The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 452 Burn Chaos to Ashes!
The loyal and brave Prince Colin arrived at the port of Thunder City today. However, when he learned that Princess Eileen was carrying out a sacred mission in the Dusk Province, he did not want to stay a moment longer and immediately rushed to the front line outside the Torrent Pass.

He said he couldn't leave his beloved girl alone in such a dangerous place, and he would do everything in his power to find her!

Oh, Saint Sith above, let us pray for this sincere love! May the Holy Light protect you both! Though he is a magician, he is a true knight!
It is worth mentioning that this time, Prince Colin did not return to this port that he longed for alone. Accompanying him was Sak Gale, an envoy from the United Kingdom of Gutaf.

The name Gutaf has a long history.

Long, long ago, in the distant First Age, before the Holy Light shone upon this land of ignorance and barbarity beneath our feet, the people of the Dragon God were our allies.

Of course, I'm talking about the true children of the Dragon God, not those ugly worms crawling in the southwestern swamps...

— Thunder City Daily

Sak Gale's arrival ignited the enthusiasm of the citizens of Thunder City, especially when they learned that he was also a prince.

For the sake of the gold, that lizard face actually seemed rather cute. Especially after they learned that on the distant continent of Gana, the lizardmen of the Windhowl Kingdom could even make floor tiles out of gold…

Regardless of whether Sak can successfully keep his lizard skin and complete the task given to him by the Demon King, Brancia, who had been lying in wait on the southern border of Sparrowwood Territory for several days, finally spotted her prey…

In the vast forest, an army of about 100,000 men marched with high morale toward Sparrowwood Fortress.

In the midst of the army formation, a burly man was straddling the back of a giant gray bear that was about three meters tall.

He wore heavy leather armor on his chest, held a long, curled whip in his hand, and had a fierce, beast-like face. Although he was missing an eye, it did not diminish his chilling killing intent in the slightest.

His name was Sloan, and his nickname was "The Black Beast".

In the Twilight Province of the Kingdom of Ryan, it was a name that struck fear into the hearts of countless officers and knights of the kingdom, simply because he had once commanded tens of thousands of beasts to devour an entire castle of people alive.

And this was after the other side had already surrendered.

While the number of beasts was likely exaggerated, the event was undoubtedly true; otherwise, he wouldn't have become a Platinum-level powerhouse due to the favor of Chaos.

Some say he was a former animal trainer who rebelled after a knight's squire shot and killed his beloved dog. Others say he was a clown kept in a lord's castle who was thrown into the arena to be fed to the lions because of his affair with the lord's wife.

But whatever his past may have been, he has now clearly distanced himself from his past weakness and become someone that everyone fears.

Now it's his turn to throw those he doesn't like into the animal cage.

For some reason, he, who should have been arrogant and domineering, was now somewhat uneasy, feeling as if a pair of unseen eyes were watching him.

Is it chaos?

The great god Urgos finally took notice of his sacrifice and showed him love and approval.

or……

Saint Sis had his eye on him, and his brutality finally aroused the wrath and hostility of the gods.

Thinking of this, Sloan showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

If that's the case, that would be wonderful.

Isn't this what he's been striving for all this time?
Perhaps his leader, Kaylan, had thought about establishing a more egalitarian kingdom, or something else, but he never did.

His wish has always been singular—

That is to take revenge on Saint Sith!
Whether the saintess of Quemu Territory is real or fake, he vowed to use the cruelest methods to grind that charlatan to dust, to make her watch the light she believed in disappear before her eyes, and to make Saint Sith regret sending his servant to this land!
He can't wait!

Gazing at the dense forest ahead, Sloan, riding on the bear's back, squinted his single eye and called out to his subordinates who were walking beside him.

How far are we?

Upon hearing his leader's voice, the captain of the personal guards dared not delay and immediately reported.

"Reporting to the chief, we should be able to reach Stream Village in the southern part of Sparrowwood Territory by nightfall at the latest."

Sloan raised his hand, impatiently interrupting him.

"I didn't ask you how far it is from that village, I asked you how far it is from Sparrowwood Fortress!"

The captain of the guards was sweating profusely and spoke tremblingly.

"This...it's estimated to be another three days' journey."

three days?

Sloan clicked his tongue.

What a bummer.

"too slow!"

