Ashen Dragon-Chapter 561 - 25_2

Gunfire howled, smoke everywhere.

That nearly ten-meter-tall giant bull demon collapsed with a thunderous roar, its massive demonic body crashing down, causing the houses by the street to collapse as well.

…

Inside the strongholds of the southern part of the Empire.

Kasmo flapped its wings, emitting a terrifying buzz, with its mosquito-like beak easily piercing through human chests.

“Exterminate the mosquito!”

“Catch it!”

But the players threw huge nets, trapping the Kasmo inside and continuously splashing holy water on the demon.

The buzzing of the Kasmo got weaker, and its wings gradually stopped vibrating.

…

On the vast Saviedra Plains in the southern part of the Empire, in the face of the vanguard of the abyssal demons, over two million players formed a hundred-mile-long “flesh wall” with their bodies.

Compared to the more cautious veteran players, the rookies who received the mission were not afraid of death at all, as the saying goes, the barefoot are not afraid of the shoed.

Since there was no experience to be lost, there was nothing to fear. They just needed to fight desperately. What if they traded their worthless lives for the death of a demon? Wouldn’t that be a huge gain?

Thus, peculiar scenes appeared everywhere. Groups of humans, armed with the simplest firearms and dressed in the most ragged clothes, chased after the vicious abyssal demons.

As soon as they found a demon, these guys swarmed up like they were on steroids, ready to sacrifice their lives to drag down the demon.

Many demons even began to question their demonic nature.

Are these humans, who are even more insane and warlike than Berserker Demons, really human? When they approached, soaked in blood with frenzied eyes, who was the true offspring of The Abyss?

In Bayn Town in the southeast of the Empire, 1,541 players paid a terrible price of more than 700 deaths, turning a powerful demon that attempted to infiltrate the Empire into a sieve.

The abyssal demons’ usual strategy of infiltrating nations, slaughtering civilians, and creating panic, failed unexpectedly.

The demons that infiltrated the south of the Empire were mostly killed by players who were crazy for Gold Coins and contribution.

And those demons that infiltrated major cities like Isdalia and Northwind Castle, trying to create greater panic?

Their fates were even more miserable.

—Because what awaited them were the most elite forces of the Empire, the Kin of the Emperor.

“There’s a demon!”

“Run!”

Amidst the noisy screams of the crowd, a figure in a black robe suddenly swelled, transforming into the most ugly, twisted demon.

This demon, born of a blend of apes and wild boar, had an overly fat and bulging body with a pair of overly small wings on its back, and three pairs of fierce tusks irregularly arranged on its face, its blood-red eyes cunning.

It was the Soul Judgment Demon, an extremely powerful high-ranking demon. They fed on hatred and despair, liked to taste the flesh of humanoid creatures, always had humanoid creatures from the Material Plane bound in their pantry, ready to be devoured alive.

Ironically, this kind of demon considered itself refined and elegant, yet its tableware was always stained with blood and rust, and its appearance was among the ugliest of demons.

At this moment, this Soul Judgment Demon looked down at its claws, saying in a hoarse voice:

“The shape-shifting spell has failed…”

It looked down at the panicking fleeing crowd and suddenly revealed a twisted smile, “Just perfect… Since it’s like this, then let the feast begin.”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The Tiefling Guards of Northwind Castle were quick to arrive. They formed a scattered formation and kept shooting at the Soul Judgment Demon.

But the cloudy eyes of the demon ape gleamed with a crimson light, and in an instant, every Tiefling fell under its control.

That was the power of the mind!

Moreover, it was the malevolent, destruction-craving mental force of The Abyss, which mere mortals could hardly resist.

“Die, die…”

“Submit to The Abyss…”

At that same moment, all the Tiefling Guards aimed the muzzle of their guns at their own foreheads and pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”

A chorus of gunshots rang out.

Brains splattered, skulls shattered, and one by one, the Tiefling Soldiers fell to the ground.

“To witness one’s own death, yet unable to resist…

What a delightful sensation.”

The Soul Judgment Demon narrowed its eyes slightly, taking a deep breath as if savoring the scent of despair.

Then, it greedily turned its gaze towards the fleeing humans, waving its clawed hand.

[Fear Aura]

A series of eerie, chaotic auras violently spread, engulfing hundreds in a profound, soul-deep fear.

The corners of the Soul Judgment Demon’s mouth curved up, and its boar-like fangs trembled with extreme excitement.

“Heh-heh, what a feast!”

Just as it was ready to revel in the blood and despair of the hundreds, space began to distort, and a portal opened.

A Tiefling clad in armor and wielding a sword appeared before the Soul Judgment Demon, shielding those engulfed by fear.

Some awakened from their fear, grasping at a lifeline, and cried out in amazement, “It’s Duke Mezulash!”

The man was none other than one of the three great Dukes of the Empire, the leader of the Tiefling Tribe—the Sword of Oathbreaking, Mezulash.

At that moment, he surveyed the surroundings, observing the fallen Tiefling Guards with an increasingly icy gaze.

The Tiefling raised his longsword, pointing it at the demon’s head from afar, and declared solemnly, “In the name of His Majesty Cassius, I will grant you—death.”

“Oh? The mongrel spawn of a devil and a human, even if your ancestors were to look upon this, you would still become my meal!”

The Soul Judgment Demon laughed arrogantly, the crimson light reemerging in its eyes.

However, Mezulash pulled down his visor and charged at the Soul Judgment Demon, seemingly immune to the mental force.

For around him spiraled a ring of black light—that was the hateful aurora of an Oathbreaker.

The Soul Judgment Demon was slightly taken aback but once again swiped its claw, trying to create another wide-ranging fear aura.

But Mezulash was faster. The Tiefling lifted the blood-stained longsword, and a black light descended from the sky, landing on the Soul Judgment Demon’s head.

[Guiding Divine Power: Manifest Fear]

Mezulash channeled the darkest of emotions and condensed it into a magical, oppressive breath of fear.

Even the Soul Judgment Demon momentarily succumbed, recalling the times in The Abyss when it was dominated by stronger demons, its fear of losing power overwhelming.

“This, this is…”

The ugly demon stood frozen in its tracks.

Mezulash, merciless, seized the opportunity, brandishing his longsword again, unleashing terrifying Oathbreaker Spells.

[Plague Spell]

A white sword light flashed—blindness, the affliction controlled the Soul Judgment Demon’s mind, turning its eyes milky white and robbing its sight.

A red sword light grazed the Soul Judgment Demon’s body—Fever Sickness.

A fierce, burning fever ravaged the Soul Judgment Demon’s body, leaving it exceedingly weak.

A black sword light pierced the Soul Judgment Demon’s flesh—Flesh Decay, its flesh began to rot.

Another dark green sword light struck the demon—Mucous Disease, causing it to bleed uncontrollably, dark purple blood gushing forth.

In the end, Mezulash plunged his longsword into the beating heart of the Soul Judgment Demon, and a surge of scarlet light burst forth

In the end, Mezulash plunged his longsword into the beating heart of the Soul Judgment Demon, and a surge of scarlet light burst forth

In the end, Mezulash plunged his longsword into the beating heart of the Soul Judgment Demon, and a surge of scarlet light burst forth urgently urgently urgently