In contrast to the battle situation on Glen's front, the situation on the other battlefield was even more disheartening.

With the successive arrival of the kingdom's reinforcements, the demons ought to have been gradually subdued.

However, the leader of the demon forces this time boasted a terrifyingly formidable strength.

As the vice marshal of the kingdom and the chief instructor of the griffin knights, Fitt was a noble seventh-level knight. Inheriting the Night Flower Swordsmanship left by the ancient deities, she possessed top-tier combat prowess. Yet, she found herself unable to defeat her opponent despite her efforts.

This was a grave miscalculation!

The massive black griffin was merely one-third the size of the bone dragon, and its combat effectiveness was significantly inferior.

In fact, the bone dragon's strength even faintly surpassed that of the demon leader.

It was by relying on this powerful mount that the demon leader, whose combat power was originally thought to be slightly weaker than Fitt's, managed to gain the upper hand.

"Hahaha... You are a powerful warrior of humanity, but you are no match for me. Why not accept my contract and become one of us? Become a great demon. It's such a pity to waste your strength among humans. Be my subordinate!"

The demon leader repelled Fitt time and time again, speaking in a voice that was extremely grating.

"Demon, you are unworthy!" Although Fitt seemed to be pushed back, she went all out in every collision, never showing the slightest sign of submission.

The black griffin, which originally had a coat of shiny black feathers, now had its plumage in tatters due to the battle. Some feathers were torn off, while others were charred.

The battle had already far exceeded its initial expected duration. If this continued, the endless stream of demons would surely breach the defensive line established by the knights sooner or later.

After much consideration, Fitt, as if having made up her mind, distanced herself from the enemy after another clash. She took out a scroll of parchment from her person and quickly scribbled a few lines on it.

The parchment quivered slightly for an instant, and finally, a message appeared on it.

Upon seeing the message, Fitt's eyes widened in surprise.

The demon leader, on the verge of launching another attack, seemed to sense what her opponent was up to. It laughed loudly and said:

"Hahaha... You're trying to call for reinforcements, aren't you? Hoping to get those supreme powerhouses in your kingdom to deal with me? Hahaha... That's impossible!"

Fitt put away the parchment. Her gaze, sharper than ever before, was cold as she said, "Demon, what on earth are you planning? You even went so far as to send the Demon Lord's avatar to attack the capital city!"

The Demon Lord was the supreme ruler of the demon realm, existing on an entirely different plane of existence from other demons. He possessed power comparable to that of a god.

However, the Demon Lord had a significant limitation: he could not emerge from the rift of the Abyssal Demon Realm in his true form. Even if his avatar left the realm, it would suffer considerable damage.

The demon realm's willingness to pay such a high price for this operation indicated that there must be a grand conspiracy at play.

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"I'm not going to tell you. Just keep guessing, hahaha..."

The demon leader sneered.

After saying that, it prepared to launch another attack.

But Fitt was no longer willing to engage in this meaningless skirmish. She immediately urged her mount to turn around and flee. With a slash of her sword qi, she slew a large number of low-level demons, much to the relief of the griffin knights and the powerful warriors who had come to their aid.

She issued a loud command: "All retreat! Establish a new defensive line!"

The demon leader did not pursue them, as it was already exhausted. Moreover, it could not stray too far from the demon lair in the first place.

Fitt knew that her opponent would not give chase, but she attributed it solely to the enemy's fatigue, unaware of another underlying reason.

The demon leader returned to the demon lair and let out a deafening roar, which served as an order.

The demons that had been frantically charging the knights' defensive line suddenly halted and then retreated back into the demon lair one by one.

Although the demons in the lower realm were seemingly endless, they could not be replenished quickly. They also required a period of recuperation, in other words, the "rate of replenishment" could not keep up.

The kingdom warriors, who were on the verge of exhaustion, all heaved a sigh of relief. They had been expending a great deal of energy for nearly a day, and if this continued, they would surely collapse sooner or later.

At this time, the griffin knights who still had some energy left went to requisition local institutions such as the police station to provide logistical support for the warriors.

Fitt sat on a small hill with her back against her mount. She had removed her helmet, revealing a face that was both heroic and captivating.

Due to the battle qi she had cultivated, her hair, eyebrows, and lips were all black, yet her extraordinary temperament remained undiminished.

The armor on her body was covered in scars, and the residual demonic power on its surface had not yet dissipated.

While she was adjusting her breathing and slowly regaining her strength, a tall male knight with golden hair approached and said respectfully, "Honorable Chief Instructor Fitt, Rez Harqi, the Guardian Knight of Kaeladria City, offers his respects."

Fitt opened her eyes and looked at the newcomer. "Knight Rez, what is it?"

"I noticed just now that the chief instructor sent a request for help to the higher-ups. But... could you tell me what has happened?"

Rez's eyes betrayed a hint of confusion.

After pondering for a moment, Fitt decided that it would be acceptable to inform him. She then explained, "An avatar of the Demon Lord emerged from the rift of the Abyssal Demon Realm and launched an attack on the capital city."

These concise and direct words sent Rez into a state of shock.

He had initially assumed that this was an ordinary demon invasion. After all, the demons would periodically harass various kingdoms at random. But now, with the involvement of the Demon Lord's avatar, the situation had become far more complex and intriguing.

Seeing that the other party remained silent for a long time, Fitt added, "Do not spread this information. The warriors are already exhausted."

Rez, snapped out of his daze, nodded. "I understand."

With that, he withdrew.

Subsequently, powerful reinforcements from various regions, along with several promising apprentices dispatched by the Knight's Temple and the Mage Alliance, reported to Fitt one after another.

After all, Fitt was the overall commander of this operation.

The last to arrive were three bishops of the Saint Sawi Church. When facing these three individuals, Fitt adopted a slightly more solemn attitude and responded with the appropriate etiquette of their church.

Only after the three of them had left did Fitt finally have the opportunity to focus on restoring her strength.

Approximately four to five hours later, Fitt opened her eyes.

By this time, a large number of temporary logistical personnel had arrived, and some tents had been set up.

"We cannot afford to prolong this war," the black griffin suddenly spoke in a human voice.

Fitt stood up and nodded. "The avatar of the Demon Lord cannot persist for long. This means they are confident of achieving their objectives before it fades away. We must indeed resolve this battle before then, or the consequences will be dire."

"But the enemy's strength has exceeded our expectations. With our current strength, it seems impossible to achieve our goal," the black griffin said as it gazed at the towering demon lair on the distant horizon.

"There is no other option. We will make a last-ditch effort once all the remaining reinforcements have arrived," Fitt said, her tone unwavering.

The black griffin knew that its master was an extremely proud individual, and her words were not to be taken lightly.

"I will also do my utmost," it declared.

Fitt turned around and gently touched a scar on her mount. In a rare display of tenderness, she asked, "Night Claw, does your wound still ache?"

The black griffin shook its massive head. "This minor pain is negligible. It's just a pity..."

Fitt tilted her head slightly, waiting for her mount to continue.

"It's just a pity about my beautiful feathers," the griffin said, its eyes filled with regret.

Fitt fell silent.

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