Just as he finished speaking, a light laugh suddenly came from not far away.

"Yeah--"

"Then let's finish this quickly."

Before he could even react to what the sound was or where it came from, a cacophony of insect chirping, like a locust swarm, suddenly filled the air!

In just a moment—

A sudden change occurred!

"Tsk tsk tsk—!"

Accompanied by a deafening buzzing sound, a dense barrage of arrows suddenly rained down from the sky, like a sudden downpour!

Each arrow was tied with a bell, like the scythe of death, reaping the lives of thousands of soldiers in an instant!
Caught off guard, the vanguard troops following Sloan were thrown into chaos amidst screams, suffering heavy casualties!

Sloan was terrified. He squeezed his legs together and straightened up from the broad bear's back. With a flick of his long whip, he cleaved through the torrential rain of arrows!
However, the whip in his hand was only four or five meters long. It was enough to block the arrows shot at him, but it was still wishful thinking to try to cover the entire vanguard.

The rain of arrows never stopped.

Wave after wave fell from the sky, continuously reaping the lives of his Green Forest Army soldiers, while simultaneously unleashing fear with their deathly screams.

Watching his brothers fall one after another, riddled with bullets, Sloan's eyes widened in fury, his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

These cowards who only dare to launch sneak attacks!
He raised his right arm high, his long whip cracking in the air with a thunderous roar, while he roared at his chaotic subordinates.

"Hold your ground! Don't panic! A bunch of rats are trying to ambush us. Follow me and break through that witch's ambush!"

Sloan, after all, possessed platinum-level strength; his thunderous roar did indeed salvage some of the morale of the vanguard, which was on the verge of collapse.

Two cavalry units emerged from the flanks of the vanguard and, led by two centurions, charged toward the direction from which the arrows were coming.

However, something unexpected happened.

Just as they were halfway through their run, streaks of milky white silk suddenly appeared in the forest, colliding with the galloping hooves of the horses!
"Uu——!"

Panic-stricken cries echoed through the forest as warhorses tripped over their legs and were thrown forward, horse and rider alike.

Before the two cavalry units could figure out what was happening, spiders as tall as a person suddenly appeared from the shadows of the forest...

An officer of the Green Forest Army exclaimed in shock, his pupils constricting.

"It's a burrowing spider!!!"

A cave spider?!
The green-turbaned men stood frozen in astonishment, including Sloan, who was riding on the bear's back, who stared wide-eyed for two seconds.

How did a cave spider end up here?!
Unbeknownst to them, in the neighboring Duchy of Campbell, the Cave Spider was not only a common magical beast in the Ten Thousand Ren Mountains, but also the mount of the Flame King.

Since the Holy Maiden even has "Holy Spirits" under her command, it's not surprising that there are cave spiders.

"Aww! Guys! We've taken the bait!"

"Mine! It's all based on my experience!"

"It's lunchtime, hahaha!"

A group of spiders excitedly pounced on it, among them were a few "spider riders" riding burrowing spiders.

Riding on the back of the "first boar in the Chinese server," "Dragon Travels Ten Thousand Miles" brandished his harpoon, excitedly shouting "Kill! Kill! Kill!" as if a god of war had descended upon the world!
Because the relationship between the Great Tomb and the surface humans was too harmonious, and the internal strife had long been quelled, he hadn't had such a satisfying battle in a long time!
Now is the time for him to demonstrate the bravery of the Dragon Soars Across the World Guild!
Seeing his cavalry and vanguard pinned down by the ambush, Sloan finally lost his temper. He cursed loudly, brandished his whip, and led his personal guard in a charge.

The charging bear was like a carriage crashing through the forest, snapping and uprooting the pine trees in its path.

Seeing the BOSS charging towards him, Long Xingwanli's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Well done!" He then charged forward with his harpoon!
A man and a lizard are fighting each other!
Before the sharp harpoon could even pierce the grizzly bear's hide, it was slapped away by a palm the size of a door, along with a spider and a lizard.

Before Long Xingwanli could even react to what had happened, he saw himself cut in two and cursed, "That wasn't enough!"

Seeing his leader fall from his horse, the [Dragon Walker - Super Fierce Warrior] who was right behind him quickly raised his magic wand and roared.

"Rise, my bro!"

