Chapter 683: A new player joins the war.
‘When did it all go wrong?’ Ariel wondered as she cut off the head of a Pillar-Rank Demon.
She dodged the attack coming towards her and threw a Spear of Light back at the Demon, killing him.
‘Oh yes. I remember… Everything went wrong the moment Gabriel was hit… Micheal completely lost his composure, and for a Commander in a war, that is unacceptable.’ Ariel snarled in annoyance as her body glowed with holy light and destroyed hundreds of Demons.
‘We were very used to peace, while on the other hand, Demons were always at war.’ She got even angrier. ‘We were supposed to attack with everything from the beginning.’
‘In our arrogance, we let the Demons have free rein.’
It was just a mistake, a damn mistake for everything to be thrown into chaos.
With Micheal’s incompetence, The Angels began to be pressured, and now that Michael and Gabriel were dead, The Angels’ morale was shaken.
A war that should have been equal, with The Angels winning because they had the Holy Attribute that was extremely lethal to Demons, turned into a war of defense.
Lilith descended from her Dragon and began to fight The Angel of Death.
If there were anyone that could go toe-to-toe with The Angel of Death, they were Lilith or Diablo himself.
Ariel willingly took command of the war. After Michael, only she and Cassiel were the most capable.
The Angel of Death would also qualify, but he was more of a warrior than a Commander.
And thanks to Arriel taking command, the pace of war changed again, and The Angels began to pressure the Demons.
All of the Pillar-Ranked Demons died from the rage of The Angel of Death; only Baal and Agares were left alive.
Envy, Wrath, and Pride had many wounds caused by The Seven Virtues and had to be rescued and brought to the rear of the Demons’ forces. They were incapacitated for a while, and it would take time for them to return; after all, any of The Angels’ attacks were extremely lethal for the Demons.
But the situation was far from good. They had lost their two best fighters, while Diablo’s army still had many Elites.
Not to mention that her siblings in The Seven Virtues were also very injured. The only reason they hadn’t died was that their ‘guards’ sacrificed their lives to save them.
Something that made all Seven Virtues even angrier.
Even The Virtue of ‘Kindness’ had eyes blazing with hatred and anger,
Proving that not even the purest Angels were exempt from negative feelings.
Seeing this, Ariel thought.
‘Something had to be done. The Angels couldn’t lose this war!’
[Father, what should we do?] Ariel prayed to her Father.
She understood that her Father was not a fighter, he was a Creator, and as long as the Creator was alive, he could make more Angels, although it would take a long time to create new Elites.
Elites who, over time, were falling in battle at the hands of Demons.
[I will start the Judgement. Command all Angels to stand aside.]
Ariel winced as she heard the anger in her Father’s neutral tone.
Quickly shouting orders to retreat, The Angels, despite being confused, quickly stopped their fights and flew away from the battlefield.
The only one who didn’t stop fighting was The Angel of Death, but Ariel wasn’t worried. Azrael was very strong; he wouldn’t die from that, and her Father wouldn’t hit his ‘favorite’ son. Besides, he wouldn’t listen to her anyway.
Everything happened rapidly. The skies started to glow with a Holy Light as if dawn were approaching this land desolated by war.
In the next moment, a powerful voice boomed across the battlefield.
“Heavenly Judgment.”
Soon several beams of Light began to fall across the battlefield decimating all Demons and anyone around them or those hit by the brightest Light.
Despite not being a fighter, the Heavenly Father was not weak. Even a blacksmith could create weapons to use for himself, which could kill even the most experienced of fighters.
The example here was the same: he was not a fighter but a great creator.
And among his creations, Judgments were his greatest creations, weapons that could only be used by a Saint chosen by the Heavenly Father or by the Heavenly Father himself, which could only be used with his permission.
A weapon of mass destruction that used a lot of Energy.
The screams of the Demons put a smile on Ariel’s face. If it were before, she would regret having these destructive impulses, she wasn’t like that, but she was too frazzled mentally to care about that now.
Lilith and The Angel of Death did not stop fighting even in this chaos.
