Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 1025-1026
'The Dark Eight can't simply want to kill some demons…' Having retreated to the eleventh city wall, Leylin's eyes flashed as he saw the encirclement gradually taking shape. 'If we just rely on the walls to kill the enemy, then the stronger demons will still manage to flee in the end. Just killing a group of dretches, who can be generated every day without fail, will not harm the enemy whatsoever…
'Baalzephon is most likely targeting the demon corps' greater demons, such as mariliths, balors, or even flame balors.' Although the demon army had strength in numbers, that was dwindling. As they fell deeper into the trap, the greater demons followed them in as well.
"Get ready! We need to teach those wild dogs of the abyss a lesson they'll never forget!" Eight strong pit fiends congregated at the highest point of the battlefield. They were even more powerful than the rest of their kin. These were the Dark Eight, Asmodeus' confidantes. They controlled the elites of the devils' army, and were the generals in charge of the Blood War.
If they could suppress the demons with all their might, pushing them back into the Plain of Infinite Portals, they could obtain the favour of Baator's World Origin Force as well as praise from Asmodeus.
A vague rumour had stirred up the Dark Eight recently, and they'd begun to build up their merits. After all, the prize was the throne of an Archdevil!
Pit fiends stood near the peak of devil society. If they coveted anything at all, it was to overthrow the reigning Archdevil of their Hell and take their throne. The Archdevil of Dis had disappeared, and Asmodeus himself had changed a little recently. They finally saw an opportunity to fulfill their desires.
"I'll need your help!" A member of the Dark Eight arrived in the vicinity of Tiamat's cavern.
"Of course. I only need you to honour your promise after everything is done." A tremendous voice boomed from the depths of the cavern, accompanied by a formidable draconic aura. Loud roars of male dragons could be heard from within as well.
"Not a problem. We have already signed a contract, after all. The reputation of the devils is well-known throughout the multiverse!" The pit fiend smiled as it left.
"Get moving!" Leylin sensed that the atmosphere had changed, and a great wave of commands were being transmitted. The devils carried the orders out perfectly.
The devils purposefully pretended to lose, and the eleventh wall of the Bronze Citadel was breached. The tenth wall soon followed, then the ninth, all the way until the 6th wall near the core district. Seeing that they could capture the Bronze Citadel itself, many of the demons went completely berserk. This was an unprecedented feat in their history.
The entirety of the citadel had become a big lure. It thinned the demons out, forming a trap for them to fall into to.
"Now!" The eight pit fiends appeared at the forefront of the battlefield, their thunderous voices reverberating throughout the Bronze Citadel.
*Roar!* A teleportation spell flashed brightly, and the enormous figure of a chromatic dragon descended upon the land. The demons who did not dodge in time were squished to pulp. This was the former master of the Bronze Citadel, Chromatic Dragon Tiamat!
"Remember your promises!" Tiamat roared into the sky, her enormous body directly blocking the gap in the city wall. Her draconic aura erupted, almost tangible in the atmosphere.
*Roar!* Over a hundred feet of lightning, acid, corrosive gas, frost, and flame spewed out in bursts from the five dragon heads. Tiamat seemed to transform into a fortress with massive firepower, sweeping the demons in a single strike.
"Draconic spell— Summon Companion!" A teleportation spell flashed by Tiamat's side. Five smaller dragons appeared, swiping at the demons all around her with their enormous claws.They sometimes used their deadly teeth to attack, the grinding noises horrifying as blood mixed with pus and scales trickled down from the sides of their mouths.
'Oh! Tiamat is doing her best? It looks like the Dark Eight have found something that can move her heart.' Leylin only glanced at the scene outside, and soon turned his whole attention to the battlefield directly in front of him.
The network originating from Baator's origin force quickly got to work. It seemed like the Dark Eight no longer cared to save their energy, instead going all out in their attack. Elite troops that hadn't been seen before now appeared to fill the gaps in the walls, wearing exquisite armour and wielding epic weapons.