A faint green light pierced into Long Xing Wanli's tattered body, bringing him back online from the brink of disconnection, where he reappeared as an undead lizardman!
"Dried and fluffy—"

Wanli roared, grabbed the harpoon, and was about to fight another three hundred rounds when a fierce gust of wind struck, smashing him and the unspoken "beautiful" into mincemeat.

"Roar—!" The gray bear roared, pressing its front paws to the ground and grinding them twice to make sure the fly was completely crushed into mincemeat.

Sloan clicked his tongue in disgust, swung his long whip with his right hand, shattering the skeleton mage who was trying to cast a spell, then reached forward with his left hand, pinched the arrow that was shot towards his temple, and threw it back.

With a whoosh, [Dragon Travels a Hundred Miles], who had just drawn his bow and nocked an arrow, was pinned to a large tree behind him before he could even see the BOSS's attack.

The "failed eel" carrying him was startled and turned to run away, but before it could even dart two meters, it was whipped into a spider-like mess.

The defeated filthy eel exclaimed, "Holy crap! This boss is way too overpowered!?"

[Dragon Travels a Thousand Miles], holding a sword and shield, was shocked, but seeing that Wanli and Baili had logged off, he gritted his teeth, raised his shield, and charged forward.

"Oooo!"

Not surprisingly——

She went down too.

Even though silver-level skeleton soldiers can easily defeat a bunch of blind adventurers, they are still nothing but trash in front of true high-level superhumans.

【一叶知秋】wisely refrained from going up, instead staying on the edge of the battlefield and dealing with the easier-to-handle grunts along with 【忽晚】.

However, such old silver coins are still in the minority.

The vast majority of players, of course, still aim for the world boss, which offers higher rewards. After all, you don't lose money if you die, but if you win, you'll make a fortune!
Sloan's face was filled with disgust as he watched the endless stream of small fry charging towards him.

Although their attacks did not cause him any real harm, there were simply too many of them, and wave after wave, with no end in sight.

Even a large number of ants can kill an elephant.

Although they were still far behind, Sloan had no intention of continuing the fight, and the barrage of arrows continued to rain down on his position.

These grunts can be left to his brothers behind him; the most urgent task now is to take out the enemy's archer position!
Just as he roared and urged the giant bear beneath him to charge forward again, a dangerous premonition suddenly approached his brow.

Sloan's heart tightened, and relying on the instincts honed in battle, he flipped over and leaped off the bear's back!
Almost at the same time, a black lightning bolt struck the top of his mount, so fast that he could barely see it!
"boom--!"

The three-meter-tall bear crashed to the ground, its bloodthirsty head completely gone, leaving only a pile of black charcoal and bloodstains.

Sloan's eyes widened. He had no time to mourn his mount. He stared intently at the direction from which the lightning had struck, not daring to look away for a moment.

What it is?
magic?

But it doesn't seem like it...

Just as he was analyzing the situation, a figure in a jet-black evening suit appeared silently in the shadows under the pine tree ahead.

She was a pale-skinned woman with a languid smile on her face, seemingly out of place in the bloody atmosphere around her. However, her purple pupils exuded a demonic aura, making one wary of her languid demeanor.

"Damn! It's Brancia!"

"Damn it! I knew it was another plot-driven death!" "No!!! My experience tells me!"

The sounds of wolves howling and ghosts howling rose and fell.

Upon seeing the "Thorn Demon General" Brancia suddenly appear on the battlefield, the players who were besieging the BOSS immediately started cursing.

Only the truly clever novice didn't complain. Instead, while the two big shots weren't paying attention to him, he hunted down the remaining soldiers that they could handle on the battlefield.

Brancia was already used to the Demon King's strange servants, and showed no surprise on her face. She simply yawned as she looked at the Green Forest Army leader, who seemed to be on high alert.

"A bunch of noisy fools... Do you ants of your caliber dare to challenge my esteemed Majesty?"

"Heh, you're really overestimating yourself."

His Majesty?

Is he the king of the Kingdom of Ryan?
Sloan stared intently at the woman of unknown origin, a ferocious look gradually creeping onto his face as extraordinary power coalesced in the long whip in his hand.

"Another lackey of Saint Sith... Then let me see what you're capable of, daring to spout such arrogant words in front of me!"

"Hmm... Saint Sith?"

