The Devils led by Jeerah were already surrounded by the Purgatory Warhorses. Though the numbers on both sides were roughly equal -about a hundred on each side-, their actual combat strength couldnt be any more different; the Warhorses were vastly more powerful than a bunch of low level Devils. Not to ntion that these Warhorses still had a Six-star elder watching over them from the sidelines who I doubt was in the best of moods after being pumlled by . In all likelihood, he had no intention of sparing even a single one of them.
The battle going on before us right now was a pretty clear cut one. In order for the Warhorses to qualify for the hunting party, they had to at least be Three-stars. In comparison, the Devils who just ca over from the Prison of the Dead were malnourished, and were mostly One-stars or Two-stars. There were barely any Three-stars, let alone Four-stars. With such a difference, it didnt co as a shock that they were getting trampled right now.
Had it not been for Jeerah, the Devils probably would have lost in two minutes flat. You heard right! Jeerah was like a ssiah to them right now thanks to her decisive combat support.
As a Lust Demon of the beguiling branch, she practically radiated beauty from top to toe. As long as it was a male, regardless of race, they would be affected by her.
A Beguiling Lust Demons strongest tactic was to enthrall an opposing male to fight for her. However, in order to reach this level of beguilent, that Lust Demon first had to ensure that there was a comfortable distance between her level and her targets.
Not only that, she had to ensure there was enough ti to pull off the enthrallnt. The requirents were rather complicated, but mostly because of individual differences.
The ability to enthrall an enemy without any physical contact was a high level technique. Most Lust Demons could only enthrall an enemy by coming into contact with them. But if a Lust Demon was powerful enough, her enthrallnt technique could take place from a distance through her words, scent, or even sight. At the pinnacle of this technique, Lust Demons were even able to alter a persons mory.
These techniques which controlled ones psyche were all collectively known as Psychic Enthrallnt.
Psychic Enthrallnt possessed three tiers of power: Novice, Adept, and Master. Novice Psychic Enthrallnt required the caster to maintain close contact with the target to have any chance of success. This was the forte of the carnal branch of Lust Demons. Through their bodily techniques, they would forcefully brainwash their targets. A normal human would rely require a single session or perhaps even a kiss to enthrall.
Adept Psychic Enthrallnt was what the Lust Demons of the beguiling branch specialised in. Because this tier of enthrallnt only required simple contact like a touch, they often did not have to go to the sa lengths that the Carnal Lust Demons had to.
When one reached the master tier of Psychic Enthrallnt, the brainwashing could take place simply through words, scent or even sight. Such a Lust Demon often only had to use her voice to control countless souls. This was the strongest power a Lust Demon could hope for!
In truth, I was naturally endowed with Master Psychic Enthrallnt thanks to Fertinier. Furthermore, this enthrallnt wasnt easy for to control. That was why when I had just reincarnated, I would often encounter situations where Devils would inexplicably submit to .
Jeerah was performing just such a technique right now. As she stood atop a giant rock, she feverishly released her mana in the form of a pink fog that slowly travelled across the battlefield.
It was a pink fog that sohow triggered certain mories within didnt I give out this fog in the past as well?
Upon inhaling this fog, the Devils imdiately experienced an explosive burst of fighting spirit. Yelling FOR THE MISTRESS! at the top of their lungs, they would fearlessly charge towards the Purgatory Warhorses like a bunch of brainwashed zealots.
This fog wasnt only effective against the low level Devils either. Majority of the Warhorses who inhaled this fog experienced a montary period of giddiness. And on a battlefield, such a montary distraction often proved fatal, no matter how short that mont was.
A Three-star Warhorse was the first to inhale this pink fog. His movent started to turn sluggish, and his strikes beca weaker as well. In the beginning, he was able to defeat a Large Imp with one simple kick, but after ten seconds of inhaling that fog, his attacks not only beca slower, but were now unable to even seriously injure a Large Imp.
In stark contrast to that, the Large Imp he fought charged with the ferocity of a zealot who just received a divine revelation from his deity. His actions practically scread that he would at least take a bite out of that accursed Warhorse, even if it ant his death. Other than frenzy, there was nothing to be found in his crimson eyes.
But a Large Imps body was nowhere as tall as a Warhorse. That ant that he had no choice but to jump in order to reach the Warhorse. As he did so, he accurately wrapped his arms around the neck of the Warhorse and began biting into his neck. Like a hound that found his prey, the Large Imp viciously tore into the neck of the dazed Warhorse, inflicting a serious injury in the process.
