Chapter 894: Convergence from All Sides, the Prince’s Procession (II)

Bang!

A pair of white light wings exploded into silver blood under a massive, black-scaled palm. The head of a Heavenly Feathered woman burst, her corpse slamming into the ground as the silver ichor sprayed in arcs.

By now, the ground was littered with mountains of Heavenly Feathered corpses, numbering in the tens of thousands. The silver and golden blood they had shed formed rivulets that flowed like streams, reeking of thick, metallic death. Each of the fallen had perished the same way—skulls crushed by overwhelming force. The scene was nothing short of horrifying.

At the peak of this grisly mountain of corpses stood a towering throne, hundreds of meters high, forged from unknown black metal and engraved with intricate, luxurious patterns. Upon it sat a burly, towering great demon king, whose standard form already stood nearly a hundred meters tall.

This great demon king radiated an aura of terror. His body was covered in black-and-red scales, and three pairs of crimson demon horns jutted from his head. A faint look of disappointment twisted his savage face. "The Heavenly Feathered Race is so inflexible. Is it really so hard for them to kneel before me?"

The great demon king lifted his head slightly and looked toward the front, where four demons stood respectfully. Each radiated the aura of the Ninth Demonic Mark, and in their grasp were two Heavenly Feathered women clad in silver armor.

The great demon king extended his hand. One of the women, standing two meters tall with a beautiful face, let out a cry as she was plucked up effortlessly and held in his palm. Compared to his massive hand, the tall Heavenly Feathered woman was no larger than a mouse, and that was without even mentioning the overwhelming difference in strength.

Yet, he didn’t kill her. Instead, his voice, rare in its gentleness, resounded in the air. "Don’t be afraid. I won’t kill you. I am Prince Hamdanman of the Belvetan Empire. You now have an extraordinary opportunity. If you’re willing to submit to my throne and serve as a flute maiden, I will grant you Demon God Blood to transform your bloodline. When that happens, not only will you be spared from the downfall of the Heavenly Feathered Race, you will also become one of the mighty Purgatory True Demons. What do you say? Doesn’t that sound like a promising future?"

Hatred burned in the eyes of the woman gripped in his hand, and disgust twisted her expression as she glanced down at the throne beneath him. "Despicable demon. You think the noble Heavenly Feathered Race would ever submit to you? Dream on. Not even a great demon king like you could make me bow, let alone if your so-called demon god descended personally. I will never be your flute maiden."

"So you refuse to submit." Hamdanman sighed, sounding a little disappointed. Then his thumb flicked lightly.

Bang!

The woman’s head exploded in an instant. He casually tossed the corpse aside and turned his attention to the last remaining woman. His voice once again softened. "Then, are you willing to become the flute maiden under my throne?"

The restrained Heavenly Feathered woman shouted in fury, "You despicable demon, don’t even think of defiling us! Even if you slaughter every last one of us, no one will ever submit to you! One day, the great Divine King of Light will destroy all of you demons and avenge us!"

The towering great demon king exhaled lightly. "Is that so? What a pity."

Bang!

The last Heavenly Feathered woman’s head burst apart, and the explosion of silver blood splattered across the demons on both sides, dyeing half their bodies silver in a grisly scene.

After slaughtering all of the remaining Heavenly Feathered warriors, Hamdanman slouched into his throne with a look of slight frustration, shaking his head in exasperation. "These creatures must be insane. Or are they just all suicidal? Don’t they understand that a miserable life is better than a glorious death? As long as you're alive, there's still hope. Once you’re dead, there’s nothing left. Even if they want revenge, even if they dream of killing all the Purgatory True Demons, they’d still have to stay alive first."

Around the throne, thousands of demons stood respectfully, though their faces wore bitter smiles.

Wasn’t that a little much, Your Highness? You’re a prince of the Belvetan Empire, and yet... don’t you feel like something’s off in what you just said?

