I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 160

I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

Chapter 160

Caesar flew through the sky and let out a bitter laugh.

“Looks like you really want to become the Demon King.”

At first, when that guy had white horns, I truly thought he was the Demon King.

But when I saw the white dough that fell from his horns, I realized he was pretending to be the Demon King by attaching plaster from a nearby gypsum mine to his horns.

And one more thing I discovered.

They plan to advance on the 199th lightning strike day.

I don’t know why specifically the 199th lightning strike, but does it even matter?

He’s a guy who rose to the throne based on theocratic politics.

He must have judged that the invasion time has come when the 199th lightning strike should occur, based on his own doctrine, so there’s no need to think rationally about it.

‘So how many strikes are left now?’

That was the most important thing.

Now that the rainy season has been going on for almost a month, I need to find out how many lightning strikes have occurred to roughly determine their invasion date.

Then, I saw a strange statue placed on top of the pyramid.

Lightning-shaped statues were positioned one in each direction.

‘Come to think of it, the number of these stairs……’

Caesar glided through the sky and counted the pyramid stairs.

From the bottom to the altar, he counted exactly 200 steps.

It seems they plan to invade when those statues reach right below the altar.

Rumble!

Lightning struck the forest.

Then four trolls with two horns each quickly prepared and placed the statues on the stairs.

As expected, they place a statue each time lightning strikes.

So what’s left is….

“Only 21 strikes remain now.”

At most, it looks like they’ll attack in three to four days.

Caesar furrowed his brow.

“Damn it.”

Even if Caesar returns to headquarters without stopping, it will take over 24 hours.

There’s a high probability that they’ll start their invasion by the time Caesar flies back and reports.

Facing them without any preparation to fight the Black Horn tribe?

This would be almost equivalent to suicide.

Caesar stared at Raven’s feather pen drawing the map.

The terrain, landmarks, and the number of Orcs were meticulously recorded, along with magical coordinates.

“Hmm…….”

A bizarre thought crossed Caesar’s mind.

“……If I’m lucky, I might be able to buy some time.”

It’s highly unlikely to work, but now is the time to take a chance.

Caesar led Whitey and headed towards the Eagle valley.

***

-I can’t fly anymore.

Caesar had truly pushed Whitey to the limits and barely made it back to headquarters.

As soon as Whitey arrived at the stable, he collapsed.

The journey took approximately 20 hours.

Without constantly administering stimulants, he wouldn’t have been able to fly like this.

Messio rushed over to Whitey in a panic.

“Imperio! What on earth happened?!”

This guy keeps calling him Imperio.

I told you his name is Whitey.

I wanted to say something, but I just ignored it.

There were more urgent matters.

Caesar entrusted the collapsed Whitey to Messio and spoke.

“Feed Whitey well and let him rest. He worked hard.”

“Imperio-o-o-o!”

Caesar immediately ran to Raven’s house.

He knocked on Raven’s door.

“Is Wizard Raven home right now?!”

Squeak!

The door opened faster than expected.

After wiping his shoes on the doormat, Caesar saw Raven coming down from the second floor in pajamas.

From the hair in her mouth, it seemed she had been sleeping.

“Ahem! You’re back already? I thought it would take about a week.”

“There’s something really urgent.”

Raven dried Caesar’s clothes with her wand.

“What’s so urgent?”

“I have one question. Can a wizard stop the rainy season?”

“…It seems like you think wizards are some kind of gods. That’s impossible. If it were possible, we would have stopped the rain long ago.”

As expected, that won’t work.

Then there must be another way.

“What about stopping lightning in a specific area?”

“…Lightning?”

“Yes. Is it possible to stop only lightning?”

Raven furrowed her brow and then spoke.

“So you mean lightning, not thunder? Lightning that falls to the ground.”

“Yes. Exactly.”

“What’s the range?”

“The wider, the better.”

“Tell me the precise range.”

Caesar spread out the maps he had drawn yesterday on the table.

“Just stop the lightning within visible range centered on this pyramid.”

Raven checked only the magical coordinates and the area without looking at anything else.

“Hmm…”

Raven tapped his index finger on the table.

It seemed he was calculating magic.

After silently calculating for about 5 minutes, Raven spoke.

“When 52 elemental wizards who know lightning magic are present, we can stop lightning for 162-168 hours.”

Calculating 168 hours, that’s a full 7 days.

Is this really possible?

Honestly, I thought it was highly unlikely to work.

Wizards are truly great.

Raven is a god.

“If magical coordinates are provided periodically?”

“We could even stop lightning forever.”

“So how many elemental wizards know about lightning magic?”

“We’ll have to count, but there are 183 wizards from the Gale Magic Tower, so gathering 52 should be possible.”

Caesar clenched his fist.

“Perfect!”

“But why on earth do you want to stop lightning?”

Caesar chuckled and said,

“If we stop lightning, we can buy time.”

The 199th lightning strike?

I’ll make sure it never comes.

***

Caesar’s emergency meeting was quickly attended by Elijah and the Allied staff officers.

Caesar’s staff members Jerry, Gavin, Le Aidim, and Charlie were also present.

As soon as everyone gathered, Caesar began his explanation.

“First, the number of Black Horn Tribe members we must face is at least 150,000.”

At the mention of 150,000, the staff officers’ expressions stiffened.

The current total number of Allied soldiers is approximately 400,000.

Even this number is not entirely accurate, as it includes those who have become rebels or those incapacitated by malaria prevalent in the demon realm, causing them to be unable to fight.

