Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Aldred looked around in the secret underground base with Corduul. He nodded in satisfaction as he looked left and right with a hot cup of tea in his hand.

Corduul's mechanical army got a lot more auxiliary troops than Aldred. He got information-gatherers robots that could obtain information about local geography, numbers of enemies, the enemies' firepower, secret bases, key personnels, vital target, and so much more.

This was the reason why the Mechanicum could destroy the other large underworld organization so fast. Not only they could gather data and information so quickly, they could plan out hundreds of steps ahead in only a few hours and sometimes even minutes.

Whereas Generals used their experience and instinct to fight wars, the Mechanicum used a data-specific approach for their strategy in fighting a war.

The only thing that stopping them from defeating Victor was the lack of firepower. The Mechanicum consisted of thousands of tech priest that could combine their creativity and thought process to invent something new and create a plan to achieve an objective.

But they still failed to match Victor's invention. That should show Victor's true value, but sadly, Aldred had to kill him.

It was fine though. The Mechanicum was more than enough for him. He was satisfied with how goal-oriented they were. Aldred did not have to worry about them being lazy or use funds for pleasure and entertainment.

The tech priest and the super soldiers within the Mechanicum considered their jobs and duty as pleasure. If they did not get to work, they would suffer tremendously.

In other words, these people were obsessive workaholic.

As their boss, Aldred was more than happy to have them under his wings. Gladly, he had sent them billions of gold coins and tons of resources. The Mechanicum worked much more efficiently now that they got so much resources in such time.

That was how they could build this mechanical army that was much stronger than before.

But of course, they need an upgrade because they now fight in a completely different continent.

"When can we attack?" Aldred asked.

"Right away. According to calculation, if we march now, our army should arrive at Marldon under twenty minutes. Our assassins bots would kill anyone around the area to prevent a leak of information. The arrival of our army would be a surprise to the enemy, and they will not be able to react properly."

"What if they have Adamantite Rank?" Aldred asked.

"My robots have collected some memories from the locals. The chance of encountering an Adamantite Rank is quite low."

Aldred smiled. Corduul really was an effective worker. He killed locals and sucked the information out of their brain before he even needed to tell him to.

The man or robot was as competent as Tarrar. Tarrar was more like his go to manager for all kinds of things, but Corduul was his war general and battle adviser.

"So is everything ready?"

"Yes, our army is ready to attack. In our estimation, the city should be taken over after 45 minutes."

Aldred laughed. "Any other person would not believe what you said." He drank his tea right after that statement.

Corduul suddenly looked to the side and then reported: "Master, there are hostiles approaching.

...

Outside Towbone, there was a wide expanse of vast grassland. Near this grassland were the farmlands where farmers laboriously worked for some bread. The farmlands were beautiful with dazzling rice crops waving in the wind. But of course, they could only dream of consuming one.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes thumping against the ground came from afar. When the people who worked on the field looked to the east, they saw a fully armed cavalry cloaked in black galloped towards them.

The farmers looked shocked and then sprinted away immediately, throwing their tools away.

"The Dark Horse! They are the Dark Horse!"

"Run back to the city!"

Men and women scrambled away, running as fast as they could.

The cavalrymen, cloaked in black, rushed towards the city with a sinister smiles on their faces. They were as fast as arrows.

"Get inside quickly! We are about to close the gate!"

The farmers ran inside the city before the guards began to close the gate.

The guards' faces pale when they see the cavalrymen in the distance.

"They are two kilometers away from our city," Corduul reported.

"Let's go outside." Aldred and Corduul teleported atop the wall. The wind blew his hair as he stared into the distance.

"Look, the town leader is here! We are saved! We are saved!"

The people burst into cheers when they saw him.

Aldred waved at them and smiled with one hand holding his tea. He wondered why they had so much confidence in him.

"Who are they exactly?" Aldred asked.

A soldier approached and bowed. "My lord, the Dark Horse is a notorious criminal group around this area. Their members are consisted of powerful Platinum Ranks cavalry warriors, and they have massacred an entire village before when they refused to give him 'protection money'."

"Are they that strong?"

"Very, master. It's weird. They usually attack at night. This means that they are underestimating us."

"I see." Aldred's eyes shone as his lips curled into a grin.

There were only a few hundreds warriors in Towbone at Platinum Ranks, and of course, none of them came here to aid the city.

They actually did not live in Towbone. They only came here to compete to decide who could rule Towbone and get all of its riches. When they became the town leader, they did not even stay in the city. Instead, they used the money to spend it wherever they want.

Basically, they wanted to use the city as their cash cow. So, nobody in Towbone was actually at Platinum Ranks.

"Dark Horse! Charge!"

The cavalry galloped towards the city.

"Attack! Attack!"

The guards atop the wall fired their arrows, but when the arrows struck the armor, it ricocheted.

Within a few seconds, the cavalrymen arrived at the bottom of the wall. Akhen, the leader of the Dark Horse, erupted with a powerful aura, and with explosive strength, leaped, and then landed atop the wall.

He brandished his long serrated blade and then tore all the guards that came towards him.

"Akhen! Akhen!"

"Akhen! Akhen!"

The cavalrymen below raised their weapons and burst into excited cheers. After that, they also leaped atop the wall and slaughtered every guards they saw.

They all stopped when they saw a weird robotic man standing next to a 12 year old boy.

Akhen scoffed. "What are these two? A walking can of metal, and some random snotty kid with a tea in his hand?

"You are not that impressive," Aldred said, sipping his tea. "Well, compared to the Platinum Ranks in my hometown, your strength is better, but there is not much in differences."

"I don't know what you are talking about, kid. But let me give you a slow and torturing death!"

Akhen rushed forward, but suddenly, Corduul raised his right hand and a metal projectile fired.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Akhen was shot three times. The bullets penetrated his armor, and even pierced through his back.

Akhen spat out blood as his vital organs were injured. "Bastard! You're a magician! They did not tell me that the enemies have magicians on their side!"

"Magician! That walking piece of metal is a magician?!"

"No wonder he looks so mysterious and lifeless. Every magician always have that unique aura to them."

Akhen gritted his teeth. "Men! Don't be scared! There is only one magicians! If we work together, we can kill him and bring his head for a big bonus!"

"Fuck yeah!!!"

Aldred sighed and drank his warm cup of tea.