Chapter 512: Sealing the demons
While Alonz and the military force were guiding a ruined city toward the era of the Xaos Civilization, hundreds of kilometers to the west, a drastically different scene was unfolding. There, the Xaos Kingdom’s forces were engaged in a grueling battle that left no doubt about their overwhelming might. Instead of shepherding a population into prosperity, they were subduing and annihilating a horde of demons, driving the monstrous creatures into the ground and draining the hope from their eyes.
A swirl of dust clouded the battlefield as Freya charged into the chaos. Her usually bright eyes had hardened to icy slits, revealing the unyielding resolve that burned within her. She surged forward with a burst of speed and drove a crushing punch into the closest demon’s chest. Bones shattered in a terrible crack, and the demon collapsed, dead before it hit the ground.
Freya’s lips curved into a grimace. She had hoped merely to incapacitate the creature, not kill it. Yet her power, amplified by extraordinary cultivation and refined techniques, made it difficult to moderate her blows.
She was talented, and her battle awareness was top-tier, rivaling even that of Vlad. However, Vlad had the A.I. Chip, which allowed him to calculate the precise force required for each attack, guaranteeing efficient neutralization without needless fatalities. Freya had no such guidance. In the heat of battle, mistakes were inevitable.
She wasted no time lamenting the miscalculation. With a pivot, she slammed her elbow into another demon’s side. Its spine snapped, and a keening shriek escaped the creature’s twisted maw, yet it clung to life, writhing on the blood-soaked ground. These demons, whose twisted horns and barbed claws had terrorized countless human survivors, now faced the sheer power of a warrior they could not hope to match.
Freya was not alone. Grand Marshal Angius led thirty-five thousand Xaos Kingdom soldiers in formation. He had set aside his famed explosive halberd, opting instead for two colossal hammers with uniquely crafted heads. Each time he brought them down on a knot of demons, they were sent hurtling through the air, screaming in pain. The brutal impact shattered their bones and left them immobilized but alive.
Angius and his soldiers had clearly come prepared to subdue their opponents, carrying special blunt weapons designed for maximum disabling power rather than outright killing.
Despite facing nearly seven hundred thousand demons—a monstrous horde that dwarfed their numbers more than twentyfold—the Xaos forces showed no sign of fear or hesitation. Having once battled Leviathans—towering, fearsome creatures that were impervious to terror and often outnumbered their opposition a hundred to one—this demonic horde was a child’s game. With practiced efficiency, they advanced, weathering the demons’ screams and retaliations in calm, disciplined waves.
At the very back of the horde stood a colossal Abyssal demon that dwarfed all his kin. Nearly fifteen meters tall, his hide glistened with a sickly red-and-black sheen. His name was Belin.
Upon arriving on Terra, Belin believed he would conquer humankind with ease. Countless forces had broken against his might, convincing him that no adversary could ever challenge him. But all that changed the moment he witnessed the cold precision and unshakable confidence of the Xaos Kingdom’s army.