Thus, the number of operational Allied soldiers is roughly between 250,000 and 300,000.

‘Oh? Wouldn’t having more numbers be enough?’ one might think, but gathering them in one place is problematic, and even if gathered, there are still issues.

If they leave their defensive areas, they could be occupied by other Orc tribes besides the Black Horn Tribe.

Elijah spoke up.

“How many troops can we actually operate?”

“Approximately two divisions.”

“So that’s roughly between 30,000 and 40,000.”

“According to the numbers we tracked last week, it’s around 42,000. Excluding non-combat losses, it would be about 38,000.”

What can they possibly do with just 40,000 troops?

Moreover, the Black Horn Tribe members are not easily killed like other Orcs.

No matter how much he thought, he couldn’t envision a way to maintain the front lines.

“What on earth were you doing until we reached this point?”

“Didn’t you send even a single reconnaissance mission?”

“No, we sent reconnaissance, but none of the scouts returned! How can we scout the Forest of Beasts without proper reconnaissance assets?”

“What’s the standard for calculating non-combat losses? 4,000 non-combat losses? That’s almost 10%, isn’t it?!”

Hmm, this is a mess.

Even with A to S-grade staff officers gathered, they’re busy pointing fingers at each other. It’ll be interesting if Baker, the division commander, becomes the Allied commander.

No, would he even want to fight?

He seems like the type who would say ‘endure with a soldier’s mental strength‘ like some foolish remark.

Elijah slammed the table.

Immediately, all the staff officers fell silent.

“Let’s hear more of Caesar’s report and discuss the operation. From now on, no one is to speak without my permission.”

Caesar raised his command staff and began his report again.

“First, the Black Horn Tribe is located 320 km southeast of our position. After listening to the speech of their leader ‘Geotech’, his target was the Demon King’s Castle.”

Caesar drew a straight line on the map to the Demon King’s Castle.

“The distance to the Demon King’s Castle on the map is approximately 500 km. If they don’t deviate and go in a straight line, the first Allied unit they’ll encounter is the 8th Division, located about 200 km away, which would take approximately four to five days to reach by Orcs walking speed.”

The staff officers swallowed their breath.

If they were to move right now, the 8th Division would be torn apart like wet newspaper.

“However, we’ve found a way to delay their march.”

A look of doubt crossed the staff officers’ faces.

Caesar pointed to the pyramid drawn on the map.

“Geotech said in his speech that he would ‘set out on the 199th lightning strike’. In other words, if we can somehow block the 199th lightning strike, we can indefinitely postpone their departure date.”

Elijah let out a hollow laugh as if it was interesting.

“Is that possible?”

“Yes, it is possible.”

The response came from Raven.

“If it’s lightning and not thunder, it’s possible.”

At Raven’s answer, the staff officers seemed to squirm as if they were itching to speak. Finally, unable to hold back, the Chief of Staff raised his hand.

“May I ask one question?”

“Go ahead.”

The Chief of Staff spoke while looking at Caesar.

“Before discussing whether stopping lightning is possible or impossible, do you really think it makes sense that just stopping lightning can delay their departure date? All the Orcs I’ve seen so far were the type to seek battle if they didn’t see blood for even a day. Do you really think they’ll wait until the 199th lightning strike?”

“Then why would 150,000 Black Horn Tribe members wait for more than a month in front of this pyramid? If I were them, I would immediately invade the Demon King’s Castle.”

Caesar’s words left the Chief of Staff speechless.

Gathering an army of 150,000 Orcs was only possible when the Demon King was present.

But now, isn’t the Demon King gone?

“Geotech governs the Black Horn Tribe based on a powerful theocracy. If Geotech said they would depart on the day the 199th lightning strikes, that’s when they’ll go. There’s no particular reason otherwise.”

Caesar looked at the staff officers.

“I understand this sounds nonsensical. But how many times has common sense ever prevailed in this demon realm?”

The staff officers became somewhat solemn.

Caesar was right.

This was the demon realm.

A world that operates on completely different principles and common sense from the continent.

Judging by human standards in such a place was not just arrogant, but downright stupid.

Caesar looked at Elijah.

“The key to this delaying operation is speed. We must mobilize the magicians to stop the lightning before the magical coordinates become disrupted.”

Elijah and Caesar’s eyes met.

Would Elijah truly support Caesar’s operation?

Based on their previous conversations and information, Elijah would likely accept Caesar’s opinion.

Because if the front lines were breached before Elijah’s troops could retreat to the Iron Fortress, his forces would suffer devastating damage.

“Since you have command of the magicians, can’t you do as you please?”

“As you said, I will unconditionally proceed with the delaying operation. I’m already recruiting magicians to carry this out. However, the primary purpose of this delaying operation is to consolidate resources and capabilities to deal with the Black Horn Tribe. Simply buying time means nothing.”

Caesar approached Elijah as closely as possible.

“So I humbly request that you trust me and help me devise an operation to handle the Black Horn Tribe while I buy us time.”

Elijah began to think deeply.

As soon as Elijah started thinking, Caesar used psychometry.

-In just 48 hours, I’ve learned so much.

-I’m quite impressed.

This bastard…

Anticipating that Caesar would use psychometry, he was already mentally speaking to Caesar.

-I also don’t particularly want the Black Horn Tribe to pacify the demon realm.

-They’re too aggressive and powerful.

-But couldn’t Agatha divide and rule the demon realm with the Black Horn Tribe?

Caesar immediately understood Elijah’s thoughts.

He was planning to use Geotech to check Agatha’s growth.

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