the night sky before a storm. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. He wished he could tear Zhuang Yu to pieces.
"Damn bastards!" The Night Demon Lord gritted his teeth and roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield like that of a wounded beast, "Kill them all!"
However, his orders could not reverse the decline.
Led by Zhuang Yu, the alliance members pierced the demon army's ranks like sharp knives, dividing them into countless small pieces and defeating them one by one.
The demon soldiers had long lost the will to resist; they could only desperately wave their weapons and retreat step by step under the powerful offensive of the alliance members.
Despite achieving a partial victory, Zhuang Yu dared not let his guard down for a moment, knowing that the Dark Night Demon Lord would not give up so easily.
His eyes were sharp as he scanned every corner of the battlefield. He could sense an unusual atmosphere in the air, an atmosphere that made him uneasy.
He knew in his heart that the Dark Lord was brewing an even bigger conspiracy, and an even more brutal battle was about to begin.
Zhuang Yu looked around. The alliance members were immersed in the joy of victory, but his heart was filled with worry.
He knew that the real test had just begun, and he had to be fully prepared to deal with the impending crisis.
He walked up to the high platform, put his hands behind his back, and gazed at the dark horizon in the distance, the light in his eyes growing ever deeper.
“Interesting…” he said in a low voice, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.