Just then, a mythical-level aura emerged in the distant sky. Rolling clouds of dark demonic mist surged forward, quickly blanketing the heavens. Moments later, a demon king over five hundred meters tall descended from the sky. He looked up at the throne where Hamdanman sat and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Lord Hamdanman."

Hamdanman thought for a moment. "You’re... from the Freymund Empire, right? A demon king named Gulair? I vaguely remember you."

The demon king responded respectfully, "Yes, Prince Hamdanman. By His Majesty’s command, I’ve rallied two main battle legions and two vassal legions nearby. I didn’t expect to encounter Your Highness here. Following the command of our lords, my legions and I will now serve under your banner."

"Very well. Fall in behind." Hamdanman nodded casually.

At the base of the mountain behind him, hundreds of thousands of Purgatory warriors had already assembled. Standing silently behind the throne was yet another demon king, calmly observing Gulair.

Although the collapse of the nineteenth plane had caught Tyretis and the other demon gods by surprise, they had reacted immediately. Using the abyssal principle, which had already corrupted a good portion of the world, they had sent out commands to all demon kings: rally the scattered legions and avoid being defeated in detail.

Simultaneously, they had ordered the demon kings to regroup around great demon king commanders and surround the Heavenly Feathered legions to deny them any room to breathe.

Just as Gulair had finished reporting in, Hamdanman, seated lazily on his throne, began wondering whether it was time to lead a force out and capture some more Heavenly Feathered women.

Hum!

Suddenly, the one-meter-wide black mirror embedded in the armor over Hamdanman’s chest began to tremble. A cold and commanding voice emerged from within. "Hamdanman, 3,700 kilometers to your left, Rein and the others have encountered a human legion and are engaged in battle. Move to support them immediately. Be cautious. That human legion is extremely powerful. Just one star-quarter ago, Modimus and four demon kings fell in that sector."

Hamdanman’s expression hardened immediately. His once-casual posture straightened as he sat upright. "Modimus has fallen? Then the human legion must have a demon-god-level powerhouse among them."

Modimus had been a middle-stage great demon king of the Belvetan Empire, accompanied by four demon kings. Even for someone like Hamdanman, to kill them all in a short time without giving them a chance to escape would have been difficult.

Just then, the black mirror on his chest trembled again. "No demon-god-level being has been detected. But there is one human in that legion whose strength is no less than yours."

"A powerhouse on par with a pinnacle great demon king?" A fierce battlelust lit up in Hamdanman’s eyes.

When he had first arrived at the Heavenly Feathered Battlefield, he had already heard about the anomaly—how a legion from the distant human civilization had crossed realms to intervene.

A pinnacle great demon king referred to those who had reached the peak of the great demon king level and, with pseudo-world-level weapons in hand, could rival even beginning-stage demon gods.

"Be careful. That human is not weak. Once you arrive, find a way to hold him off. I’ve already notified Cortes and Patrice. They are gathering to support you. A mere insignificant human dares interfere in the war between our empire and the Heavenly Feathered Race? Seeking death. This time, not only will we exterminate the Heavenly Feathered Race, but we will also annihilate this human legion to the last. Let them understand the price of provoking our wrath."

As the cold voice faded, the demon god’s descending will dissipated along with it. The black mirror gradually calmed. Hamdanman glanced to the left, pondered briefly, then issued an order in a calm voice. "Mobilize the army at full speed. We’re heading to support Rein and the others."

"Yes, sir." Thousands of demons bowed in unison. Two squads of battle demons, each a hundred meters tall, stepped forward, each holding a massive signboard hundreds of meters high.

On the boards, written in the Purgatory language, was a message: "Where the Prince Arrives, All Must Retreat."

Next, four black giant demons, each over eight hundred meters tall, approached. They thrust their massive arms into the ground, gripping thick stone pillars buried deep beneath the earth. A surge of explosive power followed.

Boom!

