Agatha The Legendary Guild Master

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The shift in battle was swift and shocking. Acting as tanks, the newly added demons to my army had worked their magic, shielding all players behind them from harm, setting the grounds ready for players to push the demons forwards, with hardly any remarkable resistance.

Plus no losses, this was an astonishing turning table move that shocked everyone here.

The lost morals and the weak beliefs in me had already gone and been replaced by strong devotion and very fixed belief in me that made me doubt I was making a cult not a guild.

Pushing the demons forward, so smoothly and this easily, with the fact that the demons everywhere were the same in rank and strength, so my players kept moving like unstoppable lions, crushing everything in their way like an avalanche.

The momentum gained here wasn't that easy or cheap as it seemed, as I was alone knowing how costly it was. Despite this initial charge, and the clear horns of victory echoing everywhere, I was in my position, high up in the sky, in my balloon, seeing the whole battlefield in general view, knowing how far we were from victory.

The demons near us were shaken, that was a fact, but the numbers of demons were endless. I didn't know what that damned castle did, but all I was sure of was the fact all this layer, or what separated us from the next layer, was full of demons.

That made our initial win have no weight at all, and if things kept going in that direction without my interference, the demons I summoned would be eventually exhausted to death, and my players would end up on the back foot once again.

However, what we gained during this, not too short, moment of triumph wasn't just morals and beliefs, but also what demons gifted us, items I could use, products I could sell, and I didn't flinch to sell them all, despite the pain I had when I sold them.

This was an investment, future investment. If I clung hard to my desires, kept my hand away from spending coins to support my army, then I would end up losing much more than I could gain in the near future.

So, a new patch of demons was added to the field. This time I had many demons already stored in my prison, so I didn't need to waste more gold coins in trapping some of them.

The newly added demons didn't stir up much shock this time, in fact it stirred a thunderous cheering from my players, who began to taste the true meaning of being invincible, of having a leader as mighty and wise as me.

Adding this patch, mixed with higher ranked demons, added more momentum to my players. their feet weren't just moving forward slowly, they were racing the wind, running so wild, trying to catch up with my demons up ahead.

In fact, I could control my demons, order and organize their ranks, but I refrained from doing so. The enemy wasn't sane beings or players, but crazy monsters who were driven mad by us, or anything else I was not aware of.

Using tactics against these savages was a mistake, fighting chaos with chaos, and order with order, that was the best thing to do. I left my demons wreck havoc everywhere without any restraint, even if it meant for my players to start feeling tired from chasing them.

This time, it took me a couple of hours to feel threatened again. my demons were strong and many, but my enemies bested them in numbers not strength. That made the battle one-sided for two long hours, however after that I felt the emergence of resistance from the demons, or perhaps it was my demon side that was starting to feel tired and exhausted.

What also increased the rate of my demons' exhaustion was the increased rate of attack on our rear. We had delved deeply into demons' ranks, and that was an inescapable fact that we had to deal with if we wanted to exit this nightmare.

I was sure it would take long, so long, for players left behind us to bypass this nightmarish region. I didn't care about them, not for now, as I had to emerge from here with the least losses and most gains.

The only benefit I gained during these two hours was the huge amounts of treasures I got from the battlefield. With the mad rate of fallen demons on the battlefield, my players mostly were engaged in dissecting them. that kept the item flood running without pause, and even my porins started to be full.

As my demon army started to waver, I didn't hesitate to sell many of my items, keeping only the most worthy ones, the pearls and the medallions, to myself for now. If possible, I wouldn't sell any single item of them, and I hoped this new addition would be enough to support my players for a longer duration.

Being sold, my wealth brisked with gold coins that were in tens of millions, but I didn't even glance at them, as a huge patch of demons vanished miraculously from the battle field.

My players were busy keeping up with my demons, dissecting the fallen ones, and trying to kill any demon that managed to slip by accident. So, the disappearance of a new, huger patch of demons from the battlefield was only noticeable by those on the balloons, knowing what that meant.

In the next moment, all the demons which just disappeared from the ground reappeared again, standing side by side with my players, who had already gotten used to their presence and their role in fighting for them.

The newly added patch of demons was the highest in numbers so far, numbering in hundreds of thousands, and their presence added more security to my players, and more confidence in me.

I stood my position, up there, watching the course of war, which was now one sided killing in our favor. I knew my demon army now was more than enough to topple up the balance and maintain this huge advantage for us for so long, long enough to get us out of here, I hoped.

But I didn't order my players to stop their dissection, despite we didn't need any more gold coins, for now. This was a chance for me to store up many things in my porins, and also to amass a huge amount of money.

Demons recruited in the second layer were good, but compared with demons on the third, fourth, and higher layers, they were weak.

I believe at a higher layer or two, all these demons recruited here would be lost, died in battle, and I would need to recruit more.

I also intended to leave here after I reach layer five, establish a territory there. So I needed to save gold coins, so I could amass huge armies of demons, to serve as protectors for my territory.

The threat wasn't from other demons, as they would be easier to deal with even by my players. The threat came from other players, either those who had territories here, or those just passing by.

There was no rule preventing any passing player from attacking a territory, and if my actions back at my game annoyed certain people, and I believe they will, they might seek to cause me some losses here, to divert my attention from my game world.

I didn't want to be put in a position to choose between my two own properties, so I needed to make it impossible for any force, no matter who it was, to come here and harass me.

Lost in thoughts and plans for the future, time rapidly passed. After many hours, nearly ten, we came so near from the borders separating the second and third layers apart. I could see the border clearly from my balloon, and I estimated we needed mostly one hour to cross it.

The battle had long entered into a fervent stage, where demons from both sides were killing without any order. Amidst these hours, my hand was forced once to summon another demon patch, as the demons were about to be exhausted.

Right now, out of the slightly over half million demons I summoned, less than one hundred thousand was still standing here. I hesitated, as the distance remaining wasn't that big, and it didn't worth spending any more coins over rank two demons, while I could easily recruit rank three in less than one hour.

So I decided to wait, wait until it seemed impossible to move forward, then I would have to act again, hopefully I wouldn't need to.

The situation was very tense on me, intense on my players down there, and luckily I didn't need to use any more coins, as we finally passed through the barrier and entered layer three.

What a shocking disparity between the two layers! I felt I just was picked from hell and was thrown into heaven. The layer was open, calm, with hardly no demon anywhere.

However, my demons were mad as they moved in their fury towards everywhere, even some of them headed towards the barrier, shockingly planning to go back and kill some demons.

It was finally time to restrain them.

"Halt! Come and stop there!"

My voice was loud, clear, with a high tone of authority, as once heard, my demons all, like they were controlled as puppets, stopped in their places, before they moved, coming from everywhere, in a sense of chaos that had the smell of order within it.

Strange!

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