Tiamat and the five smaller evil dragons were the most important pieces of the formation, and these devils sought to fill in the gaps surrounding them. The Bronze Citadel had encircled most of the demons, including the more powerful ones.[Beep! Host has obtained a mission from Baalzephon of the Dark Eight! Content: 'Hand over authority to your vice commander, activate all your elites and bring them to kill the greater demons!']
"As expected. Hanalin, I leave this to you. The remaining captains, follow me!" Leylin roared and leapt down from one of the city walls, radiating his Devil Aura. The commanders of the different sections had now left their regions in fervour, searching for demons to kill.
"Charge! Kill them all!" At this point in the battle, the powerful demons were affected by the chaos around them. They had no intention to retreat whatsoever, the language of the deep abyss reverberating around the area.
'I'm just here to play. I'm not a true devil, so I don't have to work as hard.' Leylin understood his position clearly, and did not choose to go towards the balors. Those were the prey of the pit fiends. Instead of the balors, who had good bloodlines and great potential to advance, he chose to fight a marilith instead.
However, what the other devils saw was Leylin choosing a marilith that was larger than the rest. Each of her six arms wielded epic weapons, and she had near legendary might.
"Wretched devil, die!" A natural enmity triggered within her upon seeing Leylin, and the marilith came charging at him. Her six scaly arms brandished a sword each, causing a powerful gale to descend. She had the power of three assassins packed into one, and the torrential wave attacks seemed about to grind Leylin into fine pieces.
'So weak. But her weapon itself isn't bad, this level of swordplay is equivalent to grandmasters of the prime material plane.' Leylin shook his head inwardly. On the surface however he let out a large roar, shooting out a dark whip that collided against his enemy's weapon. The collision energy rippled out into the void.
'This swordplay isn't that bad. She should have the Weapon Proficiency and Multiweapon Fighting feats…' Leylin discovered his enemy's trump card in the first contact, even without using the A.I. Chip.
"Very well, I'll play with you." A mysterious force extended from Leylin's fingertips, forming many small circles in midair. The whip was amplified by these circles, spinning like a hurricane as it sucked the marilith in.
*Crack!* Weapons broke and bones shattered within the hurricane, and a fine crimson mist sprayed out. By the time Leylin retrieved his whip, there was but a pulp of flesh on the ground alongside many small pieces of broken equipment. The marilith had already disappeared.
"Not even mildly interesting. Just a tiny bit of force and she's dead…" Leylin sighed. He was at the level of a sage with melee weapons, and a mere marilith without even legendary strength was no match for him.
"Perhaps I can try challenging a higher difficulty. The balors seemed to be fine specimens and guinea pigs…" Leylin surveyed the battlefield.
Because of the devils' counterattack, the demon army had suffered severe casualties, losing more than half its troops. The greater demons being targeted had caused even more confusion in their ranks, but perhaps they never obeyed rules in the first place.
As for the demons who were already crazed from the killing, they did not mind their safety as they dashed towards the high walls of the Bronze Citadel, finally dying under the siege weaponry of the walls.
At the centre of the battlefield were numerous flames. Explosions resounded in the area, with each fight isolated. The destructive force here was so great that even the demons avoided it at all cost. With Leylin's vision, he could make out through the flames that several massive devils and demons were fighting within.
"One of the pit fiends of the Dark Eight just used a powerful stealth spell and teleportation. The flame balor is heart, and now they're wrapping up…" The flame balors who'd been surrounded wielded weapons like executioner swords and fiery whips. Each of them had left a deep impression to Leylin.
'They are indeed the elites of the deep abyss. Compared to the pit fiends, they have a unique type of wild and domineering aura. However, their chaotic evil alignment impedes them from using every ounce of their strength perfectly…'
The flame balors were the prey of the Dark Eight, so Leylin would not interfere. He passed the centre of the battlefield, landing his sights on a regular balor.
As a pre-evolution of the flame balors, regular balors lacked that primordial chaos and the power to while flames. However, they still managed to pique Leylin's interest.
