I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 84: The Demon Lords’ War Council

As Velzard, Luminous, and I vanished into the ethereal void, the Demon Lords and their generals remained behind in Tempest's Great Hall, their faces grim with determination. The weight of my revelations still lingered heavily in the air. The reality of Feldway's and Zelanus' schemes had fully set in—the war on Tempest was merely a diversion for a far more sinister play.

The room was deathly silent for a moment, save for the faint crackling of the torches along the stone walls. The once-faint hum of Rimuru's barrier, still active around Tempest, provided a low, ominous backdrop—a constant reminder that the war was far from over.

Seated at the head of the table was Rimuru, his golden eyes sharp with resolve, his True Dragon aura subtly pulsating, a reminder of his newfound might. His generals—Benimaru, Shion, Souei, Hakuro, Geld, and Ranga—stood around him, their faces unwavering, fully aware of the bloodbath that was yet to come.

On Rimuru's right sat Guy Crimson, his crimson eyes glinting dangerously, his expression unusually serious. His two deadly maids, Rain and Misery, stood behind him, their hands on their blades, still brimming with power from their recent evolution.

Across the table, Milim Nava slouched in her chair, her bright blue eyes narrowed in a rare display of seriousness, her fists clenched tightly, trembling slightly—not from fear, but from barely restrained excitement. She was ready for war, her childlike exterior momentarily replaced by the goddess of destruction she truly was.

Next to Milim, Leon Cromwell, the Radiant Executioner, sat with his arms crossed, his golden eyes calculating. His face was cold, but his aura was sharp and fierce, a man already formulating countless scenarios in his mind.

Draguel, the Eternal Watcher, leaned back slightly, his massive arms crossed over his chest, his glacier-blue eyes narrowed with dangerous contemplation. His presence alone seemed to lower the temperature in the room.

Ramiris, the Fairy Queen, sat next to him, her small form trembling slightly, but her emerald eyes were steady. Though visibly nervous, there was a resolute fire in her gaze—the determination of a guardian unwilling to abandon her world.

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Dino, who once wore the mask of apathy and laziness, now sat upright, his eyes sharp and alert. Freed from Feldway's influence, he was now focused and deadly, his aura crackling faintly with divine energy.

The room remained silent for a moment, each Demon Lord deep in thought, until Rimuru's voice finally broke the tension.

"Alright," he said, his voice steady but firm, "if what Yuuya said is true, then we need to stop thinking of this as a Tempest conflict. This is a war for the entire Cardinal World."

Benimaru nodded gravely, his scarlet eyes burning with resolve.

"We'll have to work together if we want to stand a chance."

Leon leaned forward, his golden eyes narrowed.

"We'll need a defensive front and a strike force," he said coldly, his voice laced with practicality.

"The Eastern Empire's army is massive, but it's just a distraction. The real threat is Feldway, Zelanus, and whatever nightmarish force they're hiding in the shadows."

Draguel's voice rumbled, low and commanding.

"I agree." He stood slowly, his towering form casting a shadow over the table.

"We need to divide our forces strategically. If Ivarage is unleashed, we will need our strongest fighters ready to engage him."

Milim's eyes gleamed, a wicked grin tugging at her lips.

"Heh! Let me take on Ivarage!" she said, cracking her knuckles, her aura flickering with primal energy.

"I've been dying for a good fight. You guys can handle the small fries—I'll smash that ugly lizard into dust!"

Guy Crimson chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with infernal amusement.

"You never change, do you, Milim?" he said with a smirk, but his tone turned serious as he spoke again.

"But she's right."

His gaze turned cold and calculating, his voice dropping with deadly conviction.

"Ivarage is too dangerous. Last time, it took all of us and Veldanava to seal him away. We can't afford to underestimate him."

Rimuru stood, his gaze sharp and commanding.

"Then let's divide our forces accordingly."

He pointed toward the Eastern Empire's direction on the war map.

