Martial Ascent to Divinity

As one of his excellent offspring, Master of Winding should naturally be favored.

Thus, Master of Winding merely raised the Hundred-faced Wolfhead slightly, gazing at Demogorgon.

He believed that all demons would give them face; mere Demon Prison Angels wouldn’t dare to...

Poof!

The longsword sliced a bright arc under the blood-colored night sky, and the head of the Demon Bug General flew off.

Swish swish swish...

Before the demigods could react, Demogorgon deftly cut the Demon Bug General into pieces and collected them.

The blood moon atop Demon Bug General’s head flew to Demogorgon’s.

Then, raising the blood-stained sword, Demogorgon pointed it at Master of Winding.

"Insect, apologize to our Demon Prison Angel clan for your subordinate."

Most demigods were stunned; what was happening?

Some Demon Prison Angels who had originally leaned towards Demogorgon silently retreated, thinking that provoking the Lord’s offspring wasn’t worth it.

Yet some Demon Prison Angels, with demon blood boiling, shouted in their hearts of the demon’s might, quickened their steps.

Lower Demigods, sword pointing at the Lord’s offspring, greatly boosted their morale.

"Wretched brat..." Master of Winding was infuriated by Demogorgon, squeezing out a Beastman curse between his teeth, rushing forward with his massive thousand-legged wolf body without another word.

He was a demon and also the Lord’s offspring.

He knew very well that he couldn’t afford to reason; even a slight response would lower his worth, inviting bullying from other demons.

In Demon Purgatory, battles always come first, followed by talks.

Since Master of Winding made a move, his subordinates could only follow, as many of them served under the Master of Winding; failure to act now would mean death upon return.

Those Demon Prison Angels with boiling demon blood saw the opposing side making a collective move, drawing their swords to engage.

"Angel’s light, shining over the Ten Realms! Crush the demon bugs, ascend to Demon Lord!" Demogorgon raised his longsword, shouting loudly.

"Angel’s light, shining over the Ten Realms! Crush the demon bugs, ascend to Demon Lord!" Some Demon Prison Angels bellowed, charging forward.

But some Demon Prison Angels turned to flee, cursing Demogorgon as truly insane.

The rest of the demigods shouted in panic, trying to stop the battle, but none stepped forward to intervene.

The numbers on both sides were too great; stepping in now risked injury.

They would wait until the fight simmered down; persuasion could come later.

Then, they witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Swish swish swish...

On the twelfth strike, Demogorgon critically injured Master of Winding, severing half of his legs, then turned to attack other demon bug colonies.

Instantly, all parties understood that Demogorgon was not acting out of momentary anger; he was surely executing a command from some Lord of the Angel clan against the demon bugs.

The captains of other major clans furrowed their brows, hesitating.

Intervening now might trigger a larger melee.

Yet the Demon Prison Angels sparing Master of Winding clearly left face for the Lord’s offspring.

After being gravely wounded, Master of Winding stood at the side of the battlefield, abandoning the fight.

With Master of Winding losing combat capability, the demon bug troops fell apart across the line, retreating amid battle, some even fleeing.

The Demon Prison Angels, with momentum like a rainbow, slaughtered one Lower Demigod demon bug after another.

Most unimaginably for demons, Demogorgon, though fond of seizing Lower Demigod corpses, kept distributing some blood moons to other participants.

This made all participants willingly follow.

Seeing only scattered few demon bug demigods left, some Lords’ offspring came forward, urging not to engage in excessive slaughter.

Master of Winding finally recovered, shouting, "Demogorgon, do you really wish to be enemies with the great Master of Winding?"

"You still dare to retort?" Demogorgon suddenly returned, in a Thunderous roar, unleashed dense sword Qi, each surpassing a hundred meters, releasing thousands.

"You’re insane..." Master of Winding cursed while retreating.

All demigods were dumbstruck; what did this mean? How come he was even attacking the Lord’s offspring?

Before the demigods could react, Master of Winding suddenly screamed, his body cleaved into pieces, the face on the wolf head twisted.

Demogorgon’s strike severed all faces.

The final shred of life in Master of Winding faded, collapsing and dying.

Demogorgon collected the corpse.

"No magic energy insults the Demon Prison Angel clan!" Demogorgon roared, continuing to chase and kill demon bugs.

Until the demon bugs were utterly exterminated, only then did he return with all Demon Prison Angels.

The Demon Prison Angels held their heads high.

In Demon Purgatory, the victor is always right.

All parties kept silent, pretending such events never occurred.

Since Demogorgon won, after the Ten Emperor battles, not only would the Angel clan not punish them, but would reward and support them, leaving Master of Winding with no choice but to regain face through other means.

Dozens of Demon Prison Angels led other participating Lower Demigod demons to the edge of the gathering ground, holding a small celebration party, eating and drinking.

Well-fed and satisfied, Demogorgon took out various magic spirit bags for comprehensive distribution.

Fair and just, leaving all demons unaccustomed.

Finally, Demogorgon slowly surveyed them.

"The Ten Realms war is about to begin, and this time, all sides are well-prepared; it will be ten times more brutal than before!"

"Are you truly willing to act like incompetent humans, hiding here for a championship?"

"Are you truly willing to watch other demigods ascend to the Ten Emperors?"

"Are you, in the end, demons or tamed beastmen!"

"The championship bout? Screw it! We demons are the epitome of slaughter and madness!"

"Tonight, who is willing to join me and let Demon Purgatory and even the Ten Realms witness angelic demon light!"

After the fight just now, all participants benefited, whether they obtained blood moons and spoils or gained power from the Endless Battlefield after the opponent died.

One battle yielded more than decades of killing Lower Demigods under normal circumstances.

"I’m joining!"

"Me too!"

Half an hour later, the group of demons charged out, attacking one team, then moving to the second team, the third...

"Retreat!" Other teams began fleeing in panic.

The gathering ground was utterly dismantled.

The Lower Demigod demon Ten Emperor battle spiraled into chaos once more.

Various teams began attacking one another; some Lower Demigods, knowing they were outmatched, handed over blood moons and fled, reporting to the Lords that the Demon Prison Angels had gone mad.

The Demon Prison Angels massacred everywhere.

After a full day’s battle, Demogorgon distributed spoils once more.

The Demon Prison Angels happily received them, preparing for the next action.

During the rest period, Demogorgon left the camp under the pretense of reconnaissance.

Later, a Demon Dragon-man claiming to be Tiamat approached the demon dragon clan, secured absolute recognition from the demon dragon clan with pure Dragon God combat skills and undeniable Giant Dragon aura.

Then, using overwhelming power, he beat several demon dragons, securing a captain position.

He exposed the plot of Demogorgon and the Demon Prison Angels, calling for unity among the demon dragons.

Demon dragons, more direct and brutal than Demon Prison Angels, also revered the strong more.

Tiamat’s demon dragon team continued growing.

Once sufficiently large, Tiamat led the demon dragons to raid the Demon Prison Angels’ camp.

With no captain, the Demon Prison Angels resisted a while before scattering.

The demon dragons jubilantly launched a grand pursuit, exterminating the Demon Prison Angel brigade, with only a few tossing away blood moons, escaping the Ten Emperor battlefield, pleading to the Lords.

The demon dragon clan, unstoppable, annihilated one demon team after another.

In just a day, they swept the battlefield, collecting all the blood moons.