Chapter 419: Chapter 433: Reinforcements Have Arrived
The silver specks in the sky rapidly grew brighter, becoming so dazzling within moments that they were impossible to look at directly. Then, where each speck had been, there appeared a muscular man with bronze skin and bare upper body, wings sprouting from his back—these were the Radiant Cloud Angels from Aira, numbering in the hundreds.
“Reinforcements! The reinforcements are here!”
“God, those are the Royal Guards! They’ve actually come!”
“Praise Queen Movir!”
“I knew that Succubus Paladin was reliable!”
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Cheers erupted from the crowd, and the reinforcements from the Court of Stars immediately joined the battle. They dove into the densest clusters of Demons like shooting stars burning with Golden Flames, wielding their iconic giant spiked flails, scattering the hordes in all directions.
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Apart from the Radiant Cloud Angels, another distinctive type of female Aira flew through the sky. They resembled beautiful and elegant Elven nobility, but a closer look revealed milky white light emanating from their eyes and a rainbow halo surrounding them. They wielded greatswords that seemed too large for their frames, circling above the Demon army like mythical Valkyries, beheading a Demon with each dive.
Lancelot could be considered an experienced Commander by now, but he had never encountered airborne soldiers in his previous battles. This three-dimensional, in-depth assault opened his eyes completely, overturning all the traditional battle strategies he had in mind.
Under the simultaneous surprise attacks from the Royal Guards from every direction, the vast Demon Legion was immediately thrown into chaos. Some Demons roared, wanting to continue the fight, while others tried to flee. Those attempting to escape didn’t hesitate to attack their comrades blocking their path, and those wanting to fight tried to coerce their kin into staying, causing even more disarray and effectively crippling what was left of their fighting force.
The Demons were not without junior officers, indeed, thanks to the training from their former Commander Ulgog, a Demon, they had developed a fairly structured command system. However, they were Demons, after all, managing well enough when things went smoothly, but under their current dire circumstances, these low-level officers could not reestablish order.
The cohesion of Demon armies had always relied on the promises of violence and the threats of death, meaning a supremely powerful entity was necessary at the top of the power pyramid to maintain order. For Androlina’s Demons, this summit was occupied by the Mother of Demons, Cang Ye. If she could make an appearance now, perhaps her army might have a chance to reorganize.
But that was impossible, as the Mother of Demons was also busy at the moment.
High in the sky, a somewhat hoarse female voice echoed across the area:
“Hahaha! Finier, it looks like you could use some help!”
Lancelot looked up, seeing a streak of golden light swiftly approaching the two figures locked in fierce battle. With his excellent vision, Lancelot saw that the light harbored a short but muscular Aira woman with brownish skin and exceptionally developed muscles. Her silver hair was tied neatly into a ponytail behind her head, and she held a translucent Scimitar in each hand, flickering with multicolored light.
“Gwenhwyfar! It’s the Fury of the Whirlwind, Gwenhwyfar!”
“Both of the Queen’s consorts have arrived! We are certain to win!”
“Kill the Mother of Demons! Don’t let her escape!”
Cheers erupted from the crowd. Lancelot realized that the short Aira woman was none other than Gwenhwyfar, another consort of the Queen of Stars, and rumors even suggested that she was the Queen’s biological daughter—a comment on which Lancelot held no opinion.
Contrary to her small stature, Gwenhwyfar’s fighting style was wildly ferocious. She abruptly plunged into the ongoing battle between the two and effortlessly took control from Finier, her dual swords slashing at the insubstantial figure of the Mother of Demons like a torrential downpour.
Cang Ye repeated her vanishing act, but Gwenhwyfar instantly switched her slashing direction towards an apparently empty space and, as her blades fell, Cang Ye’s elusive figure materialized exactly there.
The floating draperies on the Mother of Demons suddenly rose up autonomously, like venomous snakes being stepped on, and managed to block the Aira berserker’s dual swords in the nick of time. After blocking the swords, the draperies became even more ethereal as if completely depleted of strength and seemingly unable to function again anytime soon.
Cang Ye still wouldn’t give up; her figure immediately vanished again, reappearing at an extremely tricky angle right under the feet of the Aira female berserker. But Gwenhwyfar, as if endowed with the power of prophecy, again swung her swords ahead of time, this strike landing directly on Cang Ye’s shoulders.
The Mother of Demons let out a painful scream, almost soul-rending in its intensity. Even from such a distance, it caused agonizing pain to the soldiers on the city walls, with some immediately collapsing unconscious.
The small bamboo slip in Lancelot’s divine sense burst forth with a bluish light, blocking all negative energies contained in the sonic waves outside of his Sea of Consciousness, allowing him to see more details of the Mother of Demons getting struck. Large amounts of foul black mist sprayed from the wounds on Cang Ye’s shoulders, pushing her rapidly away from the fierce Aira berserker like a deflating balloon, and her previously elusive figure became much more ‘real.’
The shroud tightly enfolding the body of the Abyssal Lord developed two tiny gaps, and the first thing Cang Ye did after stabilizing herself was to cover these gaps once again. But in that brief moment, Lancelot glimpsed the true state of the soft, seemingly alluring female body concealed beneath the draperies of the Mother of Demons.
Words could hardly describe the body of the Mother of Demons; Kalalin might choose flouncy words to describe it as a body condensed from pure evil and chaos, but to Lancelot, it seemed more like a fly-infested outhouse in the height of summer or a long-ill patient’s festering, maggot-filled wound. Just a glance made him feel as if his sanity was leaking out like water from a punctured bag, and had the Mother of Demons not covered herself, he might have actually gone mad.
However, Gwenhwyfar wasn’t the only one clashing with the Mother of Demons in midair. Finier, unlike his… competitor? Colleague? Lancelot wasn’t sure what to call their relationship… though he lacked the supernatural reflexes of the female berserker, his speed was no slower. After the Mother of Demons lingered slightly longer in one spot, he was already there swinging his Photon Longsword, thrusting it towards the chest of the Abyssal Lord.