"I, Jesdric, am the strongest…"
A huge Balor stepped on the body of an Orthon while yelling, huge demonic weathers flapping while blood spurted out from the wound on his chest.
The Orthon which was a higher devil and had sneaked an attack on it, had caused it a certain amount of damage.
As the price of killing the other being, the Balor's chest was now a complete mess. Scales were upturned with flesh and blood on them, and it was even possible to see pale bones and a thumping heart.
While such an injury might not be fatal for demons, it would still take some time to recover from them.
As a powerful demon with a noble bloodline, many devils eyed Jedric greedily, and there were even demons that did the same. As long as a demon killed it, then a portion of its power would transfer over, allowing the attacker to even increase in rank and become a Balor!
Hence, next to the body of the Orthon, there were also the torn up bodies of demons. These were all of the demons that had wanted to steal what it had gotten, but were torn into tiny bits.
"Come! Give me a little more flesh and souls so that I can advance!"
A bloody-red layer of energy appeared on Jesdric's body, and large amounts of lava turned into tiny blood vessels that covered it. This Balor was evidently at the brink of advancing. It might need just one more high-ranked opponent for it to please the Abyss' Will, becoming the peak amongst demons, a Flame Balor.[Hold Monster]!
SPell rays that were suddenly cast halted the enraged roars of the Balor. Eyes full of anger and astonishment, it saw the figure of a devil emerge from the shadows.
The enemy had a sinister horned, and was evidently a higher horned devil.[Fireball]! [Higher Entangle]! The other party obviously did not give Jesdric any time to speak. With a wave of his arms, powerful flames drowned out the Balor. What followed next were the rays of light from summoning.
From the teleportation spell formation floating in the air, Leylin's least devil underlings appeared and dealt the Balor attacks with all their might.
"Haha, concealing spells and a sneak attack! You devils are despicable!"
The Balor roared, tremendous evil rays appearing and causing the least devils to quickly rereat.
"I'm a devil anyway. Am I supposed to play at being a knight with you?"
Leylin snorted, a black dagger plunging into the eyes of the demon.
A series of pitiful ear-splitting cries. Following that was terrifying snarls, "I will kill you! Jesdric shall pinch your skulls into powder!"
Red flames jetted out from its eye, the great heat melting the dagger from before into liquid.
"It- It's about to evolve!"
One of Leylin's least devil leaders exclaimed in astonishment, and was quickly grabbed by the crazed Balor. Terrifying flames climbed up, forming a bright and shining torch of fire.
"You will all die!" With its bellows, another wave of fire flashed past, and most of Leylin's underlings died in an instant.
When the flames reached his front, Leylin used a [high-ranked teleportation scroll] and left the battlefield.
"Don't even think of escaping!"
With flames on its body, the Balor looked no different from a Flame Balor. After catching sight of Leylin from the corner of its eyes, it roared and then pursued him in a frenzy.
Whether devils or demons, all turned into minced meat or ashes as long as they were in the way, creating a bloody trail.
"Darned devil. Don't run!"
Making use of the only eye it had left, Jesdric found that the vile devil had already escaped to under the fortress wall, and seemed to be about to return to the group where it had reinforcements.
Furious, it charged forward, disregarding any danger.
However, a sudden trap on the ground caused Jesdric to lose its centre of gravity. Its enormous body then fell into a deep pit, creating a small earthquake.
Under its leg, there had been a huge pit that goodness knew when it had appeared.[Dimensional Scan]!
[Water Shower Spell]![Ice Breah]!
The devils that had appeared out of nowhere stood around the pit, casting spells at the Balor in the centre vigorously.
"Sir!" Hanelin headed to Leylin's side. She had been informed by earlier by Leylin and began to set up this trap. To her surprise, the target was Balor!
No! It was even believable if this was considered a Flame Balor!
In that moment, Leylin's might was deeply imprinted into her mind.
"You did well!" Leylin nodded to show his approval, and then glanced at the Balor that now had pieces of ice all around his body.
"A.I. Chip, how's the gathering of data?"[Beep! Obtained flesh sample. Completion of physical and soul scan. Progress at 100%.] The A.I. Chip loyally intoned.
