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After the next course of action was decided, the entire Jura Tempest Federation went into motion.
All the executives became busy.
Even Shirou Emiya no longer had the leisure to stay in his laboratory researching magic. He had to personally oversee the organization of troops, divide them into three separate forces, and then hand command over to the appropriate leaders.
The first was the main army.
This force was led by Benimaru.
Its core consisted of the Orc army under Gobta and the Goblin troops commanded by Rigurd. Since they would be directly confronting the main forces of Demon Lord Clayman, this unit possessed the strongest overall combat power.
The second was a small elite unit.
This force was led by Shuna.
Most of its members were assassination troops under Souei, supplemented by a small number of magic soldiers from other races. Their target was Demon Lord Clayman's stronghold. Stealth was paramount. Every soldier under Shuna's command was an elite.
The final group was the defense force stationed in Emiya City.
This force was led by Rigurd.
Their responsibility was maintaining public order within the city. They did not require extensive elite training. After all, Veldora was still stationed there. Anyone attempting to cause trouble under his watch would probably be tired of living too slowly.
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With everyone completing their preparations, all pre-war arrangements were finalized.
One morning, under Rimuru's teleportation magic, the assembled army vanished from Emiya City.
Their destination was the Orc Kingdom.
Under the command of Benimaru, who had evolved once again and obtained the unique skill "Grand Marshal," the Jura Tempest Federation's army advanced like a broken bamboo, cutting through resistance and achieving victory after victory.
"As expected of Benimaru," Shirou Emiya said quietly, sitting on the sofa as he read the constant stream of reports from the front lines. "It looks like I can safely hand over all military affairs to him from now on."
This period also coincided with the approaching time of the Demon Lord's Banquet.
Inside the small conference room, Rimuru and Ramiris were waiting calmly for the invitation that would transport them to the banquet's strange location.
According to Ramiris, the Demon Lord's Banquet was not held in any fixed place. It existed in a special space that required an invitation to enter.
Because of that, there was no need to rush.
They simply needed to wait.
"'Grand Marshal' really does suit Benimaru's aggressive style," Rimuru said. "It's a skill made specifically for controlling power."
Rimuru was clearly satisfied with Benimaru's new unique skill.
The core of "Grand Marshal" lay in "Prediction Calculation." It could read the flow of power with extreme accuracy and eliminate deviations entirely. This ability was not only effective in individual combat, but terrifyingly efficient in large-scale warfare.
It converted the movements of an army into power pulses, allowing success or failure to be judged with near-precognitive precision. If the army entered a disadvantageous state, the skill could immediately issue optimized commands to adjust tactics and reverse the situation.
In war, such an ability was practically cheating.
The battlefield valued precision of information transmission above all else, and Benimaru could command the entire army in the most optimal way possible. At present, he was commanding a combined force of thirty thousand soldiers, including the Orc Kingdom's troops.
To Benimaru, directing them was as natural as moving his own limbs.
On top of that, "Grand Marshal" also had a morale-boosting effect. The troops under his command experienced noticeable enhancement. Individual combat abilities increased by roughly thirty percent.
Which meant the army's overall strength increased by thirty percent as well.
Now, in terms of numbers, their forces were no longer inferior to the enemy's. In terms of quality, they were clearly superior.
There was no reason to lose.
The smooth progress of the war in the Orc Kingdom kept both Rimuru and Shirou Emiya in good spirits. It allowed them to calmly prepare for what was coming next.
"Speaking of which," Rimuru said, "how much does Veldora know about the other Demon Lords?"
With the Demon Lord's Banquet approaching, Rimuru could not help but feel tense. Even though the other Demon Lords were not the primary targets of this trip, gathering information in advance was still the prudent choice.
"Demon Lords, huh."
Veldora put down the manga in his hands and fell into thought.
Although he had been heavily influenced by Rimuru's memories and had developed a noticeable chuunibyou streak, Veldora could still be reliable when it mattered.
"Well, I was once hunted down by an enraged Vampire Demon Lord after I destroyed a vampire city," Veldora said. "That was quite an interesting experience."
"The opponent was a very beautiful woman. Her strength was pretty good. Later on, though, she vanished without a trace. What was her name again? Ru... Rurus? No, maybe Milas? Anyway, even though I didn't use my true strength, the fact that she could toy with me at all was impressive. You should be careful."
After hearing this, Shirou Emiya and the others could not help but break into a cold sweat.
The old Veldora really was a walking disaster.
It was no wonder that after he was sealed in the Jura Forest, the Demon Lords had declared it a forbidden zone to prevent anyone from releasing him.
Just how much did they dislike him?
"Oh, that," Ramiris suddenly interjected loudly. "The current Demon Lord of the Vampire race is a man named Roy Valentine. The transition happened around fifteen hundred years ago."
Hearing this, Rimuru silently prayed that any lingering grudges had long since disappeared.
After that, Veldora also introduced Dagrull, the Demon Lord of the Giant race, and Guy Crimson, the Demon Lord of the Archdemon race.
Dagrull had fought Veldora several times, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.
As for Guy Crimson, Veldora had never fought him, mainly due to Guy's remote location.
"Guy, huh," Veldora said. "Guy is insanely strong. He, Ramiris, and I are the oldest Demon Lords."
Ramiris immediately nodded along. "That's right!"
Shirou Emiya nodded quietly as well.
He knew about Guy.
One of the seven primordial demons. One of the original Demon Lords.
In the current era, he was undoubtedly among the strongest beings in this world.
"Eh?" Rimuru looked at Ramiris skeptically. "On the same level as you? That feels kind of unreal."
After all, Ramiris looked visibly weak.
"Hah?" Ramiris snapped. "Are you looking down on me? I'm super strong!"
As she spoke, she even threw a few punches in the air, clearly trying to demonstrate her power.
Just as Rimuru was about to say something in response, the space beside them suddenly twisted.
A distortion appeared.
A door slowly emerged from the warped space.
Shirou Emiya immediately stood up.
"It seems the one picking us up has arrived," he said.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the passage to the Demon Lord's Banquet."
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