Brancia glanced listlessly at her fingernails, peering through the gaps at the gradually distorting face and the gathering aura in his hand. A playful smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

"Poor fellow, it seems you don't even know who your opponent is—"

Before she could finish speaking, Sloan struck first, a long whip as swift as lightning, heading straight for Blancia's face!

"Snapped--!"

The pine tree, which took two people to encircle, was blown to pieces as if hit by a cannonball, its roots and soil shattered, and it was blown backward by the noisy wind!
Looking at the deep trench left on the ground, Sloan felt no relief at his successful sneak attack; instead, his heart sank to the bottom.

What a great speed!

He didn't even see how the woman dodged, let alone where she went!
Just as he was filled with astonishment, a soft laugh suddenly came from directly behind him, followed by a short scream.

Sloan turned around abruptly and saw his captain of the guard staring wide-eyed, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, rendering him unable to utter a sound.

The next second, crimson branches emerged from his mouth and nose, and then his two eyeballs fell to the ground with a thud.

The scarlet stamens pierced his chest and grew at an incredible speed, devouring all his flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton standing there like a climbing trellis. Soon after, even the skeleton was swallowed up by the wildly growing stamens and thorns.

The woman who had disappeared reappeared.

And standing amidst those blooming crimson flowers, the spreading blood did not stain her jet-black evening gown at all.

Behind that lazy smile, dozens of Green Forest Army guards, like ants caught by man-eating vines, followed in the footsteps of their captain, their blood and life force drained by the scarlet buds!

Looking into those chilling eyes, Sloan felt the hairs on his body stand on end and his joints tremble uncontrollably.

What terrifying strength!

He had encountered formidable opponents before, but this was the first time he had ever faced such insidious and ruthless tactics, causing a terrifying thought to arise in his mind—

"You are... a demon from hell?!"

But how could a demon be with a saint?!

and--

Logically speaking, a demon of the same level should not be able to defeat a knight of the same level, but his strength is above that of a knight of the same level, and he may even be able to put up a fight if he is a level above!
Could this guy be at the peak of Diamond level?!

Even amethyst grade?!
"clever."

Looking at the shocked Green Forest Army leader in front of her, Brancia smiled with approval, but her voice remained as cold as ever.

"As a reward for the insect, I will grant you special favor and allow your flesh and blood to become fertilizer for the thorns beneath my feet."

"dream!!!"

Sloan roared and slammed his hands on his chest. Suddenly, a dark blue curse mark appeared in his palms, transforming into chains that flew out in all directions, drawing hundreds of dark blue beasts to surround him!

The monsters gnashed their teeth and sucked blood, staring at Brancia standing on the blood-soaked thorns, letting out low growls and rubbing their front paws together.

Among them were ghost wolves, hellhounds, and some strange creatures whose names were unknown... even the giant bear that had died earlier was included!

They are all the souls of dead monsters!

A look of surprise appeared on Brancia's face, but it was nothing more than surprise; she didn't take the strange-looking monsters seriously at all.

"Oh? There's another trick up your sleeve?"

"go to hell!"

Sloan laughed wildly, clenched his right fist, and the restless chaotic power instantly shattered the chains formed in his palm!

A stampede of beasts—

"Roar--!"

Hundreds of ferocious beasts, like wild horses, pounced on the demon standing in the pool of thorns and blood, trying to tear her apart!

However, at that moment, another unexpected event occurred.

Brancia watched the charging beasts with a half-smile, without even making a move, when the whooshing sound of arrows rained down from the sky, engulfing the charging beasts in a noisy rain of arrows!

The azure soul was crushed to pieces by the demon-slaying arrows!

Sloan's eyes widened, clearly not expecting this to happen, and he burst into curses.

"Dirty trick!"

He roared and flicked his wrist, causing the long whip in his hand to break off section by section. The whip tip shot towards Brancia in the air like an arrow, accompanied by a piercing sound.

However, just as this unexpected attack was about to hit its target, it was easily deflected by a long, thorny whip that suddenly emerged from beneath Brancia.

It was like swatting a fly away.

"Is this all you have?"

Brancia smiled contemptuously, looking at the astonished Sloan, when suddenly the blood-red thorns beneath her sprang up and spread out behind her like a peacock's tail!

In an instant, those scarlet thorns transformed into hundreds of twisted venomous snakes, tearing at Sloan from all directions!