The ground shattered, revealing an enormous palanquin more than a thousand meters long and five hundred meters wide, with Hamdanman seated on his throne at its center. As the four colossal black demons lifted the throne, two elegant squadrons of Purgatory female demons flew into formation ahead, scattering white petals into the wind.

Then came the pounding beat of majestic DJ music, shaking heaven and earth. Two demons, each carrying a speaker several dozen meters tall, flanked either side of the throne.

At the head of the procession, a shrill-voiced demon shouted, "The Prince ascends to the heavens. All beings shall kneel. Lift the palanquin!"

The ground trembled, and mountains shook. The four towering giant demons marched forward, each step setting off thunderous shockwaves like waves crashing against the shore.

Battle demons bearing signs led the way, flower maidens scattered blossoms at both sides, thunderous DJ beats boomed across the heavens, and behind them followed a vast and grand army.

The entire spectacle radiated magnificence and pomp. The two demon kings nearby couldn’t help but widen their eyes in astonishment. Noticing their stunned expressions, Hamdanman, seated atop his throne, revealed a faint, pleased smile. "Well? Isn’t this procession of mine impressive?"

One of the demon kings hesitated. "It’s... certainly unexpected, Your Highness."

Hamdanman replied with pride, "The soul of this procession lies in those two sound machines. Those devices came from the humans. Not long ago, the Dark Demonic Morkaya Empire sent envoys seeking an audience with His Majesty and brought a few gifts. Among them was this. According to their envoys, while the human civilization isn’t strong militarily, it’s highly developed.

“It stirred my curiosity. So I was thinking that, once we’ve wiped out the Heavenly Feathered Race, I would recommend to His Majesty that we join the Morkaya expedition to conquer that human civilization. But unexpectedly, before we could even move, the humans came to us. Once we’ve slaughtered their expeditionary force, I’ll see if I can capture a few of their women to serve as flute maidens under my throne."

Hearing this, one of the demon kings twitched slightly, unsure why the imperial prince was so obsessed with flute maidens.

At that same moment, in a distant region, a colossal figure stood. It was ten thousand meters tall, its entire body covered in dark-golden scales. On its shoulder stood a black-haired girl carrying four swords on her back.

Zuo Mo slowly turned his mountain-like head toward the girl, who stood cold-eyed atop his shoulder. He said, "Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, and I can promise you this: I didn’t harm her back then. Now we go to the humans. I want to ask Zhenwu whether your mother’s death was caused by the Federation. No matter who was responsible, I will make them pay in blood, including their entire race." The deep voice carried such a murderous aura that the very skies turned dark red and the atmosphere became suffocating.

As he spoke, Zuo Mo’s True Demon God Form, towering ten thousand meters high, moved with a thunderous rumble. The ground beneath him cracked apart for a thousand kilometers, and abyssal energy coiled around him as he vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

Above the shattered land, turbulent currents of void energy howled as Chen Chu, in his three-faced, eight-armed form, slowly withdrew his halberd. His gaze remained cold as he looked toward the twin Blood Moons rising at the horizon. This was the ninth demon king he had slain after crossing several hundred thousand kilometers.

Whoosh!

In the swirling void, a black ring and a red bone shard rose up, carried by the wind, and landed in Chen Chu’s palm.

Stowing away the spatial items of the fallen demon kings, Chen Chu looked into the distance. His pupils turned into golden-black slits as he scanned across hundreds of thousands of kilometers to see the human expeditionary force locked in battle with two Purgatory legions. Down below, Mech No.1 was roaring across the battlefield.

Only then did Chen Chu feel slightly relieved. He had been worried earlier about what would have happened if the human expeditionary force had been scattered. On a battlefield where two civilizations had thrown in everything they had, a few tens of thousands of humans were nothing. If they got separated, they would be crushed instantly by the surrounding Purgatory legions, even Luo Fei, who piloted No.1.

Whoosh!

Chen Chu became a streak of light and vanished into the sky, heading straight toward the human legion.