The battlefield had already been chaotic, but with the Cryptids and Fenn unleashed, the war had taken an even more terrifying turn.
The sky was alight with explosions, the air filled with clashes of magic, steel, and monstrous roars.
From my vantage point, I watched the Demon Lords, their allies, and the Cardinal World warriors struggle against the Cryptid generals and the endless horde of angels.
Despite their overwhelming power, Guy, Milim, Luminous, Leon, Rimuru, Carrion, Frey, Veldora, and the others were facing enemies that were designed to counter them.
I let out a small sigh, then turned to Diablo.
"Diablo, take the Black Legion and go assist them. It's time we remind them why the demons are feared."
A slow, sinister smile crept across Diablo's face.
"As you command, my lord. I will ensure they understand true despair."
With a wave of his hand, a massive portal of darkness opened behind him.
From the abyss stepped the Black Legion, an army of Elite Demons clad in obsidian armor, each wielding immense power.
With Diablo leading them, they vanished into the battlefield, their presence sending a ripple of fear through the enemy forces.
In the distant ruins of the prison, Draguel stood face to face with his long-lost brother, Fenn.
Fenn was a towering behemoth, his body radiating raw destruction, his very presence warping the ground beneath him.
His red eyes locked onto Draguel, and a twisted grin formed on his face.
"Brother… so you've come to stop me?"
Draguel's eyes narrowed, his stance firm. "You've lost yourself to destruction, Fenn. I cannot let you roam free."
Fenn laughed, his voice like rolling thunder. "You think you can stop me? After all these years, you're still clinging to balance?"
He lunged forward, his fist, the size of a mountain, crashing down toward Draguel.
But Draguel was faster.
He sidestepped with blinding speed, his fist slamming into Fenn's side with enough force to shatter mountains.
BOOM!
Fenn was sent skidding back, but he grinned.
"Not bad… BUT NOT ENOUGH!"
The ground shattered as Fenn unleashed a shockwave of raw destruction, forcing Draguel to leap back.
Their fight was not just a battle—it was a cataclysm.
Every punch, every collision, reshaped the landscape.
Their clashes sent shockwaves that tore through mountains, creating craters the size of cities.
The world itself trembled under their battle.
As the Demon Lords struggled against the Cryptid generals, the sky tore open once more.
But this time, it was not an enemy.
Diablo and the Black Legion arrived.
"Well, well," Diablo's voice rang across the battlefield, "it seems you all could use some assistance."
The Black Legion descended like a storm, their power devastating the Cryptids and angels alike.
Even the Cryptid Generals flinched at the sheer malice and power radiating from Diablo's forces.
But as I watched, I could feel the intensity of the battle rising.
And beside me…
My lovers were glaring.
Velzard, Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera all looked at me, their eyes burning with frustration.
Velzard crossed her arms. "And why exactly are we just watching?"
Testarossa smirked, but there was an edge to her voice. "I believe you owe us an explanation."
Ultima pouted. "Master, you're letting Diablo have all the fun…"
Carrera cracked her knuckles. "Let us go, or I'll start getting REALLY mad."
I let out a deep sigh.
"…Fine. You all can go."
Immediately—their faces lit up.
Ultima jumped with excitement. "Yay! Time to burn some bugs~!"
Carrera's eyes glowed with excitement. "I was getting bored anyway."
Velzard simply smirked. "You made the right choice."
But before they could rush off, I raised a hand.
"You'll need disguises. If the world realizes you're here, it could change the war."
They nodded, and with a flick of my wrist, their aura signatures shifted, masking their true identities.
I then commanded:
"Take the White Legion, the Purple Legion, and the Yellow Legion with you."
At my words, three more Legions of elite demons stepped forward.
Each Legion, clad in different spectral armors, saluted before vanishing into the war.
Now—the battlefield would truly be shaken.
With the arrival of my lovers and the elite demon legions, the war entered a new phase.
The sky burned with clashes of power.
Diablo led the Black Legion, cutting through Cryptids and angels with precision and elegance.
Carrera enjoyed herself the most, her nuclear-level explosions turning entire battlefields to ash.
Far away, Feldway watched in shock.
His divine army, his Cryptids, his ultimate plan—
Everything was falling apart.
His hands clenched. "…No. No, this isn't how it's supposed to go."
He turned to Zelanus, his expression dark. "Prepare the final wave."
Zelanus, who had been watching with intrigue, nodded. "So, we're playing our last card?"
Feldway's eyes burned with fury.
"I won't let them win."
The war was far from over—
The war had reached a fever pitch.
