Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

Chapter 222

1.

There’s a saying that the momentum is different.
The momentum of the demon soldiers and the fallen demons was clearly different from that of the common monsters.
The demon soldiers had already died once and been defeated.
They were warriors who, even in death, held their spears and swore to fight once more.
The fallen demons had already lost a leg once.
They were those who had dreamed of an ideal world, crossed a bridge of clouds, and fallen, knowing the pain of those who have touched the ground.
Compared to them, what about the common monsters?

• "If the demon soldiers are like Mongol troops, then the fallen demons are like some kind of failed dish."
• "They're just walking failures."
• "I can’t stand these hell creatures."
• "What about the common monsters then?"
• "They're not even monsters, they're treated like dishes, haha."

Even the viewers seemed to belittle the common monsters, feeling that they were greatly lacking in momentum.

"They are not warriors. They don’t know the pain of defeat. They’ve only lived peaceful and pastoral lives! Are we really going to lose to such creatures?!"
"No!!"
"Then take up your spears! Cut off their legs and show these monsters the sorrow, the pain, that our fallen demon kind have endured!"

The speech of the right-hand man, the powerful fallen demon leading the army, boosted the morale of the front lines.

However, that didn’t mean that the hero-class monsters leading a million-strong army were easy opponents.

Boom— boom—

"Reinforcements!"
"They've circled around!"
"Why were the sentries asleep?!"

In an instant, the rear was hit.

"Was the barricade this close?"
"Wait... this is a setup! They're advancing with pre-set barricades!"
"These bastards... While we were distracted with the siege, they’ve surrounded us and are trying to kill us from behind."

They initiated a siege strategy.

"We have to break through one side."
"The sacrifice will be large."
"Still, if we don’t, we’re all dead."

Even though the fallen demon army had been cornered and was about to execute a desperate breakthrough, they were still undeterred.

"Ughhh!"
"Are these guys monsters?!"

It wasn’t just a simple rush from the fallen demons; their fury allowed them to match ten common monsters per fallen demon, easily pushing through the siege.
The common monsters, unable to defend themselves, began to fall, and one side of the siege line began to break.
They didn’t understand the poison of the fallen demons.
They couldn’t comprehend the brutality of the fallen demons and their unrestrained violence.
They didn’t know what it meant to swear never to retreat again after falling from the ideal world into hell.
They couldn’t understand the resolve to never go back to that hell.
Because they hadn’t experienced it.
Because they didn’t know the ground.

The volunteer forces of the common monsters failed to make use of their strategy or numerical superiority.

"We’ve broken through!"
"With this, we can join the reinforcements..."

Crash!

Indeed, the common monsters didn’t understand.
Only one monster truly grasped the difference.
The high-ranking official.
The one who was leading the common monsters in slaughter.
The brilliant strategist, pushing the monsters toward their doom, had an extraordinary command of the battlefield.

• "How many victories did it take to be able to do such things?"
• "It looks like the tactical and leadership skill trees are almost maxed out."
• "That’s crazy."
• "At that point, it’s an endgame build."
• "The endgame was already passed when they fought the Demon King, haha."
• "What level are we talking about?"
• "Even level 20 players can’t stop that."
• "Is that even possible? At level 20?"
• "Just because you level up doesn’t mean arrows and spears won’t still hurt you."
• "Even if you get a special forces team from the White Spirit Army, you’ll probably get wiped out by that monster."

Powerful.
Not just strength, but depth of mind.
The wisdom of controlling the battlefield with the hand of a genius.
The fallen demon army that had broken through the siege line now found themselves facing a double and triple encirclement.
Even with their superior combat strength, they could only last so long when continuously attacked from all sides without rest, and they were beginning to falter.

"If reinforcements don’t come, we’ll be annihilated!"
"That’s wrong. They’re not coming!"
"A 50,000-strong army is at risk of annihilation. The demon soldiers won’t change that!"
"Has the lord abandoned us too?"
"Ugh, I’m sick of this life of defeat. I’d rather fight to the death than be captured!"

Even as morale hit rock bottom, the fallen demons prepared for their final resistance.

Aaaaah—
Ugh—

Strange screams began to echo in their ears.
This was no ordinary scream.
It was different from the screams of monsters being stabbed by spears, clearly distinguishable.
For them, it was far more familiar...
It was almost like the desperate cry of a soul that had fallen from a great height, nearing the final moments of life.

Whip, whip, whip.

Beyond the dense walls of spears, something flickered in the distance.