"I'll handle the Eastern Empire's army with my generals and Veldora. They're the larger force, but I trust Tempest's defenses will hold."

Benimaru's voice was sharp and resolute.

"We'll fortify Tempest's borders and deploy our elite forces."

Geld's voice rumbled, steady and powerful.

"My army will hold the northern front. The orcs and lizardmen are ready."

Rimuru turned toward Leon.

"Leon, I want you to focus on Feldway's forces."

Leon's golden eyes narrowed, his voice low and calculated.

"I'll take my knights and head east. We'll intercept any Abyssal reinforcements that try to flank you."

Milim slammed her fists on the table, grinning ferociously.

"I'm going after Ivarage! I'll turn that walking apocalypse into rubble!"

Draguel's voice was steady but grave.

"I'll head to the southern regions. Zelanus' forces might attempt a pincer attack."

Ramiris' small voice piped up, her eyes shimmering with nervous determination.

"I'll... I'll guard the Labyrinth! My Fairy Guardians will keep it safe."

Guy Crimson folded his arms, his smirk dark and deadly.

"I'll go with Milim. Ivarage might be tough, but I'm still stronger than her."

He shot Milim a teasing glance, earning a playful glare from her.

Dino let out a soft sigh, his voice unexpectedly serious.

"I'll stay near Draguel's flank. That Zelanus bastard probably still has some tricks up his sleeve."

Rimuru's eyes sharpened, his voice low but commanding.

"We can't let Feldway or Zelanus claim a single victory. If Ivarage is set loose, it could erase entire nations. We can't afford a single misstep."

Leon's voice was steely.

"Then we strike preemptively. I'll have my knights target Zelanus' supply lines and fortresses. If we cripple his reinforcements, his army will lose its momentum."

Milim grinned fiercely.

"And when you're done with the small stuff, leave the big one to me!"

Draguel's voice was heavy with grim determination.

"We'll give them no quarter."

**Rimuru's eyes glimmered with True Dragon authority, his voice calm but firm.

"Then it's decided."

He placed his hand on the table, the magic map illuminating with the placements of each faction.

"We defend the Cardinal World—together."

The Demon Lords and their generals stood in unison, their expressions deadly and resolute. The room pulsed with an almost tangible sense of power, their combined auras radiating a destructive force strong enough to terrify entire nations.

Rimuru's eyes glowed faintly, his voice cold and deadly.

"We end this."

Guy Crimson smirked, his eyes flashing.

"Heh... let's show them why we're called Demon Lords."

And with that, the council disbanded, each Demon Lord and their forces moving into position, preparing for the inevitable battle that would decide the fate of the Cardinal World.

The air around Tempest was heavy, filled with an almost tangible tension. The once-blue sky was now covered in a layer of ashen gray clouds, casting a foreboding gloom over the entire region. The barrier protecting Tempest shimmered faintly with arcane energy, an impenetrable dome that flickered with faint pulses of magic, reinforced with my divine touch before I left.

Inside the Labyrinth, Rimuru Tempest stood with his arms crossed, his expression cold and calculating. His golden irises glimmered with True Dragon authority, yet his face remained impassive. Despite his outward calm, there was a storm brewing in his chest—a mix of fury and anticipation.

His generals stood around him, stoic and resolute.

Benimaru, his crimson eyes blazing, rested his hand on the hilt of his katana. His aura crackled faintly with fiery energy, his battle lust barely restrained.

Souei was at his side, his piercing gaze sharp and deadly. He had already deployed his spy network along the borders of Tempest, their eyes watching the movements of the Eastern Empire's massive army.

Zegion, ever calm, stood with his arms crossed, his insect-like carapace shimmering faintly under the dim magical light. His golden eyes were narrow, exuding an aura of implacable death.

Diablo, with his sinister smile, stood slightly apart, leaning casually against the stone wall. His red eyes glimmered with amusement, as though he was bored of waiting.

