Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 761 Entering the castle

?Luckily, one missile hit one of the mutated beasts which made it let go of its load.

The boulder fell on the ground, and what happened next made Father Black’s mouth fall open in shock, “FUCK ME!”

The boulder fell on the ground and instantly, the runes on its body suddenly spread out to an 800-meter radius all around affecting both demons, devils and nether creatures. Instantly, they all burst into bloodpaste, dead.

Father black screamed, “Fuck!” Instantly, he ordered the other flying creatures to be shot down. Most of them were hit, but one was making it to the humans.

“Run!” He screamed at the humans.

His orders were immediately passed down the chain of command.

And many of them ran, dispersing away from the formation.

However, this created confusion and many did not know how or where to go.

Many of them fell to the ground.

And then it happened.

The boulder fell to the ground, instantly smashing the head of one of the humans that had not made it out in time.

*SPLASH!*

Blood and Gut went out in all directions.

The moment the boulder fell everyone had their eyes on it.

For a while, nothing happened and then it did.

The runes suddenly expanded in all directions, attaching the bodies of those in a 800-meter radius.

Everyone was surprised by this and many looked at one another in despair.

They knew what was going to happen.

Some reached for one another as tears fell from their eyes.

Luckily, even the pleasure of pain would not be their potion.

*BURST!* 𝘦.𝘤𝘰𝑚

Everything in the entire area turned into blood paste.

The entire area was instantly emptied of human beings.

Father Black saw what happened and was instantly speechless by this.

The cigar in his mouth fell to the ground.

These men and women had been given the opportunity to fight and came here to give their all, planning to kill demons.

However, fate was cruel. They had not even been allowed to fight and they had already met their end.

They had not yet laid on the demons vengeance and they were already dead.

“Sir!” A soldier pointed to the sky. More demons were riding flying demon beasts their way.

Father Black saw six more flying their way.

He frowned, and then he turned to the human army.

He did not want to, but he had to.

“Kill the demons!”

This order ensured that the humans rushed for battle.

In the wake of Father Black’s command, the battlefield ignited into an epic confrontation, a clash of wills and powers that would be remembered through the ages. The air crackled with energy as humans and demons prepared to collide.

A group of human mages, cloaked in protective auras, led the charge. They unleashed torrents of elemental magic, casting bolts of fire, ice, and lightning across the battlefield.

The demons, mounted on their grotesque flying beasts, countered with spears of darkline magic that corrupted whatever they touched, turning the ground into a malignant, writhing mass. The sky was alight with the exchange, a deadly dance of brilliance and shadow.

Amidst the chaos, a young witch found herself face to face with a demon rider. Their battle was a duel of wits and magic, a test of endurance. She wove spells of binding and banishment, trying to send the demon back to the abyss from whence it came.

The demon, cunning and brutal, fought back with a spear that twisted the air, seeking to pierce her magical defenses. It was a battle that epitomized the struggle, each blow exchanged a testament to their resolve.

On the eastern flank, a human beast tamer, known for his ability to communicate with and control animals, summoned a horde of giant eagles. These majestic mutated creatures dived from the sky, their talons extended, tearing into the flying demons with a ferocity that matched their riders. The sky turned into a battlefield of its own, feathers and scales mingling as the eagles fought to protect their human allies.

The human chuckled. These eagles had their talons stained with magic that allowed them dig into demon flesh.

In a desperate bid to halt the advance of the demon forces, a group of elder lenny believers who were Magi gathered in a circle, channeling a spell of immense power. Their voices rose in unison, a chant that resonated with the very essence of the land. A barrier of pure energy surged forth, a dome of light that encapsulated and protected the human soldiers, reflecting darkline spears and giving them a momentary respite to regroup and counterattack.

This also helped against the boulders of runes.

However one cast was all they could manage before they fell tired to the ground. Becoming vulnerable to attacks.

Amid the maelstrom, a human warrior, armored in steel forged with runes of protection, made a valiant charge towards one of the demon riders.

His sword, alight with magical flames, cut through the air, a beacon of hope for his comrades. In a moment of selfless bravery, he plunged through the enemy ranks, reaching the demon leader and striking him down, but not without succumbing to the fatal wounds inflicted by the demon’s retaliatory strike.

Just when the battle seemed to be at its bleakest, with the humans pushed back by the relentless assault of the demons, a surge of power swept through the land.

Coco, having sensed the dire situation, appeared on the battlefield with a host of allied devils under his command, turning the tide.

These came from the ground, breaking out into the atmosphere.

Father black saw this and smiled. These devils had already been given instructions not to touch the humans and fir them to only attack demons.

Behind Coco’s back was a pod made our of flesh with Hector in it.

He saw personally to carrying Hector.

At the same time, Father Black took control his presence, a symbol of resistance and strength, rallied the human forces, inspiring them to fight with renewed vigor.

Together, humans and allied devils pushed forward, driving the invading demons back, reclaiming ground with every inch of their blades.

But would it be enough?

Coco suddenly decided to fly up and meet lenny and Victor.

Lenny saw hector on the devil’s back and frowned a bit, but he quickly hid it.

Above them was the giant gloating ethereal city of the the demoness known as Baroness Everbee.

The city that hovered above them was a marvel of demonic engineering and dark magic, a floating citadel that defied the laws of physics and nature.

Known as the Wandering City of the Baroness Everbee, it was an ethereal masterpiece that shimmered with a sinister beauty, captivating and terrifying in equal measure.

Constructed from obsidian and bloodstone, the city’s walls gleamed with a malevolent gleam under the moonlight, casting long, ominous shadows over the land below.

Towering spires and twisted domes rose into the sky, each adorned with intricate carvings of demonic visages and scenes of ancient battles, a testament to the Baroness’s power and her dominion over the darker realms.

The energy emanating from the city was palpable, a thick, oppressive aura that hung heavily in the air. It was a blend of dark magic and chaos energy, pulsating with the lives it had consumed and the souls it had ensnared.

This energy swirled around the city like a dark miasma, occasionally sparking with purple lightning that crackled menacingly, illuminating the city’s architecture with a ghostly light.

At the heart of the city, a massive castle loomed, larger and more foreboding than the rest. Its gates were wrought from the bones of ancient demons, and its windows glowed with a fiery light, casting an eerie glow that spoke of untold power and ancient secrets. The castle was the epicenter of the city’s energy, the throne from which Baroness Everbee ruled, her presence infusing every stone and shadow with her will.

Surrounding the city, ethereal chains of pure energy tethered it to the mortal realm, preventing it from drifting away into the void. These chains pulsed with the same dark energy that the city exuded, anchoring it in place but also serving as conduits for the Baroness’s influence to spread across the lands below.

Despite its beauty, the city was a place of darkness and despair, a beacon of the Baroness’s tyranny over those who dared to oppose her. It was a reminder of the power of the demons and their unyielding quest for dominion over the mortal realms.

The sight of it was enough to chill the hearts of the bravest warriors, a symbol of the looming threat that lay just beyond the horizon.

Seeing the city and all its dark glory was easy. But reaching it was a totally different matter.

Even if one wanted to touch it, they would just pass through.

After all, the city was in between the veil.

“How do we enter?” Lenny asked.

Coco chuckled, “its easy! You are the key.”

As he said this, he waved his hand on the meaty tube carrying Hector, extracting his blood.

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