746. The Remaining Legions
“Hm? Did you say sothing?”
I asked as I glanced down towards Manos. He couldn’t fly. So I carried him in my arms as he guided , and we made our way over the ravaged landscape of the Netherworld. We had been flying over the battlefield where we fought and killed Jofis the Winged Horror when I spoke up.
The place where we killed the [Disgraced Hellking].
It was where Manos had betrayed Jofis and offered to join our side. Unfortunately, Haec and the rest of the rebellion still didn’t trust Manos, because he was known as the Executioner— forrly the leader of the Deathsquad Hunters. But I trusted him.
And we were going to confront the rest of the loyal legions of the Demon King to prove Manos’s loyalty to our cause.
Just the two of us.
It might’ve been a risk, because I had nobody else to back up in case Manos decided to betray . But I was confident he was on my side. He even shared his plan with to deal with Chordus— who was a Prival Demon like him on the precipice of reaching Level 200.
And unlike him, she couldn’t be swayed to betray Regnorex.
Manos blinked back at as he heard my confused voice.
“Did I say what?”
The Executioner tilted his head, and I hesitated. I pursed my lips as I peered curiously at him.
“I could’ve sworn you said sothing… sothing about getting revenge?”
Manos gave a blank stare.
“I said nothing. Are you sure you heard right? Maybe you’re tired— do you need to rest? I know so Demons need sleep.”
I drew back, aghast. I even almost dropped him as I retorted.
“? Needing to sleep? Absolutely not!”
“Woah, be careful! I told you I can’t fly!”
Manos protested as he clung onto my clawed hands. I harrumphed, crossing my arms and letting go of him.
“I’m just saying, I am a Demon. Not a Human—”
anwhile, he desperately held onto as he scread.
“Ok, I get it. Just don’t drop !”
“No, I’m not going to help you until you get it through your head!”
“Yes, you don’t need to sleep! Please just—”
“Because I’m Salvos— a Demon! Not a stinky, stupid Human!”
“You are the greatest Demon, I admit it! I was an idiot for saying otherwise! You’re not a Human at all!”
“Good… good… now say it again!”
“What—”
Eventually, after emphasizing the fact that I was a Demon who did not need to sleep to Manos, I carried him from under his arms once again, and he let out a sigh of relief. However, it wasn’t long before I spotted a valley in the far distance. A large gathering of Demons numbering in the hundreds of thousands— maybe even millions— were waiting there.
I took in a deep breath, preparing myself for what was to co. Manos turned to as he t my gaze.
“Rember the plan, Salvos?”
I stared at him for a mont, then I looked over my Status as I nodded. I still had [Divine Essence of the Angelic Devil Princess] active for a little while longer, since the battle with Jofis was so recently. So I was prepared for anything.
“Yep. I do.”
I replied simply. And we flew on straight for the rest of the remaining loyal legions. Find the newest release on novel⁂fire
Salvos (The Enemy of the Demon King) (The Devil’s Daughter) (Immortalslayer)
Species: [Prival Demon of Pride]
Secondary Species: [Lesser God]
Subspecies: [Angelic Devil Princess] - Lvl. 174
Class: [C-̴̨̯͍̜̘̼̣̯͚̘̹̪̘͙͌̾͆̚͝rr-̴̨̯͍̜̘̼̣̯͚̘̹̪̘͙͌̾͆̚͝pt-̴̨̯͍̜̘̼̣̯͚̘̹̪̘͙͌̾͆̚͝d Appr-̴̨̯͍̜̘̼̣̯͚̘̹̪̘͙͌̾͆̚͝nt-̴̨̯͍̜̘̼̣̯͚̘̹̪̘͙͌̾͆̚͝c-̴̨̯͍̜̘̼̣̯͚̘̹̪̘͙͌̾͆̚͝] - Lvl. 158
General Skills:
[Advanced Mana Manipulation] - Lvl. 10 (Maxed)
[Corruption Mastery] - Lvl. 1
[Identification] - Lvl. 6
[Racial Skill: True Divinity] - Lvl. 1 (Maxed)
[Racial Skill: Universal Language Comprehension] - Lvl. 2
[Rest] - Lvl. 5
[Wisdom of the Old Gods] - Lvl. 5
[Title Skill: Demonic Essence Resistance] - Lvl. 1
