Chapter 738: [Battle Start(3)]

The war began!

Not only the summoned undead but also the demons and fallen angels joined in the fun.

Blood splattered, bones scattered.

Scenes like this were happening everywhere.

However, demons vs undead… obviously, the undead is greatly inferior in terms of power and strength.

The undead fell one after the other. If they were humans or at least possess high intelligence or wisdom, they would have slowed their pace. However, the undead would not do that. While they had enough judgment to avoid a hole they were aware of, they had no ability to be scared of dying. This was because they had no orders to do so, and no intelligence to allow them to adapt to the situation. They can only obey the order to kill from their father!

Their headlong rush into the army of demons and fallen angels looked like a form of mass suicide.

Still, while the demon army was stronger and their killing efficiency is higher, they were ultimately only a delaying measure. They could inflict some damage, but they could not eliminate the undead immediately. The fallen undead rose to their feet, covered in mud, not caring up the grave wounds on their bodies.

Undead didn’t have the concept of pain and death. Even if one broke or chop off their limbs, they would still crawl and bit with their mouth! Though, if the Demons possess Holy Power, even a large army of Undead would be nothing. But this is the Demon World. Who can possess a Holy Power strong enough to counter Allen's power?

The {Night Reaper} was even more active. Unlike other summoned undead or the Special Undead such as Elemental Undead or Hell Ghouls, {Night Reaper} was a boss-like monster and he was a monster that can evolve even stronger as long as he feeds on the victims he had killed. Take the {Night Reaper} of the other world for example. In that world, {Night Reaper} is even more terrifying than the Ten Kings, and can even contend toe to toe against a King rank Superhuman.

He wasn’t known as Nightmare Assassin by the Alliance for a show!

He wasn't feared as a Nightmare by many people including the Ten Kings of the Dawn Alliance and considered an Apocalyptic Monster!

And thus, one can easily see how powerful the {Night Reaper} is.

And in this battle, the {Night Reaper} seemed to have displayed its former glory. Even against the elites of hell, wherever the {Night Reaper} went, several heads fell down like popping watermelons. The worst is that the {Night Reaper} didn’t fight head-on like a true warrior and instead, possess a terrifying timing to reap heads and assassinate from the back. It would throw a dozen undead as cannon fodder as it waited for an opportunity to strike. And every opportunity found, death follows.

Although its base strength was vastly inferior to most demons on the battlefield, its speed and skills are among the best. Only a peal of eerie laughter would be left after it disappeared to find another target. He was like a shadow assassin or a peak expert in kill stealing!

“All of you wretched ants, you dared appeared in front of me. Now, you can only curse your own fate!”

Allen muttered coldly.

Standing within the dark mist, smelling the stench of death and blood, and being bathed by the air of the demon world, even without invoking the {Demon Trigger}, Allen’s body started to transform along with his strength. The two pairs of horns appeared in his head, black tribal markings on his skin and two pairs of black dyed feathery wings on his back.

His transformation is becoming even wilder than before. And even the long sender thin tail behind her back becomes roughly two meters in length. The shackles on his wrists and ankles rang out like clinking bells as he walked through the chaotic battlefield.

His expression icy cold and full of murderous intentions.

“Master!”

Asmodeus greeted the moment she appeared beside Allen. Her expression a relief. Although Allen indeed had transformed into a devil, it seems like he was not that greatly influenced by the Seasonal change as much as before after seeing his expression. Asmodeus didn’t want Allen to be like that of before, a demonic killing machine. She liked the current warm and good-hearted master. If not, she would not have dislike Vergil and stay with him.

After sighing in relief, Asmodeus expression turned cold and her gaze narrowed. Her body turned ablaze. The goal is just around the corner… the war of fate had started!

Even if she loses her life, she must bring her master to the summit!

“Get losssst!!”

Boom!

Under the watchful eyes of the demon army, Asmodeus punch of flames directly engulfed several demons instantly.

Even the house behind them was completely burned down.

“Not bowing down in front of my master… you are deemed guilty of death, you plebeians!”

Asmodeus snorted coldly as she walked through the blazing trail her punch left behind. Her eyes scanned the battlefield and while she was covered in flames she rushed forward.

Bang!!

As the flames swept by, a hiding high-level demon was sent flying.

Turning towards the direction of Asmodeus, Allen smiled faintly. Then, suddenly his eyes narrowed. Rebellion in his hand was ignited in snow white flames. His body rotated and the large black sword on his hand; Rebellion swept towards the crowd of rushing demons.

He sneered.

A Malebranche who was extremely confident about his physical defense that cannot be breached even with a magical sword rushed towards Allen along with other Malebranche. He was confident that not even Allen would be able to penetrate his defense. However, under Allen’s slash, his whole body was immediately cut into two.

The effects from the strengthening were completely useless in front of Allen who was holding the strongest Anti-Demon weapon in the world…

In just one slash, three demons were cut to death. Seeing this, the others were horrified and immediately wanted to escape. However, he had not even run for more than 5 meters before he was whipped with a Demon Whip that was ignited in dark flames. His whole body was immediately beaten down on the ground.

The sword in his hand was like a living snake, soft and flexible and it even crackled noisily.

A demon’s head was thrown into the air.

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Chaos!

The army from both sides was engaged in a fearsome battle.

The battlefield was covered with the corpses of demons, fallen angels, and monsters alike.

The entire City was disturbed greatly, all the demons and fallen angels hurriedly run away from the area in fear. They understand full well that joining the battle was suicidal!

Furthermore, they had heard the name Demon Prince Dante—this kind of person, in the entire demon world, no one would dare go against!

