Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

de is also greater than those in the Martial Alliance, so I think that even if we can’t occupy a few places, the situation will not be too bad.”

Woon-seong’s brows twitched.
He then pointed out a certain topic. 

“Unexpected damage?”

Since they had generally occupied most of the anticipated areas, this meant that the unexpected damage was not great.

But it was important to note that the damage was unexpected.

Some people think that this was being too sensitive.

But Hyuk Woon-seong was the head of the Cult of the Heavenly Demon.
He was the leader of the largest organization in Murim.
No minor damage could be overlooked. 

Moreover, there was a saying that there were no such things as coincidences in Murim. 

Sang Gwan-chuk was aware of Woon-seong’s thoughts and carefully reported the damage. 

“After the people occupying the area were slaughtered, the Martial Alliance took over.”

“Slaughtered?”

Sang Gwan-chuk nodded.
“But there was something strange about it.”

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Sang Gwan-chuk glanced down at the map.
On it were forces of the Martial Alliance and Demonic Army splayed out. 

“There were no Martial Alliance troops moving towards us before the men were attacked.”

When Sang Gwan-chuk said that, Woon-seong’s face was cold.
Eyes were placed all around the battlefield, and they had a way of looking down at the area from a bird’s point of view.

But they hadn’t caught any troops moving in this situation? 

That was ridiculous.
If more than a certain number of people moved, there would be traces.

Nevertheless, there had been no sign of the enemy.

What that meant was simple.

“It was an individual.”

A fatal variable.

It meant there was someone who could move alone and annihilate one of the Demonic Cult’s attacking groups.

Although the slaughtered unit was not one of the Twelve Supporting Units or one led by a Demonic Master, the individual had killed dozens of people by himself.

“With that level of strength, they would have to be amongst the 72.
Did anyone from the Martial Alliance leave their post?”

Sang Gwan-chuk shook his head.
He was the Senior Strategist of the Cult, who could be called the Brain of the Heavenly Demon. 

Obviously, the man had investigated this manner.

The result was… 

“There was not a single one of the 72 who left that day.”

Woon-seong frowned.

Something was unsettling.

Unexpected damage. 

It could be a coincidence of war, an accidental confrontation.
It could also have been insufficient information. 

But this was a planned war.

And information had been sufficient. 

But there were still variables? 

It’s worth investigating. 

Woon-seong slowly told the strategist, “Tell the Demonic Teacher and the Captain of the White Ape Unit to look around and consider the unexpected variables.”

Sang Gwan-chuk nodded.
“Understood.”

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After learning about the situation in Guizhou, Woon-seong slowly got out of his seat. 

He then stepped outside.

As he left, the flat lands caught his attention.
He stood at the end of the plains. 

Foo—

The wind blew.
At the same time, the scenery at the bottom was in sight. 

Woon-seong was standing at the summit of a mountain.
To be precise, it was one of the Cult occupied bases.
Looking down, he could see several peaks and ridges. 

Each peak was randomly mixed with dark red and blue flags.

The dark red belonged to the Demonic Cult.

The blue ones with a cloud belonged to the Martial Alliance. 

Perhaps tomorrow all of these flags would change color.
All in dark red, symbolizing the Demonic Cult. 

As Woon-seong was conjuring up such a scene, Sang Gwan-chuk approached his side. 

“I am going to do a rabbit drive.”

Woon-seong, who had an overview of the operation, did not ask why Sang Gwan-chuk had chosen to use the words ‘rabbit drive’. 

The Strategist knew that too, but still explained it again.
“The Charred Dragon Unit and the Demonic Master will drive out the Martial Alliance from each base.
Eventually, they will be thrown out of the peaks and gathered into the basin.”

That was why it was a rabbit drive.
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Woon-seong nodded, turning to look around.
Like he said, the basin caught his eye. 

It was a basin surrounded by peaks.

It was a basin with plenty of space, even when armies were entangled together.

And the operation did not end just by pushing them into the basin.

“The specially custom-made items arrived earlier today.
By the end of this rabbit race, we should be able to finish setting up.”

Sang Gwan-chuk continued to draw operation plans in his head. 

“That way, we can show hell to the sects.” 

Looking down at the basin, Woon-seong muttered coldly, “That basin will be their graves.”

And the next day, the battle began.

And just as Sang Gwan-chuk had said,

“Chase after them! ”

It was a rabbit drive.