[Title Skill: General Status Effect Resistance] - Lvl. 1
[Title Skill: Invoke Wrath] - Lvl. 1
[Title Skill: Influence Wild Demons] - Lvl. 1
[Title Skill: Rapid Disengage] - Lvl. 1
[Title Skill: The Devil’s Grace] - Lvl. 1
[Racial Skill: Divine Essence of the Angelic Devil Princess] - Lvl. 2
Stats:
[Available Stat Points: 0]
[Vitality]: 330 ( 150) ( 10) ( 50) ( 100)
[Strength]: 330 ( 10) ( 10) ( 50) ( 100)
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[Endurance]: 330 ( 10) ( 10) ( 50) ( 3) ( 100)
[Wisdom]: 500 ( 40) ( 10) ( 50) ( 50) ( 100)
[Agility]: 545 ( 10) ( 10) ( 50) ( 5) ( 100)
Skills:
[Available Skill Points: 6]
[Angel’s Wings] - Lvl. 20
[Barrage of Cinders] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)
[Divine Demon’s Mark] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)
[Divine Haste] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)
[Intimidation] - Lvl. 10 (Maxed)
[Faux Limbs] - Lvl. 25 (Maxed)
[Divine Nebular Construct] - Lvl. 25 (Maxed)
[Divine Strike] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)
[Divine Radiant Slash] - Lvl. 15 (Maxed)
[Sacred Hellfire] - Lvl. 18
[Salvo of Vanity] - Lvl. 25 (Maxed)
[The Call of Armageddon] - Lvl. 15
[The Holy Flas] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)
[Passive - Angelic Premonition] - Lvl. 15
[Passive - Weapon Mastery] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)
[Available Grand Skill Points: 0]
[Claw of Corruption] - Lvl. 2
[My Fla Shall Burn Until Eternity Ends] - Lvl. 3 (Maxed)
[Unused Skill Slot] x2
Secondary Skills:
[Available Secondary Skill Points: 0]
[Corrupted Draconic Fury] - Lvl. 1
[Cluster Ti Dilation] - Lvl. 15 (Maxed)
[Greater Teleportation] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)
[Manifestation of the Old Gods] - Lvl. 10 (Maxed)
[Prison Of Isolation] - Lvl. 17
[Riftwalk] - Lvl. 2
[Truth Divination] - Lvl. 10 (Maxed)
[Worldbreak] - Lvl. 6
[Passive - Corrupted Dragon Scales] - Lvl. 1
[Passive - Corrupted Regeneration] - Lvl.1
[Passive - Master of Material Manipulation] - Lvl. 15 (Maxed)
[The World of My Mind] - Lvl. 2
[Unused Skill Slot] x1
Her na was Chordus, and she was Level 191 [Hellprincess]. She was the leader of the Second Legion. Ordinarily, she was calm— composed. Even in the face of a group of wild Prival Demon coming from the Wilderness to the Expanse, threatening to wreak havoc across the Demon King’s Domain, she often showed no fear. But right now, there was a problem that actually caused her so… concern.
Sitting atop a throne of crystals, she stared down at her Tablet of Tracking as she tapped a clawed finger on the armrest. Clink. Clink. Clink. With each tap of her finger, she broke off more of the crystal throne with her black nails.
A voice apprehensively piped up from the side, noticing her building nervousness.
“Chordus, what is going on?”
It was Mozar— the leader of the Twenty-First Legion. A [Fiend] that looked to be the size of a [Djinn]. He scratched the back of his head as he continued hesitantly, not wanting to further anger the leader of the Second Legion.
“Why are you upset? Where’s Jofis?”
“That’s exactly what I am wondering!”
Chordus snapped back at him, and he recoiled. Even though he was a Prival Demon like her whilst also being the leader of a legion, it was clear that he was beneath her. After all, he was far weaker than she was, and while she wasn’t a rciless brute like Jofis, if she was upset, she would not hesitate to… maim her own comrades.
However, that didn’t stop so others from speaking up against her. Naro— the leader of the Tenth Legion— spoke up as he narrowed his eyes.
“Then explain what you know— we’re not the ones with the Tablet of Tracking here.”
