Aengus and his wives floated ahead of the Liberation Army, their composure commanding the respect and awe of the millions behind them. The humans and demons alike, who had co to fear and revere their Lord, watched with bated breath as Aengus moved with calm yet ominous confidence.
The opposing forces, though bolstered by numbers nearly threefold, suddenly found themselves questioning their advantage. Before the battle could begin, Aengus raised a hand, and the world seed to pause.
With a flick of his wrist, a portal to his Monster Breeding Space opened behind him. From it, an unrelenting torrent of monstrous forms poured forth like a waterfall, crashing onto the battlefield.
The ground shook under the weight of their arrival—feral growls, deafening roars, and unsettling screeches of demonic beasts filled the air. From small, agile predators to towering titanic creatures, the legion of 5 million surged forward, their crimson eyes glowing with primal fury.
It was an awe-inspiring and terrifying sight.
The enemy's ranks faltered, their confidence eroded by the sheer scale of the summoning. Their breath hitched as the sky above seed to darken under the shadow of flying beasts, while the ground trembled with the steps of hulking monstrosities.
The opposing demon Generals, positioned atop their battlents, could hardly comprehend what they were witnessing.
"How is this possible?" one of them whispered in disbelief.
"He's not even a full demon—what kind of ability is this?" another muttered, their voice quivering.
Their terror grew as their gaze shifted back to Aengus, the figure who had summoned this hellish army. His aura, though distinctly human in appearance, was darker and more nacing than any demon lord they had ever encountered.
For the first ti, they realized the grim truth. The man at the forefront wasn't just leading the charge—he was the harbinger of annihilation.
"Silence!"
The booming voice echoed across the battlefield, silencing the fear-stricken army of Demon Lord Crimson. Erging from the ranks, the imposing figure of Demon Lord Crimson strode forward, his towering skeletal form radiating nace.
Aengus turned his attention to the fiery demon lord. Stay connected with m-v l|e'-
Demon Lord Crimson form was a terrifying sight—a humanoid giant skeleton, his body engulfed in swirling crimson flas that danced nacingly across his charred bones. His rusty armor clanked with each step, giving him a haunting presence. Two massive horns curved outward from his skull, making his fiery gaze all the more chilling.
Despite his grim and sowhat unconventional appearance, Aengus could sense the raw power emanating from him.
"So, you're the one foolish enough to challenge ," Demon Lord Crimson growled, his fiery eyes narrowing as he studied Aengus.
Aengus smirked, unfazed. He had expected a different kind of demon—a hulking, muscular figure brimming with physical dominance. But instead, he faced a burning skeleton clad in tattered armor.
However, appearances could be deceiving. A quick glance at Crimson's stats confird his strength: over 40,000 in every attribute.
Crimson wasn't just a show of fire and bones—he was a genuine threat. As the 87th-ranked mber of the Demon Lord's Council, he was a figure of notable power and reputation.
But Aengus remained unfazed, his confidence unshaken as he recalled his recent growth. His stats had already surpassed 48,000 due to his clone's hunt the previous night.
"Well, well," Aengus said, his voice calm and laced with confidence. "I expected more from the 87th seat. I'll admit, though, your fire abilities are mildly amusing."
Crimson roared in fury, the flas engulfing his skeletal form flaring brighter. "You dare mock , whelp? You'll burn to ash before the might of my power!"
As his rage fueled his fiery aura, Crimson's burning gaze shifted past Aengus and landed on the figure of Duke Belial standing just behind him.
"Haha... So it's you, Belial," Crimson sneered. "How dare you betray ! I'll burn your seven generations to ashes for this treachery!"
Belial stepped forward with a calm smile, exuding confidence.
"Lord Crimson, it's good to see you again," Belial said mockingly. "But I'm afraid your end is near—at the hands of my Son-In-Law." His tone carried no fear, only certainty.
Crimson's fiery eyes narrowed as he processed the statent. "Your Son-In-Law? A human?"
He laughed scornfully, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
"Have you forgotten, Belial? Your wife was banished from this world. This so-called 'Son-In-Law' will suffer the sa fate—reduced to nothing but ash!"
"Oh, see, Aria, how ugly this bag of bones is. We shouldn't even need to lay eyes on him," Bella said, stepping forward with Aria, her voice dripping with disdain.
Aria, ever the quieter of the two, nodded in agreent but glared at Crimson with equal hatred.
Bella, emboldened by her faith in Aengus' strength, dared to mock the Demon Lord face-to-face.
"Rumble!"
The continent itself trembled as Demon Lord Crimson unleashed a wave of primal rage.
"You... You're all dead!" Crimson's voice roared like thunder as his fiery aura intensified, setting the battlefield ablaze.
Each of Crimson's massive steps sent shockwaves through the ground, erupting into volcanic explosions. The fiery ash pouring forth was so potent it even began scorching the very fabric of space itself.
However, only Aengus could see how the spatial fabric was rapidly regenerating before it could fully tear.
Aengus shielded his side army from his killing aura, while enemy side died hundred thousand like a plague of death that burned their very souls.
"Bella, Aria, handle the others. I'll finish him off swiftly," Aengus commanded, stepping forward and drawing his God Slayer Sword, its blade gleaming with a dark, ominous energy.
"Take him down, Darling!" Bella cheered, blowing him a playful kiss while secretly praying in her heart for his victory.
Aria simply clasped her hands together in silent support, her determined gaze fixed on her husband as he approached the towering Demon Lord Crimson.
"Let's take it to the sky, Crimson!" Aengus declared with commanding authority, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
Without waiting for a response, he tore through the space with sheer force, creating a rift that shimred like shattered glass. In a flash, he grabbed Demon Lord Crimson by the shoulder, his grip unyielding and rciless.
Before Crimson could retaliate, Aengus yanked him upward with the ease of lifting a ragdoll, the massive skeletal form of the Demon Lord dragged into the sky like a powerless weight.
The air itself seed to quiver as the two ascended, their battle promising devastation far from the armies below.
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