This is the issue of the Imperial Court, however, most people would not dare interfere. Still, watching the entire City be turned upside down was a horror for many people. It was like a war, whether they are undead or demons, their spears glowed through the dark night with fearsome killing. The broken weapons on the ground emitted quiet metallic clangs from their movements.

A few distances away, the fallen angels fired volley after volley of arrows and magic spells towards Allen’s undead army. At the side, the fire was still raging and the heat from the fire was growing more intense with every passing moment. Asmodeus was like a demonic fire spirit as everywhere she goes, all were burned to ashes.

The Demon force didn’t know how to react upon facing against one of the Demon Princes.

At the same time, amongst the undead, a sword glowed with radiant light and released a terrifying demonic force. The sword slashed in a circle at full speed which created a terrifying pressure that killed hundreds of demons and fallen angels in an instant. It was Allen.

After that sword attack, led by the {Night Reaper}, the other undead elites who had followed their master’s trail also started to mercilessly slaughter the unguarded demons around them. It created chaos throughout the enemy army. However, they continued to follow orders and did not attach great importance to their own lives. Truly perfect cannon fodders, which only good for drowning enemy forces through numbers.

Wherever Allen goes, undead grows in number due to the fact that even those who should have died, incapacitated, torn limb to limb, or decapacitated, all stood up, crawled on the ground like malevolent monsters, joining the fray. The Demons dying was resurrected and become an allied Undead. It was never-ending!

It was truly like a zombie apocalypse!

It was a Nightmare no one ever wanted to experience in their lives!

...even the Demons!

Even still, although Asmodeus and Allen were like reapers on the battlefield, killing demons like reaping weeds--the numbers of the army didn’t even dwindle and instead was increasing even higher. Demons and Fallen Angels poured like endless termites and ants from every direction as if trying to overwhelm his force using numbers as well. It seems like all the Demon Knights of the Demon World were in the City, and perhaps, even only a small number went above the surface.

Fighting at that moment was an army of almost two hundred thousand demons while Allen’s undead army was composed of less than fifty thousand troops. The Demon Army while suffering heavy losses within the city, still held the advantage in numbers due to the fact that they are killing the undead much faster than the latter slaughtering them. However, Allen’s face remained indifferent.

When fighting the enemies in a head-on battle, numbers alone is not just the only factor to win a battle!

Who would have the bravest soldiers?

Which side possesses the best equipment and weapons?

In this aspect, in the history of humankind, Spartans are one of the armies in the mortal world that could be said to be ‘An Army even against all odds’!

They faced armies with nothing but shields and swords—even if their enemy’s numbers are double that of their own, they would never bat an eye and charge through with madness. In war… who is crazier is the one who will win!

While grinning savagely, Allen was moving through the army of enemies. Anyone who tried to block him turned into another corpse on the ground.

He wasn’t alone though—

BOOOOOOOM!!

A deafening explosion occurred then followed by two or more explosions. From around Allen, another set of undead came out, this time, all were holding modern hot weapons and even large beam cannons. They surrounded Allen like protectors as they surge through the battlefield with a rallying cry of different languages. Japanese, Americans, Nazis, Chinese, and even Filipinos with their bolos and sabers, and many more varied army forces.

In the sky, tattered and ancient-looking fighter jets, planes, and even zeros flew in the air, dropping bombs indiscriminately. Whether it was the undead or the demons, they exploded into pieces when bombs hit the ground. On the ground, there were also tank and siege weapons from different eras, all gathered together, causing an out-of-place sensation. The human undead was weaker, as with a single punch they were reduced to a pile of bones. However, the weapons they hold proved why humans cannot be underestimated.!

The battle between the Demon Army and Allen’s army of the dead was a battle of victory or death.

Retreating wasn’t an option.

"I'm coming Vergil!"

In the middle of the battlefield, Allen’s greatest sword; Rebellion was unceasingly glowing and every time it moved someone was killed, making its owner look like a reaper of death. On his shoulder, a pair of magnificent looking-slender cannons that shoot golden-like beams, and eight small orbs floating behind him, emitting intense electric sparks that could make even a powerful high-level demon numb and paralyze. Even with these modern-looking weapons of slaughter, Allen still cuts with his beloved Rebellion--one slash, one kill!

His sword was moving much faster than anyone else on the battlefield, each of its blows was not only faster but also much more powerful. The deadly magical aura it was releasing was several times heavier than that released by any Demon Elites. He looked like a death god. His beautiful blood-colored eyes were as sharp and cold as the god of death’s sword.

Around him were a sea of broken weapons and a sea of blood and corpses.

These corpses were still fresh and blood continued to pour from the bodies to create a sea of blood.

Allen forwards and with a single deadly sword and beam cannons, he killed dozens and hundreds of people in his path. However, he wasn’t excited at all. He looked at all the countless corpses covering the battlefield. His heart felt unknowingly saddened.

This was war and their lives didn’t matter much on the battlefield, but to someone, they mattered.

Demons too… they are people!

And although it's a bit hypocritical to feel like this, since he was the one slaughtering them all, still, even if they saw him as enemies, Allen regarded each of them as a person of the world!

And yet—

Their lives disappeared in this deep of the night.

A rumble spread through the atmosphere and was coming from above him. It was a crash of lightning as if the heavens were descending with their wrath. The entire crowd couldn’t help but shiver from head to toe.

Above them was now a sea of black clouds. Darkness filled the battlefield once again as the sky was covered by these clouds. And lightning bolts struck the ground as if someone was throwing spears of destruction from within the dark clouds, intending to destroy everything below it.

No matter what... since this is war, you either kill or be killed...!

Allen's eyes gleamed ominously!

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