The battlefield stretched across the entire Cardinal World, with Tempest, Ruberios, the Dragon Kingdom, the Ice Continent, and El Dorado all engulfed in battle.
Demon Lords, ancient warriors, legendary beings—all fought against the endless horde of angels and cryptids.
Dragruel clashed with his berserk brother Fenn, their battle shaking the very foundations of the world.
Veldora rampaged through angelic generals, his strikes like thunder, obliterating entire legions.
My lovers, Velzard, Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera, along with their demonic legions, turned the tide, carving through the enemy forces with pure, destructive beauty.
But then—
The sky cracked.
A pulse of energy, so overwhelming, so cosmic in scale, surged through the battlefield.
Everyone froze.
It wasn't just power—it was divine power.
A force that demanded to be acknowledged.
And then—
They descended.
The air itself seemed to twist and fracture as Zelanus appeared.
One moment, he wasn't there.
The next—he stood in the center of the battlefield.
A mocking smirk on his face.
His presence was alien—as if reality itself was struggling to contain his existence.
His dark robes billowed unnaturally, the fabric seeming to be made of shadows that refused to obey the laws of physics.
His red eyes gleamed with amusement as he gazed upon the battlefield.
"Ahh… what a glorious mess. I must say, I do love chaos."
Guy Crimson, who had been crushing a Cryptid General's skull, looked up and smirked.
"Well, well… now things are getting interesting."
Milim cracked her knuckles, grinning like a maniac.
"FINALLY! A worthy fight!"
Leon tightened his grip on his sword, his golden eyes burning with focus.
Luminous narrowed her gaze, standing beside Hinata and the Holy Knights. "This one is different… far too confident."
And Rimuru…
Rimuru didn't speak, but his eyes were locked onto Zelanus, analyzing every inch of him.
Then, before anyone could react—
Zelanus moved.
BOOM.
In an instant, he was in front of Milim.
Her eyes widened—she barely had time to react.
He thrust his palm forward, and a shockwave exploded out, sending her flying through mountains before she could counter.
Milim crashed, causing a massive explosion in the distance.
The battlefield went dead silent.
Guy's smirk faltered. "…That was fast."
Luminous tensed. "He's that strong?"
Zelanus simply chuckled.
"Oh? Did I hit too hard? I was just saying hello."
Then, before anyone could move—
The sky itself split open.
Light, golden and terrible, rained down.
A presence unlike any other flooded the world.
It was not just power—it was absolute authority.
Everyone—Demon Lords, angels, cryptids, warriors—felt it.
The true form of Feldway had returned.
His radiant golden armor shone like a star, his wings spanning miles, each feather glowing with untold power.
His eyes burned with divine fury.
He had abandoned his weakened vessel.
This was his true self.
The one personally created by Veldanava himself.
And it was terrifying.
The world itself seemed to bend under his presence.
The winds howled. The earth trembled. The skies darkened.
Feldway slowly descended, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield.
And then—he spoke.
His voice echoed across the entire Cardinal World.
"Kneel."
For a moment—a terrible moment—
It felt as if the entire universe obeyed.
Even the strongest warriors felt an instinctual urge to submit.
Even Veldora flinched.
Even Milim, recovering from Zelanus' attack, felt the weight of his words.
Even Guy Crimson clenched his fists, his smirk gone.
This was not a normal enemy.
The battlefield stood still for only a moment.
Then—Guy laughed.
A dark, amused chuckle.
He rolled his shoulders, his crimson aura exploding outward.
"Hah. Now this… THIS is what I've been waiting for."
Milim wiped blood from her lip and grinned wildly.
"Oh, I'm gonna have fun breaking you."
Luminous flicked her wrist, summoning golden chains of divine light.
"Your arrogance disgusts me."
Leon's sword ignited in celestial flames.
"You are not my god."
Rimuru, still silent, narrowed his eyes.
Then, he vanished.
And appeared right in front of Feldway.
His blade was already moving.
SLASH.
A direct hit—aimed at Feldway's neck.
But—it stopped.
The moment Rimuru's sword made contact with Feldway's skin, it was as if reality itself rejected the attack.
The force shattered the ground beneath them.
Yet, Feldway didn't even blink.
Instead—he smiled.
"…Interesting."
And with a single finger tap to Rimuru's chest—
BOOM.
Rimuru was sent flying through a dozen mountains, his impact leaving a crater miles wide.
Silence.
Everyone stared.
Rimuru… had been hit.
Not dodged. Not countered.
Hit.
Even Zelanus raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? That's rare."
Feldway slowly lowered his hand.
"Let's see how long you all last."
And then—
The true battle began.
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