"Monsters?"
"Did we see that correctly?"

At first, even the fallen demons were confused, but gradually, their expressions began to change.
The tremors from the rear slowly spread forward, and soon, like a domino, the walls of spears started to waver.
Facing the enemy, they knew they shouldn’t look, but their heads turned and their spears pointed in the wrong direction.

"Is that... a goblin from the next village flying in the sky?"
"Isn’t that...?"
"Something is coming. It’s something that’s knocking the monsters away as it gets closer!!"

The siege line began to collapse.
The fallen demons now felt a sense of urgency, but for a different reason than before.

"Oh no, those bastards are coming here!"
"If we fall back, we’ll get crushed!"
"We have to hold on!"

The situation of the fallen demons was like a swarm of fish being attacked by a net in a river.
Indeed, it was a raid.
The charge of the common monsters, who rushed in without thinking of anything else, created more casualties than all the previous battles combined.
It was a clash between those who fought to break through for survival and those who fought to hold on for their lives, and now it was a fight to the death.

Crash!

The breakdown of the common monster forces accelerated.
Until now, the breakdown had been caused by the fear of the rear being overwhelmed, which had spread panic to the front.
But this collapse was different.
The attack had reached the rear, overwhelming the middle ranks.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It was like a frog being swept away in a typhoon.
First, one or two frogs would hit the ground or a signboard, but soon the signs would tilt, windows would break, and the bodies of frogs would cover the ground.
Some bodies would soar and fall, only to begin to rain down like bombs.
The monsters were being flung into the air, torn apart, and their limbs and bodies scattered.

What was happening on the battlefield was no different.

The ones who were trampled to death by their own kind after falling back were somewhat fortunate.
They died without even experiencing what it was like to be killed.

Finally, the fallen monsters, with tears streaming down their faces, frantically collided with their comrades in front of them, urging them on.
In the chaos, some even stabbed their fellow soldiers with their spears to make way for themselves, knowing the urgency.

It was understandable.
It couldn’t be helped.
How could anyone stay sane when a madman, swinging a blade that left red trails in the air, was chasing them, creating a massacre?

For the monsters, humans were like cheeseburgers.
Tasty, well-cooked.
Just a meal for survival.

But what if that cheeseburger started shooting plasma beams in all directions, killing people and destroying buildings?
Naturally, they would have no choice but to flee.
Trying to stop such a mad cheeseburger would be impossible, even if they had something in their hands.

Carnage.
Ravaging.
Massacre.
And silence.

The encirclement was broken.
The bodies of monsters that had been broken, severed, and cut piled up to the sides, opening a path down the center.
A path was cleared, and a Silent Swordsman walked through the blood-soaked ground.
Even as she walked, not a sound could be heard.
Unrealistically beautiful.

"My lord."
"The Silent Swordsman herself has come to save us."
"What could she be thinking?"

The monsters gazed up in awe.

"Isn't she thirsty for more blood?"
"She must be wishing to cut more."
"Ugh, look at that sinister gaze."
"She’s completely bloodthirsty."
"She won’t come for us, right?"

The fallen demons, unsure and fearful, wondered about their silent lord’s true thoughts.

‘At the peak, this kind of situation is so cumbersome.’

At her level, one slash would end it all.
But because she was at the peak, she slashed forty times.

She knew it would be just as they feared.
If they knew, they’d all be terrified.

[You have crushed the siege walls built by the 100,000-strong army with your own power.]
[Your subordinates are deeply impressed by your power after escaping the brink of annihilation.]
[Complete the final act and leave a lasting impression on your subordinates.]

?Interaction Option?
[At the end of the massacre, you...]

1. Laugh with blood on your hands. (Pleasure of Massacre)
2. Execute the surviving enemies. (Cold Judgment)
3. Cut off the head of a subordinate who dares to meet your gaze without kneeling. (Strengthening Military Discipline)
4. (Silently raise your sword and lead the way.)

[? Option 4. Silently raise your sword and lead the way.]

[Your faction gains the effect of "Force March 1".]
[Your faction members will continuously benefit from "Force March 1".]

A brilliant military strategist can put a haphazard army in danger.
But an overwhelming individual can render even the most dangerous strategy powerless.
The fallen demons, who had witnessed this firsthand, could feel their hearts pounding violently.

"Wow, our lord seeks even more blood!"
"Let’s follow!"

The Silent Swordsman, shattering all tricks with her slaughtering sword, led her army toward the main force of the high-ranking official.