Chapter 347: DEMON REALM WAR
That was Brian’s signature technique—Sword of Detonation.
He summoned another sword from his inventory and landed hard on the head of a snarling demon.
The creature growled in fury, twisting wildly as it tried to claw him off. But Brian was faster.
He jumped again, driving a powerful kick into the demon’s skull.
The force sent the beast flying backward like a cannonball, crashing through its own allies and scattering their formation in a tangle of limbs and roars.
Brian landed lightly on his feet, turning with cold precision.
His eyes locked onto the demon generals lurking behind the massive horde.
High above on the castle wall, Annabelle had spotted them too.
"Cain," she called out, voice cutting through the noise. "It’s your turn to cause chaos."
"One step closer to finding Mariah," Cain muttered under his breath.
He pulled his hood low over his face, shadowing his determined expression.
"Do you need me to teleport you down there?" Chris asked.
"That won’t be necessary," Cain replied.
Without hesitation, he leaped from the wall, plummeting toward the battlefield.
"Arise," he whispered while still in free fall.
A massive undead wyvern materialized in the air with a piercing cry.
It swept beneath Cain just before he hit the ground, catching him smoothly on its bony back.
The wyvern soared low over the area littered with the demons Brian had already slain.
Everywhere its shadow passed, the fallen demons began to twitch and rise again, their bodies now twisted into undead servants.
They turned on their former allies, clashing violently in a gruesome frenzy of teeth and claws.
Dead allies rose from the blood-soaked ground, only to become enemies that fought one another in a nightmarish cycle.
Cain remained airborne, calmly dropping soul bombs at regular intervals.
Each explosion ripped through the ranks, killing even more demons and feeding the growing undead army.
The battlefield had become a cycle of death, resurrection, and endless slaughter.
"Damn. Those two really are crazy powerful people," Aaron couldn’t help but mutter, a hint of awe in his voice.
Thomas watched the carnage unfold, his face calm and unreadable.
"You have to relax," Annabelle told him gently, seeing straight through his hidden tension.
"The mobs aren’t for you to deal with. I need you fresh to handle the demon princes and support us against the demon lords."
Thomas nodded once in understanding.
The entire group stayed focused on the wall, eyes glued to the battle raging below.
Brian continued to wreck absolute havoc, slicing demons into pieces with tireless precision.
His infinite stamina made him the perfect war machine, never slowing, never tiring.
Cain had long since dismounted the wyvern.
He unleashed his necrozone across the field, steadily draining the life force from every demon it touched.
Meanwhile, his growing army of undead kept tearing through the enemy ranks, reducing their numbers even further.
The fight dragged on for hours. Brian and Cain battled alone, holding the line with ferocious intensity.
Eventually, Cain grew exhausted.
He withdrew to the castle wall to recover his strength.
"Kate," Annabelle informed her. "It’s your turn."
Kate nodded, her expression focused. She leaped from the castle wall, wrapping herself in a swirling cocoon of shadows that trailed behind her like dark wings.
"You all have got to stop jumping from the castle wall to farm aura," Aaron complained, shaking his head.
Kate landed gracefully on the ground below.
The shadow cocoon dissolved around her, fading into wisps of darkness that vanished on the wind.
Raising her hands high, Kate summoned a forest of shadow spikes that erupted violently from the ground.
They pierced upward through the demons’ bodies with merciless precision, impaling them from beneath in a gruesome spray of blood and shattered bone.
Two sleek daggers formed from pure shadow in her palms.
She gripped them tightly, feeling their cold, weightless power pulse against her skin.
In the next breath, she melted into one of the nearby shadows, vanishing completely from sight.
What followed was the coldest, most silent assassination the demons had ever witnessed.
They could not see her at all.
The only sign that Kate still stalked the battlefield was the sudden spray of severed heads rolling across the dirt, eyes wide in frozen shock.
Brian and Kate soon unleashed damage of every kind, carving through the horde like twin storms of death.
"This is as far as your trouble goes," a demon prince of wrath snarled.
He stepped forward, blocking Brian’s blade just inches from severing another demon’s head.
More demon princes quickly closed in, surrounding Brian in a tight circle.
Five of them now hemmed him in completely, cutting off every possible escape route with their massive, menacing frames.
Kate was not spared either.
Three demon princes and one princess boxed her in, their eyes gleaming with cruel intent as they blocked her every shadow path.
"Finally," Aaron said with a wide smile.
"Looks like they’re picking up the pace now."
"Thomas, Will, Cain," Annabelle instructed, her voice sharp and clear.
"You three provide support down there."
"And Chris," she added, turning to him, "tell Brian to pull back and return to the wall."
"Huh? Why?" Aaron asked, surprise flashing across his face.
"He needs to rest," Annabelle explained calmly.
"He’ll be needed soon to face a demon lord alongside me, Lilith, and Cain."
"Oh. That’s smart," Aaron admitted.
Then he frowned. "But what about me? Why do I get to do?" He clearly meant why he wasn’t allowed to fight and farm aura like the others.
"Just keep observing the things I told you to watch," Annabelle replied, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Chris placed a firm hand on Will’s and Thomas’s shoulders, he teleported them directly to the heart of the battlefield, right beside Kate and Brian.
"Time out, Brian," Chris called out. "It’s time for you to rest."
"We’ll take it from here," Thomas added, his voice steady.
Multiple arms began sprouting from his body, growing rapidly as his power surged.
"Woah. You look damn ugly," Will called out with a grin, staring at Thomas now sporting eight arms, four on each side, his multiplier skyrocketing to a terrifying 256.
Thomas ignored the jab completely. He advanced toward the nearest prince with deadly focus.
With four arms swinging in perfect unison, he brought his swords down in a devastating arc.
The force of the blow sent the prince flying backward, skidding across the ground in a cloud of dust and broken armor.
The 256 multiplier had stripped away a massive chunk of the demon’s health in a single strike.
"Catch that bastard first!" one of the princes roared, finally realizing how lethal Thomas truly was.
"You shouldn’t disregard me," Will called out, annoyance flaring in his voice.
A demon prince had just stormed past him without even glancing his way, treating him as if he were no threat at all.
Irritated, Will lunged forward and clamped his hand around the demon’s thick neck.
He channeled one of his deadliest poisons straight into the prince’s veins.
"Thousand Snake Venom," Will declared coldly.
"Ahhhhh!!" the prince screamed in agony.
The venom melted his skin on contact, bubbling and searing like acid.
The demon prince swung a desperate fist to knock Will away, but Will dropped low, crouching smoothly to dodge the wild blow.
"Scorpion Sting," he hissed, springing back up like a coiled viper released from pressure.
His hand struck with lightning speed, shaped like a scorpion’s tail, smashing into the soft spot just beneath the prince’s chin.
The impact launched the massive demon upward in a helpless arc.