And even in this chaos, the Ancient Dragon didn’t stop attacking. Displaying ridiculous dexterity for its size, it dodged most beams of Light, with only a few hitting its thick scales and causing minor burns that were nothing consequential.
Dragons were naturally extremely resistant Beings, and as a Demon Dragon, he was much more resistant to the Light attribute.
“Aya… We lost half of our forces with that attack,” Merlin spoke as he dismantled the various shields of Magic.
“The Deadly Sins have evaporated, and only Sloth remains now.” He spoke pragmatically as he watched the woman with long black hair lying on a nearby building with heavy Miasma surrounding her.
Even the Heavenly Father’s Light could not completely penetrate that pit of darkness.
‘Does she need to pretend she’s sleeping to use that power?’ Merlin thought curiously as he looked at minor wounds of Light on the woman’s body. Although she’d managed to defend herself from most of the attacks, some still managed to damage her body, which was understandable.
The Holy Light was highly lethal to Demons, and this attack came directly from one of the Creator Gods. She only survived because she had a lot of Miasma Energy and because the attack was not focused on her but on the entire battlefield.
“Damn monster.” Yama grumbled, “If it weren’t for you supporting me, he would have broken through my barrier,” He spoke, still acting as if he was weaker than he looked as he glanced at his barrier, which appeared like cracked glass.
‘I should have used all my power, but that would’ve alerted Diablo… Hmm, it’s good to have someone like Merlin around. Thanks to his name, any abnormality will be thrown at Merlin as if he did it.’ He chuckled internally.
[Ariel, I won’t be able to use my Energies for a while. You know what to do, don’t lose your focus on the battlefield. You are the Commander now.]
[Yes, Father.] Ariel’s eyes flashed with power, and soon she began to issue orders.
The Angels returned to attack in full force, and the war that was in favor of the Demons was now in favor of The Angels.
“Our agreement has been concluded.”
Diablo asked the humanoid monsters, “Are you going to leave?”
“Yes, this war is not ours.”
“We hope our investment in you is not in vain, Demon King. You have borrowed several Artifacts from us, and now your main objective is completed. I hope that in the future, you will help to deal with our annoyances.”
“Demons never go back on their contract.”
“We know, and because of that, we helped you.”
“See you in the future, Demon King.” Then, the creature created a portal and passed through it with all its companions behind it.
Diablo’s eyes flashed with annoyance when he heard the’ Demon King’ Title.
‘If I had all the Kings of Hell here and now, this war would have been easily won. If everyone had followed my plan, there would not have been so many casualties.’ Despite his success in the primary objective…
Diablo was furious right now. Not only had he lost The Key to Hell and his position in Hell, but he had also lost several useful Elites that could be used in the future.
The initial plan he made was for all The Kings of Hell to be here with their Elites and Demons. Even if The Angels were strong, they would be nothing in front of thousands of Demons from different Hells.
But everything didn’t go as planned. Of the initial Seven Hells he intended to be allied with, he was only associated with one now, and he himself didn’t even have control of his own Hell!
It was as if fate was playing games with him. He hated it when the plans he meticulously prepared didn’t come to fruition.
Oh, yes… He knew. He knew that not everything was going to go as he had planned. After all, he was trying to play a large-scale game with several powerful individuals of the same level or stronger than him, but he still expected an edge to make a greater maneuver.
He hadn’t expected Persephone to take Greek Hell for herself.
He didn’t expect Hela to destroy the Bifrost and close off the Hell of The Norse Pantheon.
He didn’t expect that foolish Shinto Hell woman would decide to fight her daughter and still lose.
He didn’t expect a similar attitude from The King of Hell in Egyptian Mythology.
He also didn’t expect to have to destroy an entire Pantheon to be summoned. Initially, he only planned to destroy the Gods of the Chinese Pantheon and use the Hell Demons from there, but he’d underestimated how many Souls he needed to summon him and his Elites.
Billions of Souls were needed, and he had to give up those Souls as well to buy time for himself. After all, what he was doing was breaking the Balance that, on any other occasion, would have him thrown into the deepest abyss of Limbo.
