The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Translator: imperfectluck  Editor: Kurisu

Summer in Year 10 of the Dawn Generation came rather early.

Two weeks of heavy rain occurred in the central area of the main continent. This short and “fulfilling” rainy season caused the humidity and temperature to rapidly rise, immediately bringing midsummer.

The swift end of the rainy season wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Perhaps many people wouldn’t understand. Even though heavy rain would be really troublesome for the local residents’ combat preparations and logistics, it would be the interdimensional invaders who had the most difficult time.

From a certain standpoint, war was really fair as it would give both sides an equal amount of pain and difficulty. The rain would trouble the local residents while also sinking the demons, devils, and ogres into a quagmire as they had difficulties with logistics to begin with.

Very few people would consider whether the demons and devils from myths would actually require logistical support while in the mortal plane. It seemed like they could fill their bellies simply by eating corpses, but the truth was that they required a tremendous amount of food as logistical support.

Although demons would always arrogantly shout about eating humans and devouring their souls, there really weren’t that many demons who would actually devour humans on the battlefield. There was still an instinctive repulsion for an intelligent creature to eat another intelligent creature, but this was even more because demons were also creatures with senses of taste and smell. They wouldn’t enjoy eating rotten corpses if they had any other choice.

Low-level demons weren’t picky, so they wouldn’t need to worry over a lack of “food”. The higher-level demons were the ones who actually needed more ordinary food in order to satisfy the endless hunger stemming from their soul’s instinct.

Meanwhile, the devils had always looked down upon “barbaric beasts that needed to eat raw meat”. The devils would do their best to maintain their so-called elegance even while eating mortals’ souls by using plates, knives, and forks…

The devils wouldn’t only want bread and cooked meat. The mid and high-level devils even had a special taste for drugs, alcohol, and tobacco. These were all relatively expensive luxury items.

If this was in the Chaos Abyss, no matter if it was the demons or devils, no matter which level of the Chaos Abyss they attacked, they basically wouldn’t need to consider the issue of logistics. Even if they didn’t bring enough food supply with them, Onibabas and other such dimensional merchants would automatically follow them. Victory would also bring them enough loot for their food supply needs.

And if they lost? If they lost, they would become the victory loot for others, so thinking about such a thing would be meaningless.

However, that would be impossible this time…

The entire mortal plane was filled with the demons and devils’ enemies. Apart from the insane and dark cultists, nobody would be friendly towards these dimensional invaders, so there would be nobody providing resources for them.

The attack on the Lord of Tyranny wouldn’t only bolster the humans’ morale. This attack had shattered a Dimensional Door as well as the devils’ attitude that this was a relaxing vacation. All the devils had seen Sarwenstan’s wretched state, which would also make all devils reconsider their future before entering the mortal plane. Voluntarily coming to battle here versus being forced to come and battle would have totally different effects.

As for the destroyed Dimensional Door, this wasn’t as simple as there still were four more Dimensional Doors here after one was destroyed. The destruction of a Dimensional Door would mean a complete loss of energy balance between the Dimensional Doors here. Dimensional cracks and shock waves had simultaneously appeared, meaning that massive explosions had occurred over in the Chaos Abyss on the other side. The dimensional shock waves would need to calm down before the other Dimensional Doors could have resources invested into them for use again.

This would greatly slow down the devil invasion, especially since the sly and selfish devils would now have a perfect excuse to observe the situation, or desert the devil army, or pretend they were listening to orders without actually doing much.

The human generals wouldn’t pass up such a rare opportunity. They immediately started an attack right after hearing this news. The royal dragon knights acted as the vanguard and forcefully attacked without caring about the price they would have to pay.

Since the devils’ leader was currently absent due to injury, the devils’ already tattered leadership naturally became utterly chaotic. Most of the devils fighting on the frontlines could only fight for themselves. Since they had just arrived in the mortal plane, they would also need to get accustomed to the environment here. On top of that, the great majority of lower planes would never have any rain, which gave the devils trouble as they weren’t accustomed to such weather.

Of course, this was only a small amount of trouble, as the devils had come here planning on fighting the angels and dragons to begin with. They would be far stronger than ordinary humans.

Devils were naturally born with elemental magic resistance and a certain amount of magic ability. Individual devils were far stronger than individual humans on average. The humans’ elite forces got to taste what it was like to be cannon fodder for once.

