Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 828: Magtheridon’s Humiliation

The colossal demon, a mountainous mass of muscle and malice, squeezed through the portal as if being forced from a tube of paste. Xavius and his fellow arcanists watched, their breath held, convinced the very fabric of the gateway would tear apart. Yet, Duke’s meticulously crafted magic circle held firm, enduring the strain, allowing the monstrous entity to descend successfully.

Then, the impossible happened. This immense demon, a being capable of striking terror into the heart of any Kaldorei, knelt. It knelt before the comparatively diminutive Duke. It was a sight so absurd, like a towering dragon pledging fealty to a newborn fawn instead of devouring it, that no one dared to laugh. The dark aura radiating from Duke, a black, scorching sun, relentlessly reminded every observer of his terrifying, overwhelming power. Duke’s status, his sheer authority, left the Kaldorei utterly astounded.

Duke rubbed his temples, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "Damn it! I demanded a warlock, an Eredar warlock capable of repairing and expanding portals. Why did Archimonde send me a brute fit only for charging into battle?"

Magtheridon instinctively bristled, ready to unleash a torrent of fury. But in that instant, Duke before him shifted. It wasn’t a change in Duke’s raw power, but a terrifying transformation in his very presence, his aura. Magtheridon felt a primal dread, as if time had rewound, thrusting him back to his vulnerable youth, surrounded by towering, savage elders. It was a terrifying sensation of powerlessness, of utter helplessness. This horror surpassed that wielded by most high-ranking lords of the Burning Legion!

Magtheridon’s dark green face flushed crimson. Anyone could see his profound frustration, yet he dared not express it. After all, Duke had defeated his former master, Mannoroth, with a single, devastating blow. To defeat Magtheridon himself, half a move would suffice. Feeling the surging, oppressive dark power emanating from Duke, Magtheridon, publicly humiliated, was left with no choice. He would obey, even if commanded to tear out his own massive, bull-horn-like fangs and swallow them whole. He lowered his enormous demonic head once more.

"I apologize, Your Excellency, great Lord of Infernal Affairs. It was Lord Archimonde’s will that dispatched me. If you have any grievances, you may report them to the Lord. I am merely here to follow your commands." The first half of his statement was a veiled reminder of his powerful patron, but the second half was an undeniable display of cowardice. Such a colossal monster, radiating a terrifying aura, now behaved like a chastened spouse, utterly subservient before Duke. The scene was as profoundly awkward as it was chilling.

Xavius gasped, a secret thrill of awe for Duke surging through him.

Magtheridon represented the lion’s share of this massive teleportation, yet the total energy channeled was far more than just enough for a single mid-tier lord. Because Azeroth’s magical defense array remained unbreached, and the timing of the next teleportation utterly uncertain, the Legion had crammed as many troops as possible into this single wave. If the total teleportation capacity was designated as 100 units, Magtheridon consumed over 80, leaving enough for a substantial contingent of elite demons.

Through the gaping portal, ranks of demon guards and doom guards marched forth in grim unison. Among them, numerous Eredar succubi emerged, clad in the most provocative, barely-there strips of fabric. The moment they appeared, they shamelessly began to flirt, their seductive gazes sweeping over the high elf arcanists, hunting for targets ranging from ancient elders to obviously virginal apprentices.

Finally, nearly a thousand demons dropped to one knee before Duke. "By Lord Kil’jaeden’s command," a demon officer with a dog-like head, his body wreathed in flames and molten lava, declared, "from this moment forth, all 1,024 demons, including myself, Dog King Hakkar, are under your absolute command." This Hakkar was not the primordial evil god worshipped by trolls, but a powerful mid-tier demon commander, subordinate to a true lord. Duke’s gaze lingered on him; this particular demon, while lacking in other areas, possessed intriguing special skills...

Duke’s eyes suddenly sharpened, piercing the ranks of the thousand demons with a gaze ten thousand times sharper than any blade. Then, with terrifying speed, he struck. A black whip, thick as a tree trunk, lashed out, sweeping across the entire assembly in one hundredth of a second. A terrifying, enhanced version of Mental Whiplash briefly seared into each demon. Without exception, every single demon collapsed, writhing in agony.

Amidst their pained groans, a ferocious, almost spectral expression twisted Duke’s face. "Perhaps before today, you had never heard of me. It matters not. From this moment forward, I believe every one of you will have a ’very deep’ understanding of who I am. This is not the time for wanton slaughter and destruction. When the hour comes, I will unleash you to sate your bloodlust. But until then, you will keep your tails tucked between your legs. Whoever dares to jeopardize Lord Sargeras’s grand design, I will personally journey to the Twisting Nether and crush the souls of you fools, one by one, without the Lord’s assistance! Do you understand!?"

Duke’s final roar sent a tremor of absolute terror through the thousands of demons.

He then turned, beckoned Xavius closer, and pointed directly at him. "Now, all demon guards and doom guards will obey the commands of this high elf, Xavius. Even if he orders you to commit suicide, you will do it!"

"Understood—" Hundreds of demons knelt before Xavius, their voices a low, rumbling chorus of submission. An unconcealable flush of ecstatic triumph spread across Xavius’s face.

Duke’s eyes then shifted, settling on the enchanting succubi. "As for you... you will perform whatever Lord Kil’jaeden instructs. But you... and you..." he pointed to two specific succubi, "come here for a moment."

Seeing Duke’s face twist into a wicked, knowing smile—a look all men understood—the Kaldorei arcanists exchanged envious glances. One succubus, reddish-brown, the other purple, twisted their slender, alluring waists, a sight that made even the most stoic bachelors drool. They draped their arms around Duke’s waist with a passionate, tender familiarity, following him into the adjacent side hall. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Almost as soon as the door clicked shut, Duke heard a pair of delicate voices singing in unison.

"Great Lord, you have impeccable taste. You chose us sisters immediately."

"Sir Wujiandao, what type of service do you desire?"

Some might wonder: had Duke truly succumbed to the ’Major Cult,’ now even preying on the Eredar?

Of course not!

Duke touched his nose, a wry smile playing on his lips. "My ’Lords,’ please cease your teasing. Just tell me what you truly wish to say."

"Tsk! You saw through us?"

"How utterly boring!"

With two simultaneous, coquettish sighs, the two succubi shed their illusory forms, revealing their true identities—the Eredar Twins!