Sloan fought back with all his might, but in the face of that impenetrable "whip shadow," all his movements seemed so slow and futile.

"ended."

As Brancia pointed her index finger forward, hundreds of thorns tightened instantly, binding him firmly and pulling him into the air.

Sharp spikes pierced his flesh, a scalding force tore at his nerves, and began to devour his life force.

"Ahhh!"

Sloan's eyes turned bloodshot, and a hint of fear finally appeared on his ferocious face.

Do not--

His revenge has only just begun, how can he fall here!

And he died at the hands of a demon!

On his deathbed, he experienced hallucinations, as if he saw the father and son, and the mother and daughter, whom he had once thrown into a cage to fight wild beasts, waving to him...

After completing the grand sacrifice, he finally collapsed in a cage woven by another god before the next round of sacrifices could begin.

"Have a sweet dream."

Brancia smiled and licked her lips, watching the skeleton, drained of its life force, gradually disappear into the twisted crimson.

After absorbing Sloan's flesh and blood, she officially broke through the bottleneck of the Diamond level and became the first Diamond-level Demon General in the Great Tomb!
And Sloan, the "Black Beast" who struck fear into the hearts of the people of the entire Twilight Province, was thus turned into fertilizer and swallowed up in the blooming thorn bushes.

The battle in the distance continued, with the Black Dragon Crossbowmen unleashing wave after wave of arrows, routing the Green Forest Army's central force.

The skeleton army lurking beneath the hills began its advance, and the sudden awakening of the steel torrent caught the Green Forest Army, who were trying to charge forward, completely off guard.

The bandit leader is dead.

Faced with such continuous casualties, even an army of 100,000 would only be a matter of time before it collapsed!

Without glancing at the corpse lying on the ground, Brancia turned to face the long shadows cast by the trees at dusk, her long fingernails lifting her skirt in a slight bow.

"Your Majesty, are you satisfied with my performance?"

She knew that the adult was watching.

The butterfly that had been perched on the treetop fluttered its wings gently, seemingly leaving behind a "not bad" assessment, before flying away into the depths of the woods.

Meanwhile, in the distant southern part of Griffin Cliff Territory, on that corrupt plain completely devoured by the Chaos Plague, the whistling of blades finally subsided, leaving only the unwilling howls of the Chaos Beasts before their deaths echoing in the thin air.

Hidden in the shadows of the hills, "Alchemist" Gene watched the defeated figure through his binoculars, a triumphant smile spreading across his distorted face.

So what if he's a demigod?
Before the Chaos Legion he created, even the Rock Sword Saint was nothing more than a slightly more stubborn rock.

really--

His strength is even above that of a demigod!

However, this sense of triumph did not last long.

A strange group of people soon appeared in his binoculars.

It was a group of burly dwarves who were pushing together a dozen or so menacing metal contraptions shaped like pipe organs, as they heavily stepped onto the edge of the battlefield.

The hair on their heads was suspiciously thick, especially the hair on a few of them, which was almost blown off by the wind.

However, this comical scene could not conceal the chilling aura emanating from them, nor could it make Gene take what they were doing lightly.

They carefully loaded thick iron pipes with "fireworks" that were thicker than their thighs.

"WTF?"

Gene muttered something under his breath, then brought the binoculars closer, his mind filled with increasing confusion.

Just then, he suddenly saw one of the dwarves swing his short sword and shout, "Fire!"

Before the words were even finished, all the dwarves, like startled rabbits, took off running and swarmed into the cover not far behind them.

The fuse had burned out.

The next moment, a roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell suddenly rang out from the silent battlefield in the distance!
"Ugh——!"

That wasn't a single sound, but dozens of sounds in unison!

The dazzling exhaust flames propelled dozens of rockets through the sky, unleashing a deathly roar and bursts of fireworks! A torrent of scorching heat poured down like a downpour onto the area along the riverbank where the chaotic beasts were most concentrated, burning in waves!

Gene's eyes widened.

The cold mirror of the monocular telescope reflected the sea of ​​fire that consumed everything, as well as his expression of fear and astonishment.

On that day, an apocalyptic rain of fire fell on the southern part of Griffin Cliff.

Even the forbidden spells of great sages are probably no more powerful than this...

(End of this chapter)