World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1100 - 497: Welcoming Dina! The Great Battle Erupts!

Chapter 1100: 497: Welcoming Dina! The Great Battle Erupts!

When it comes to Lanling’s killing technique, what is his strongest skill?

Of course, it’s archery!

Because of his powerful spiritual power, his shooting skills can be called perfect—a hundred shots, a hundred hits.

Therefore, when it comes to arrows, the more the better.

Dina prepared eight bundles of arrows for him, engraving Lanling’s name on each shaft, and marking each arrow feather with a distinct sign.

This way, when harvesting heads, there won’t be any mistakes.

The Barbaric Wilderness is extremely wild and primitive, but there is one thing that’s critically important: the sense of honor.

Head-stealing is not unheard of, but it’s rare. Once discovered, the perpetrator becomes an outcast with nowhere to hide.

Thus, on the battlefield, as long as a fatal point on a fallen enemy is pierced with an arrow, that head won’t be taken by anyone else.

Fortunately, Lanling is a vice centurion and has a horse to ride.

The warhorses of the Barbaric Wilderness are much taller and fiercer compared to those of the Human Kingdom. Carrying eight bundles of arrows is not overly taxing for them.

Once everything was prepared, Lanling was about to head to the army to fulfill his duties.

At this moment, the little girl was feeding beans to the gryphon chick.

"Caw caw... catch..." She threw a bean with her small hand.

The gryphon chick opened its tender beak, striving to catch it, but it was too small and Yaya was too mischievous, often throwing the bean far away, so the chick often couldn’t catch it.

Even so, when it missed, it would wobble over, pick the fried bean from the ground with its beak, and eat it.

The two little things played harmoniously together. The little girl was still too young to understand what parting meant.

Lanling picked her up and kissed her little face fiercely.

The little girl giggled and dodged away, then continued teasing the gryphon chick.

"I will protect Yaya," Dina said. "On the battlefield, make sure you take care of yourself too."

Lanling nodded.

Then, leading his warhorse loaded with eight bundles of arrows, he set off for his camp!

...

Lanling was assigned to the cavalry unit, counted as the strongest team within the Foreign Tribe Army, but also the most dangerous.

On the battlefield, this cavalry unit took on all sorts of tasks: charging at the forefront, scouting enemy positions, and more.

Lanling’s superior was named Leitong, a Demon Warrior!

In the Demon Race’s world, injustice was commonplace. Some tribes were able to effortlessly break through and become Demon Warriors, such as the Tiger Clan, Leopard Clan, and Wolf Tribe.

Leitong, for instance, was a Leopard Clan warrior with unparalleled strength.

At this moment, the cavalry unit of over a hundred people had assembled, standing neatly in formation on the grounds.

Although their nutrition was somewhat lacking, this was still the strongest unit in the Foreign Tribe Army, with every individual looking exceptionally valiant and robust.

"This is our cavalry team’s new vice centurion, Lanling," Leitong introduced.

Immediately, the warriors in the cavalry team looked at him with distrustful gazes.

However, they didn’t express it openly, nor did they say anything outright.

In these few days, nearly everyone in the Foreign Tribe Army knew Lanling was Suo Mo’s nephew and that he had brought along an extraordinarily adorable daughter.

The brothers in the Foreign Tribe Army held Suo Mo in immense reverence and fervor, so naturally, they also felt an affinity toward his nephew.

Moreover, in these few short days, the little girl had played around the entire Foreign Tribe Army Camp with the gryphon chick. Her cuteness had won over the hearts of almost everyone.

Thus, while the brothers in the Foreign Tribe Army bore no malice toward Lanling, they harbored considerable skepticism.

After all, every day they saw Dina whipping Lanling to drive him through the most basic strength and speed training.

In the camp, weighted running was the most fundamental exercise for building basic stamina.

Next came archery training, sword training, greatsword training, and live combat practice.

Yet Lanling had undergone barely ten days of weighted training before suddenly joining the army as a vice centurion.

To be frank, that was something the comrades weren’t convinced about. He hadn’t been through any actual battlefield slaughter, nor had he completed the full suite of combat training.

But no one dared to voice their complaints. Their fervent admiration for Suo Mo meant they would never question any of his decisions.

They presumed that, since Suo Mo had no offspring, grooming his nephew was only natural.

Still, when it came to Lanling, they weren’t exactly thrilled, suspecting he might tarnish Suo Mo’s reputation. More critically, this could undermine the spiritual core of the Foreign Tribe Army, which emphasized fairness and justice above all else.

As a result of this sentiment, when Leitong introduced Lanling, the cavalry team’s brothers appeared notably indifferent.

In the Barbaric Wilderness, strength reigned supreme—if you lacked power, others wouldn’t respect you.

Leitong showed no intention of introducing Lanling to the lower-ranked captains. Lanling couldn’t help asking, "Sir Leitong, which squad should I lead?"

The entire cavalry unit of over a hundred people was divided into ten squads, with each squad led by a ten-man captain.

Three squads comprised a single team, overseen by a specialized team leader. The vice centurion generally commanded a team of about thirty riders.

Leitong replied, "All our team leaders and squad captains have filled their roles. For now, just stay by my side on the battlefield. Don’t wander around. As for military merits, if you are willing, we won’t let you feel embarrassed."

Leitong’s meaning was clear: Lanling was here to gain status, but he wouldn’t command even a single soldier.

On the battlefield, Lanling would simply stay by Leitong’s side, protected under his wing.

When it came to battle achievements, as long as Lanling had the audacity, Leitong would share some of his own kills with him, ensuring Lanling wouldn’t lose face.

Leitong’s efforts were truly thoughtful. If not for his reverence for Suo Mo, he might have already driven Lanling away.

Yet, purely based on appearance, Lanling seemed rather weak.