Not to mention that a damn bug had invaded his territory when he wasn’t present and took his position!
To say he was pissed was the understatement of the millennium. He was livid.
‘But… It’s okay… Everything might not have gone as planned, but I have the necessary ingredients… I just need to return to the Egg of Creation and start the process…’
‘Unfortunately, I can’t start this now without winning this war. I need time for my Ascension to be perfect.’
Plans started forming in Diablo’s head, he really wanted to use the Ritual now, but he knew that if he started the process, it would be incomplete. Time was needed, which he didn’t have right now.
Diablo glanced slightly at Yama. ‘I can still use them.’
King Yama hadn’t used all of his Elites yet. Instead, he was just helping to summon Lesser Demons.
Unlike Diablo’s Hell, Yama’s didn’t need a sacrifice to be summoned.
The Demons of Yama’s Hell, in terms of quality, were much lower than in Diablo’s Hell, but they were still valuable.
“Yama -.”
Before Diablo could say anything, he quickly turned his face in one direction.
And that wasn’t just his reaction.
Literally, everyone on the battlefield stopped what they were doing and looked in the same direction as Diablo.
A terror that made everyone shiver was felt, and the image of a man with long black hair covered in Miasma, smiling condescendingly, showing his sharp teeth was seen.
The man’s blood-red gaze made everyone unconsciously gulp.
For a moment, everyone thought they were seeing things. After all, there was no one in the direction they were looking.
But the moment that thought appeared, it was quickly blown away in the wind.
The ominous feeling they felt was not an illusion, the proof of which was when a gigantic dark Gate suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The foreboding sensation nearly tripled, and the Miasma in the air was suddenly heavier.
“…The Gates of Hell…” Yama muttered in shock as he saw the Gate, which was so big it reached the clouds, open up, revealing a tremendously ominous darkness filled with Miasma.
‘Did he summon more Demons?’ Yama asked himself as he looked at Diablo.
Hundreds of thousands of red eyes opened in that darkness, sending another wave of chills through everyone.
“Retreat now!” Ariel quickly screamed.
“E- Eh?”
“What are you doing!? Fall back now! You too, brother!” She commanded even louder.
‘What is happening? What is this foreboding Miasma? It’s even more terrible than Diablo.’ Ariel shuddered.
The Angel of Death ignored Ariel. No one could order him. He looked at Lilith, who showed emotion in her lifeless eyes for the first time in this battle,
Anticipation.
‘So she’s not a completely lifeless doll.’ The Angel of Death thought. He knew there was something wrong with Lilith; the way she was fighting seemed more lifeless, as if he was fighting a corpse.
“He’s here…” Diablo clenched his fist in fury, the pressure in his body increasing in line with his rage.
“Who’s here?” Merlin asked carefully, seeing Diablo’s reaction.
Diablo’s body started to shake, and anger was even more visible on his face, and soon he couldn’t contain this feeling:
“… That damn usurper, ALUCARD!!”
Footsteps were heard, and soon a tall man covered in armor stepped out of the Gate.
“Why are you yelling, Diablo?” The smile on the man’s face grew sadistically:
“Are you menstruating? Or is it because you felt like someone stole something from you?”
“I will Fucking KILL YOU!” Veins bulged on Diablo’s head.
“Hahaha ~.” Alucard chuckled in amusement, “Control that temper you are so famous for, Ex-Demon King. People will think you are an imposter.” He spoke, emphasizing ‘Ex-Demon King’.
His eyes glinted sadistically when he saw Diablo’s reaction.
Veins were literally bursting in Diablo’s head. He had never felt so angry before in his life.
“ALUCARD!!” Diablo’s body exploded with Power, sending everyone near him flying away.
“Wrong.” The Miasma, along with a red Power, covered Victor’s body:
“It’s Demon King, Victor Alucard, Worm.”
Victor was delighted with Diablo’s angry expression, which seemed ready to lose control at any moment, and the shocked faces of the Demons who were previously unaware of this fact.
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