Behind them, Veldora sat on his massive stone throne in the Labyrinth's depths, his golden eyes glowing faintly, though he was visibly annoyed. His claws drummed against the stone, clearly frustrated at being benched.

"Tch... being told to sit out when there's finally some fun..." he muttered, leaning back with a scowl.

Despite his grumbling, he knew the strategy was sound. If the Empire had a method to control or seal him, he would be more of a liability than an asset.

Suddenly, Souei's eyes narrowed, a faint glimmer of telepathic light flashing in them. One of his spies had returned. A faint shimmer of shadow magic materialized in the room, and a hooded figure knelt before Rimuru, bowing deeply.

"Lord Rimuru," the spy panted, his face pale with urgency. "The Eastern Empire's army has been spotted. They're less than an hour away. They march with a force of over five million soldiers, heavily armed with magical artillery, enchanted flying ships, and mechanized armor."

Rimuru's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening.

"And their formation?" he asked coldly.

The spy's voice trembled slightly.

"They've deployed barrier disruption units on their front line. They intend to crack the Tempest barrier and pour through with their shock troops."

Benimaru's hand tightened around his sword, his crimson eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Heh. So they came prepared."

Souei's voice was cold as he turned to Rimuru.

"They'll hit us with everything they have. We should engage them at the borders and stop their advance before they reach Tempest's core."

Rimuru nodded grimly, his voice low and commanding.

"Position everyone."

Within moments, Tempest's forces took their positions. The sky darkened as thunderclouds roiled above the horizon, and the first flickers of lightning flashed ominously.

At the frontline, Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera stood side by side, their demonic eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

Testarossa, the embodiment of elegance and cruelty, adjusted her gloves, her red eyes flashing with ruthless anticipation.

"Ah... it's been too long since I could indulge in a proper massacre," she purred softly, her voice dripping with malicious pleasure.

Ultima, her violet hair fluttering in the breeze, grinned maniacally. Her eyes shimmered with infernal glee, the prospect of battle igniting her feral bloodlust.

"Hehehe... I call dibs on their commander's head!" she giggled, her voice childlike but filled with malice.

Carrera, the most volatile of the trio, rolled her shoulders, her golden eyes gleaming with murder. Her aura was unstable, crackling with chaotic destruction.

"Tch... those flying ships look fun. Think they'll still be airborne when I'm done with them?" she asked, her lips curving into a vicious grin.

On the Eastern Empire's side, the ground quaked as the massive legions of soldiers marched forward. Their armor gleamed under the flickering light of their magical artillery. Massive airships hovered ominously overhead, their magical cannons brimming with destructive energy.

At the center of their formation, several golden-armored commanders rode on mechanized beasts, massive golem-like war machines that stomped across the battlefield, crushing the ground beneath them.

From the sky, enchanted bombing ships began their descent, hurling massive flaming projectiles toward the barrier. The explosions lit up the sky, sending shockwaves rippling outward.

As the first wave of artillery struck the barrier, Testarossa's ruby lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Hmm... pathetic."

With a simple flick of her wrist, dozens of crimson threads emerged from her fingers, slicing through the air with deadly precision. The threads lanced through the entire first wave, severing soldiers, tanks, and artillery alike.

Blood sprayed in every direction as bodies were cleaved apart in a beautiful, grotesque display of precision and efficiency.

Ultima cackled gleefully, her violet flames exploding outward, incinerating entire platoons of soldiers in an instant. The flames surged into massive waves, engulfing the Empire's frontline in an infernal blaze.

Carrera, grinning sadistically, levitated into the air and extended her arms outward, her eyes glowing with golden malice.

"Why don't we bring down the stars themselves?" she mused with a cruel smile.

With a snap of her fingers, lances of destructive energy rained down from the sky. The Empire's flying ships exploded violently, falling from the heavens in blazing fireballs.