Naro was a [Hellprince]— the male equivalent of a [Hellprincess]. And while he was lower-leveled than Chordus, he was sure not to shy away from any confrontation with her. Likely because he thought himself to be her equal.
Her brows snapped together as she eyed him. He just crossed his arms, looking expectantly at her.
“Well, if you must know, Naro—”
Chordus said, deciding to oblige him instead of wasting ti arguing with him again today. But she simply tossed the Tablet of Tracking towards the [Hellprince].
“Why don’t you just take a look at it yourself?”
She asked as Naro, Mozar, and the other leaders of the legions gathered around her blinked. They picked up the Tablet of Tracking and stared at it curiously. And they all exchanged confused glances.
“What does this an?”
“This doesn’t make any sense—”
“There’s… nothing?”
The various Prival Demons all stared down at the Tablet of Tracking. And it was Naro who spoke up, turning to Chordus in confusion.
“What exactly is this? What has happened to Jofis’s collar? Why is the Tablet of Tracking not picking it up?”
“I do not know the answer to that question.”
Chordus harrumphed in response. She crossed her arms as Naro blinked in response.
“How can you not know the answer to that? You’ve been tracking it the entire ti!”
He exclaid. The other leaders of the legions nodded alongside him. And Chordus had enough. She glared his way as a pink aura burned around her, practically lting the ground at her feet. Although the crystals withstood the heat.
“I. Do. Not. Know. Is that so difficult to understand, Naro? Or do I have to beat those words into your head until you get it?”
Hearing that, Naro hesitated for once. He took a step back, trying to work his jaw as if to co up with a response. But Chordus just sighed as she leant back in her chair, the pink flas fading away.
“What I last saw was Jofis engaged in a battle— and then his collar vanished. Since then, it hasn’t returned. I do not know the reason for it, but that is what happened. Does that satisfy your curiosity, Naro?”
Naro paused. He opened his mouth like he was about to retort, but then he simply nodded as he closed his lips shut.
“Yes, it does, Chordus.”
“Good.”
Chordus sighed at that. She swept her gaze over the legions gathered in the valley before them as she took in a deep breath. There had to be over a million of them combined here— perhaps even two million or more. While she didn’t know the exact number, she knew that they should’ve outnumbered the freed legions.
Which ant that they would’ve won a direct confrontation with them if they clashed.
“We can’t wait around for Jofis to return— if he’s even alive.”
Chordus spoke as she rose from her throne, shaking her head. She swept her gaze over the rest of the leaders of the legions.
“We have to rally our troops. Strike the rebellion before they can grow even larger. This is our only hope of squashing them before it is too late. It is getting evidently clear that this is a fla that is being fanned with each passing mont. We need to snuff it out, now.”
As she spoke, Naro pursed his lips. It looked like he wanted to protest, but he remained silent as Chordus continued.
“We will travel to the last known location of Jofis and—”
She started, but was promptly cut off as Mozar spoke up.
“Wait, who is that?”
“Hm?”
Chordus raised a brow at him, and he pointed at the sky.
“Look— there’s soone coming. No… it’s not just one person.”
Mozar paused as he frowned. He leaned forward as Chordus and the other legion leaders looked in the sa direction as him. And one by one, they all spoke up at the sight they saw.
“Is that… Manos?”
“The Executioner!”
“The leader of the Deathsquad Hunters— he’s here to help us!”
However, Chordus didn’t exclaim like they did, because she saw sothing else that made her pause. Naro seed to have noticed it imdiately too. But the other leaders took a mont to see it.
“There’s two of them. But who’s that other Demon?”
Mozar asked as he tapped a finger on his chin. And then he paled as the realization settled in.
“Wait, is that…?”
Slowly, a susurration swept over the gathered leaders of the legions. Because they realized it too. They noticed the sa thing that both Chordus and Naro had observed earlier.
And it was that Manos the Executioner— the leader of the Deathsquad Hunters— was with Salvos.
The Enemy of the Demon King.
But how were they together? When did Manos even arrive? Chordus didn’t know. But she knew it ant one thing— that he had joined the rebellion.
That the Deathsquad Hunters were no more.
That he had beco a traitor just like the forr Heir of the Netherworld.
And Chordus could only grit her teeth as the thought crossed her mind.
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