Both sides suffered incredibly serious losses. However, maybe the humans had gained fortune from misfortune. The elite human knights had become far more skilled at fighting in heavy rain due to the previous battle against Shupnus’s undead forces in his artificial rain.

Meanwhile, many of the devils had never seen rain in their entire lives. They were naturally resistant to acid and fire, but this was meaningless against natural rainfall. Additionally, the devils weren’t familiar with the land here, and it was a terrible feeling to fight while surrounded by enemies on a pitch-black rainy night, so the devils were deserting quite swiftly the moment that the combat situation seemed to be going poorly for them.

It was impossible to calculate the losses on either side, since nobody would possibly know how many corpses had sunken into the muddy swamp created from all the rain. However, the generals on both sides were having difficulty accepting how quickly their elites were dying off.

At this time, the human generals were hoping to use the temporary advantage from Sarwenstan’s retreat to gain as much as they could while gritting their teeth no matter how great the losses. Meanwhile, the devils knew that they would receive reinforcements if they persisted as the devil generals and leaders wouldn’t be so easy to deal with.

Many of the devils really regretted coming to the mortal plane as they had come to enjoy themselves but instead were forced to “wrestle with barbarians in the mud”. This also made it more difficult to recruit additional devil soldiers in the lower planes.

But for the devils, things were only getting even worse.

The devils had taken over the undead territory, which meant that they had also taken over the trouble facing the undead.

Asolivis, which had been created coincidentally to begin with, actually wasn’t very appropriate to be the undead’s home base. This was because Asolivis was far too close to an enemy faction since the wood spirits’ Forest of Dreams was right next to it.

In the past, the undead forces had pressured the wood spirits, making it so that the wood spirits could only defend themselves with the forest’s terrain advantage. However, things were different now. The wood spirits were going on the offensive. Even though their military force wasn’t very large, it was a solid threat to Asolivis.

Even without a battle of attrition, as long as the wood spirits sent a force to threaten Asolivis’s outskirts, this would definitely keep a portion of the devil army busy. Besides, as Bardi and the other countries had requested, the wood spirits had sent out an attack squad with battleships that were capable of fighting a major war of attrition for several years.

To the west of Asolivis was the battlefield with the Forest of Dreams, which had already become a meat grinder. 10 years had passed since the wood spirits were created. This Silver Species had already reached the peak of the world. These 10 years hadn’t been peaceful at all for them. Although their ongoing war with the undead hadn’t escalated to a deathmatch level, the war had never stopped for even one moment. Every single wood spirit had matured through warfare. They were all experts at defensive battles and guerilla warfare. Many powerful individuals had also appeared among the Contract Heroes fighting with the wood spirits after participating in the 10 years of warfare.

Individually, the wood spirits were solidly more powerful than the devils due to the magical plants and terrain advantage. The Forest of Dreams’ existence meant that the devils never had the possibility of an overwhelming quick victory to begin with, as the devils didn’t have a solid foundation here.

To the east of Asolivis were the Bardi knights and dragon knights who were doing their very utmost to attack the devils. These knights were the elites among the elites. They were willing to pay any price to protect their homeland. They also had excellent logistical support, so they could afford to go all out in a battle of attrition.

The devils had to face major threats from both east and west. The size of their entire battlefield was already larger than most small and medium-sized kingdoms. The complex terrain was also a nightmare for logistical support, especially since the skies were currently ruled by the dragons. Trying to supply the frontlines was the equivalent of a suicide mission.

In the end, the powerful devil leaders had to personally ensure logistical support for resupplying the frontlines, yet they only became high-rank targets for others to hunt down.

The logistical support nightmare for the devils was only beginning. The overly long and complex supply line was identified by others as the devils’ weakness. The Forest of Dreams issued a large number of devil supply line ambush missions to the Contract Heroes, which helped many of the newer Contract Heroes to learn the fun of grinding points.

The wood spirits were now incredibly wealthy. The top 10 point earners for them in every month would be handsomely rewarded.

However, it was likely that nobody else would be able to catch up to this month’s #1 ranked point holder. This was because nobody wanted to compete with this person.

“Roland Mist? Why has he come to the Forest of Dreams? What’s he doing grinding points here?”