Chapter 171: Battle In The West (2)
The sudden shift in the atmosphere was palpable. Valerius, who only moments ago felt like the conqueror of the century, felt his stomach drop. His horse, a seasoned war-stallion that had charged into a dozen battles, began to foam at the mouth, backpedaling in sheer instinctual terror.
"Don’t break formation bastards! It is just necromancy! We have the Priests of Sareth! We have the Holy Water of the Koran Temples! Shields up! Holy light, activate!"
Responding to his command, hundreds of priests in white robes stepped forward behind the front lines. They raised their golden staves, chanting in a frantic, high-pitched unison.
Immediately, a wave of shimmering white radiance swept across the field, designed to turn undead marrow into dust and banish dark spirits back to the abyss.
In any other war, this would have decimated a skeletal horde.
But as the holy light washed over the marching Reapers and the skeletal knights, something impossible happened. The light didn’t burn them. Instead, the obsidian veins on their armor absorbed the radiance, turning the holy glow into a dull, sickly violet.
The Reapers didn’t even slow down. One of them tilted its cowled head, the void beneath its hood pulsing with a silent, mocking laughter.
"Impossible!" a High Priest screamed, his staff cracking under the feedback. "Commander, our light... it is being consumed! These are not the restless dead! They are something else!"
"The Divine Seed," Vexa whispered from Adonis’s shadow, "The Goddess of Darkness has rewritten their essence. They aren’t weak to the light anymore. They are the light’s funeral."
On the palace balcony, Mariana and Sapphira watched as the coalition’s strategy crumbled in real-time. The human kingdoms tried everything. They launched fireballs that merely scorched the bone-dragons without halting their flight. They sent their elite heavy cavalry to charge the skeletal ranks, only for the horses to be swallowed by the shadows rising from the ground.
Millia controlled tjrm with a mere twitch of her fingers.
"She has become this strong?" Mariana whispered in awe.
"Our husband might be the reason. Anyway, they are now panicking," Sapphira added. "The coalition’s logic is based on a world where death is a weakness. They don’t realize Adonis has turned death into an playground."
Adonis stood on the shadow bridge, his boredom finally reaching its limit. He didn’t want a long, drawn-out slaughter. He wanted an ending.
"Millia, stay here and keep the girls safe," Adonis said softly.
He didn’t walk down. He stepped off the bridge, falling through the air like a violet meteor. He hit the center of the human coalition’s densest formation with a sound like a mountain collapsing.
BOOM!
He didn’t even draw Vexa’s sword form. He simply stood there, his Chaos Physique fully unleashed. The sheer density of his chaotic aura was so immense that the air around him turned into a localized gravitational well.
The soldiers within a hundred-yard radius didn’t even have time to scream. Their armor crumpled inward, their bones snapped under the pressure of his presence, and their very life force was snuffed out instantly.
Ten thousand men were reduced to a red mist and twisted metal in the blink of an eye, simply because Adonis chose to stand among them.
Valerius watched from a distance, his horse finally throwing him to the dirt.
Stumbling up, he had a horrified face, "What the fuck is this? He... he isn’t a man. He is a walking disaster."
Adonis looked around at the remaining hundreds of thousands of soldiers. They were frozen, their weapons shaking in their hands. They looked at the crater he had made, the silence of the dead pressing against their ears.
Adonis said expressionlessly,
"You like to talk about history, you talk about the heroes of the Western Continent and the legends of old. Well, I think it is time we introduced a little historical accuracy to this battlefield."
Adonis raised his left hand, the Valkyrion mark on his palm glowing with a sickening, blood-red light.
Buzz!
The space in front of him tore, opening a portal of crimson.
From it emerged a pressure so ancient and foul that even the undead Reapers bowed their heads.
Slowly, a figure stepped out. He was tall, clad in armor that looked like it was forged from frozen blood and dragon scales. His skin was the color of ash, and his horns spiraled upward like obsidian daggers.
"The Demon Emperor???!!!"
A collective gasp of horror rippled through the human ranks. The older generals, the scholars, and the high priests all fell to their knees, their faces turning a ghostly white.
"The Devourer of Realms..." a Koran general whispered, his sword clattering to the ground. "The Emperor of the First Calamity. He was sealed five thousand years ago by the united gods! He shouldn’t exist! This is a myth! This is a nightmare!"
The Demon Emperor looked at the humans with a gaze of pure, ancient hunger. He turned to Adonis with a look of disappointment.
"You summoned me to deal with these... insects, Master? It is almost insulting."
"Just have your fun, Vahl. Consider it a snack before the real hunt begins."
The Demon Emperor let out a roar that shattered the glass in every window of the distant city.
But he didn’t stay in his humanoid form. His body began to warp and distend. His limbs multiplied, turning into writhing, slimy tentacles covered in thousands of blinking eyes. His jaw split open, revealing rows of teeth that spiraled into a bottomless gullet.
Within seconds, he had transformed into a grotesque, Cthulhu-like monstrosity that loomed over the battlefield, his very shadow causing madness in those it touched.
"ELDORAS!" the priests screamed, invoking the name of their sun god, but there was no answer.
"Whoosh!"
The Demon Emperor’s tentacles lashed out, swiping through entire battalions like a scythe through wheat. He absorbed them all. The soldiers were pulled into his mass with a cacophony of horror.
The coalition was now a buffet to the Demon Emperor.
Mariana stood on the balcony, watching the carnage with a mixture of awe and a slight chill.
"He brought a god-eater to such a unworthy battlefield. Our husband really has no mercy left."
Leona laughed, her bloodlust finally satisfied by the sight.
"I knew the Dragon king was strong. But to think he can summon ancient demons with just a gesture? This is unprecedented! If father was here, he would have love to see this."
"True," Sapphira and Mariana both smiled.
Meanwhile, Adonis stood in the center of the madness, the wind whipping his dark hair.
He looked up at the Golden Cube, where Millia stood as the Goddess of Darkness, and then at his wives on the balcony. He was no longer the hunched developer over a blue monitor. He was the center of the universe, the Author who had finally decided to write the villains out of the book.
The Western Continent’s fated day had arrived, but it wasn’t the rise of a kingdom they were witnessing. It was the birth of a new world order, paved with the bones of those who were too afraid to let the dragon fly.