Neck throbbing furiously, the Warhorse finally ca to his senses. His injuries caused the blood within him to circulate even faster, countering the slowing effect of the pink fog in an instant with its own adrenaline-filled frenzy.
The Warhorse neighed loudly in the air as if to announce what was coming next. Nostrils flaring and muscles taut, the Warhorse galloped furiously in a forward charge. No matter who he encountered, whether friend or foe, he simply ramd through them all.
Yet the Large Imp held fast. He stubbornly bit into the neck of that Warhorse, the rocking of the Warhorses charge rely adding to the speed at which his teeth tore.
Purgatory Warhorses had no arms to speak of, so no matter how fast that horse charged, he really had no way of knocking off that Large Imp. His only hope now was to shroud his body in flas, hopefully burning that Imp to death before it could do more damage.
Shrouded in flas, the Large Imp was imdiately burnt by the wrapping flas. As this fire wasnt of his own making, the Imps body was sure to be damaged. Yet no matter how much his body writhed in pain, he had no intention of ever letting go. Right now, he was the most devout follower of Jeerah; his heart only held the desire to protect her to his death.
Even with his fla resistance, there was no way a Large Imp could completely ignore the effects of a Three-stars fla. Before long, the Large Imp was completely engulfed by the flas, yet that only served to fuel his ravenous biting. Finally, right before his body was reduced to ashes, his teeth made contact with each other
Fresh blood gushed out like a crimson hotspring. The mont that happened, the Warhorse lost all strength and began wobbling, knocking into two more Large Imps and one of its own at the speed of over 150 km per hour, carving a bloody road of death right before its own impending demise.
At long last, the Warhorse collapsed to the ground leaving behind a smothering trail of fire in his wake, his head knocking into the rock Jeerah so happened to be on.
The Warhorse used whatever energy it had left in its body to raise his head in hopes of looking at Jeerah one last ti. Unfortunately, he failed. He could only let forth one last mournful neigh before dying together with that Large Imp who finally let go of his neck at that exact sa mont.
A One-star actually fought a Three-star to deathnow thats a miracle right there!
In truth, such an occurrence wasnt unusual at all. There were a few cases of sothing similar happening all around. The most frightening fact was that even a Five-stars wasnt completely immune to Jeerahs enthrallnt. It could only be said that her technique had surpassed what a normal Adept Psychic Enthrallnt should be able to accomplish.
Little brother, that right there is the natural born power of the beguiling branch. Jeerahs exceptional performance naturally attracted the attention of Fertinier. Like the Devil queen that she was, I could hear her amused voice rattling in my head right now. Her technique is on the precipice of evolving into a Master Psychic Enthrallnt. That pink fog of hers is actually an enthrallnt that uses scent to affect her opponents.
So we got a genius on our handsspeaking of which, Devils with an Original Sin arent even that common to begin with
Beguiling Lust Demons are actually a rarity amongst Lust Demons. Thats because they have to maintain their chastity until they comprehend the secrets of Adept Psychic Enthrallnt truly an ironic rule, I have to say. Even though they are the incarnations of Lust, they have to curb their desiresbut should a Lust Demon be able to achieve such a feat, she would be a Lust Demon of the beguiling branch. She would no longer have to rely on her body to enthrall her opponents.
So once they lose their chastity, they lose the ability to evolve into the beguiling branch. But if they dont use their bodies as a weapon, these nightworking Lust Demons cant survive truly a conundrum
That exchange with Fertinier didnt last too long, and we soon turned our attention back to the battlefield.
Jeerahs enthrallnt had brought forth an unexpected outco in this battlefield, resulting in casualties amongst the Warhorses. However, such a fortuitous turn of events wouldnt last long. Warwraith wasnt one to allow his fellow horses die, thus he would never allow Jeerah to continue unchecked. And as I had predicted, Warwraith prepared to intervene.
We mustnt let that Warwraith join the battlefield. If that blasted horse interferes now, he can take out all the Devils in an instant with just his Six-star might and capture Jeerah.
That Jeerah was even able to earn praise from Fertinier. That must an her talent is the real deal.
Being understaffed as I was, there was no way I would give up this chance to recruit another mber. I imdiately gave the order, Advance, dont let that donkey of a horse join the battlefield!
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