"Mm, then you've now lost all usefulness."
Leylin leapt forward, and a thin black line streaked past its neck, the supplementary soul attack causing the chaos and craze in its eyes to completely die down.
"No, it's impossible… I, Jesdric, am the most powerful demon. I still need to evolve into a Flame Balor… How can I die here…"
It muttered as its huge body collapsed.
In the moment that he killed the demon, Leylin sensed tremendous soul energy pouring into his body, and he could even sense that he was getting favour from the hell's Will..
"Compared to other evolution methods, the profits from blood wars are still the best…"
While this bit of strength was nothing to Leylin, most of the soul energy required to evolve would be available from here if he really was a horned devil.
"High risks mean great rewards! As long as I can survive the blood wars between devils and demons, I'll definitely be able to advance by a great degree. It's no wonder that the Dark Eight want to risk falling completely to lure the demons over to hell and fight…"
The devils liked using crafty schemes and machinations, changing the battlefield to anywhere else than hell.
There was a secret to this. Only the well-informed pit fiends and hell's eight archdevils knew of this, and of course, Leylin was aware as well.
If devils were to be killed in hell, then they would truly be dead. There was no way for them to be revived.
If they died on other planes, they still had hope of reviving by paying a price.
In other words, the devils that died in this blood war could not be revived. Even Asmodeus was unable to do it.
To take such a huge risk, the Dark Eight were definitely eyeing something huge.
Leylin quickly came to a realisation.
At this moment, a terrifying explosion appeared from the heart of the battlefield. A huge flame storm whistled past, tearing into everything and forming a red mushroom cloud.
"It's the Self-detonation before the death of a Flame Bator! Looks like the Dark Eight have succeeded!"
The huge explosion continued, allowing Leylin to be certain that four Flame Bators had died by the Dark Eight's hands.
This attack by the opponents were only dodged by the sly pit fiends who used the [higher teleportation spell]. This meant that the surrounding greater devils and also numerous demons were wiped out.
"Victory is decided! Four Flame Bators died in succession, as long as a pile of powerful demons. Even the archfiend of the abyss will find his moral beaten down and mourn over this for a long time…"
It was not just Leylin alone who understood this.
In the moment of the first Flame Bator's Self-Detonation , along with an ear-splitting scream, an enchanting succubus darted out of the siege of four pit fiends and, with the price of becoming gravely injured, streaked through the horizon while leaving a blazing trail behind.
"That should be Red Shroud, the commander of the demon army this time! It's also the most beloved daughter of the succubus king who's the archfiend of the abyss… Unfortunately, after this defeat, her status might be in danger…"
Powerful beings had died, and the commander had fled. This was a fatal blow for the enemy army.
As many great devils entered the battlefield and massacred the weaker demons, this became a countdown till the complete destruction of the demon army.
After the battle ended, besides the commanding Red Shroud and a very slight number of lucky demons escaping, much of the demon army was killed in the Bronze Fort, amongst which included four Flame Balors! This carved the disgrace of the abyssal demons onto the fort once more.
Such dazzling achievements were rare even in the history of these blood wars.
In this encirclement, the five-coloured demonic dragon Tiamat who had blocked the fort walls and persisted till the end of the battle was to be credited for its work.
After the battle Leylin saw that parts of its tremendous dragon body had caved in, and there were signs of burns as well. A male headless evil dragon also looked downcast. They had taken on the frenzied attacks of the demons in a hurry to retreat. The self-detonations by the Flame Balors at the end had also given them grave injuries.
Leylin now knew why they had worked so hard. The Dark Eight had promised that they would hand over control of the Bronze Fort and acknowledge it as the master of the Bronze Fort!
In that moment, Leylin smelt a conspiracy.
Control over the Bronze Fort! That was something Asmodeus had schemed for over a thousand years to obtain, yet he was now handing it over so nonchalantly. Even lemures could tell that something was off.
With the devils' personalities, the only thing that they would compromise so much for was an even greater profit!