Chapter 29: The Mantis Catches the Cicada, While the Yellow Bird is Behind (Part 2)
Pioneer City, evening.
The siege battle begins.
From the city walls, wailing sounds occasionally emerge as the oil-coated muscle-bound cultists, armed with shields and carrying ladders, fervently attack the city walls amidst the fragrance of pink incense.
Pioneer City lacks manpower; the stone crossbows repeatedly hurl rubble over the walls.
Almost all the defenders are engaged in battle, forming a firefighting team composed of extraordinary beings, rushing around to put out the fires.
The situation is barely holding steady.
However, the enemy’s attack is merely “harassment.”
The color cult demon army, relying on its numerical superiority, sends in cultists to attack; cultists are just a general term for non-demonic fighters within the color cult, most of whom are mere cannon fodder.
Almost all of the color demons, aside from some low-level infantry like color sirens participating in the attack, are on high alert, coldly watching the fierce siege battle unfold without moving.
And merely the harassment has already made the manpower-limited Pioneer City teetering on the brink.
The color cult’s siege towers, draped in luxurious silk and painted with abstract images, slowly approach the walls of Pioneer City.
The city has been filled to capacity.
Before being besieged, the defenders originally had several days of window to dig through to the city; however, those days descended into disorder, and the recently rescued defenders did not trust Jima, who also did not care about these mortals’ lives.
Thus, the color cult’s siege towers are able to reach the base of the walls without obstruction, lowering their hooked planks to firmly latch onto the walls. Hundreds and thousands of color cultists will then surge up the walls from the siege towers.
In response, the defenders of Pioneer City have no way to counter. They could possibly raise the walls temporarily, but look, there’s a large group of cultists carrying ladders attacking the city.
The sky grows darker.
Jima sits in her chair in the watchtower of Pioneer City, observing the formation of the color cult demon army outside the city.
Pioneer City is indeed a vital fortress of the Empire, with three layers of walls; the surrounding woods have all been cut down, and every rock and hill that could serve as cover has been leveled. The constructed watchtower allows the commander to freely survey the enemy formations outside the city.
George asks, “Are there any weaknesses?”
“Plenty,” Jima replies. “The cavalry is all clustered together, flanked by a large number of demons, and with a camp behind, there’s a lack of maneuvering space. The enraged spirits are almost all airborne, and I don’t know what they’re doing. The Eternal Dancer should have dispatched all her aerial units to attack the stone crossbows inside Pioneer City; if that were the case, the city walls would have fallen long ago.”
“Sounds hopeful?”
“Oh, if I had a large battalion of bloodthirsty cavalry and a pack of hunt dogs that get excited at the smell of blood,” Jima says. “I’m confident I could defeat this bunch of perverts, but I don’t.”
George responds, “So what you mean is that we can hardly defeat the enemy?”
“Of course. In the face of absolute power disparity, even the best general can only stand by helplessly,” Jima states. “Even if the Eternal Dancer were a fool, she wouldn’t lose this war. Have you come up with a battle plan yet?”
At this point, it’s down to a small team operation.
Jima does not have much confidence in this; she is joking, after all, there are about fifteen thousand cult demons outside.
However, to enlist George’s help in supporting her to become the demon lord and escape the title of the lonely demon king is her idea, so Jima decides not to give an objective assessment of this battle.
She prefers to slip away, find a small demon race warband, start fighting, take it step by step, catch small fish, and gradually grow stronger.
“We have a plan,” George says. “We intend to launch a night attack under your cover.”
“Can you tell me what this timing means?”
“According to Imperial law, after ten o’clock, it’s illegal for non-combatants to gather outside the city,” George replies. “As the commander of Pioneer City and the night watchman, I plan to act according to the law.”
That sounds great.
Jima looks at Eve Frostleaf:
“Frostleaf, aren’t you going to say anything?”
Frostleaf, holding her silver bow, recalls Jima’s memories of her posture while drawing a bow and shaking her head without speaking.
She wears a soft hooded cloak that seems woven from green and yellow leaves, with pure silver threads visible at the hem.
Jima feels both lust and envy for Frostleaf. Despite being born in the elite high elf court of the Ten Eggs, with extremely political parents, she nevertheless has a pile of splendid clothes stuffed in an interdimensional pocket, each enchanted, pure as the driven snow, never tainted by filth.
The sky deepens, and the moon rises.
The sounds of battle continue unabated.
One section of the wall has fallen, but it has been reclaimed.
A suicide squad opens the city gates, launching a charge with nothing left to lose.
The city gates close tightly behind them, stones drop down and block the gate, making it impossible to open again.
The color demons, eagerly watching the spectacle, rush in to slaughter and toy with this group of suicide squad members.
The fearsome color beast riders charge forth, gracefully tearing apart their armor.
The demon horde inundates the suicide squad like a tide, but soon, the remaining resistors reappear like rocks after the tide.
The military flags fall and are raised again, teetering until the last Imperial soldier tightly clings to the tilted flagpole, blood flowing down the flagpole.
This group of mortals can only risk their lives to cover for the extraordinary forces attacking the enemy camp.
“Jima, the flag has fallen.”
“Dear, thank you for the reminder,” Jima replies.
The three of them, using Jima’s “Serene Secret Barrier,” have already stealthily approached the military camp. As for Arcanis, he has mysteriously disappeared again; he always prefers to act alone.
Behind them is a chaotic mass of color cult demons. A color beast sniffs about, passing just two meters from Eve and Frostleaf.
Within the color cult’s military camp, pink flames flicker everywhere, driving away the darkness. Laughter and singing mix with the fragrant scent, emanating from a ball being held inside.
Jima likes military camps.
Typically, a military camp signifies unguardedness, a small area of operation, and susceptibility to chaos. In short, it is an ideal venue for underdog success against their stronger foes.
Unfortunately, security in this military camp is tight, with detection spells glowing everywhere; it is certain that Jima’s movement of the “Serene Secret Barrier” would be discovered.
Jima pulls out a crystal ball and says, “I can only try to divine the enemy’s position, or we could gamble?”
The Eternal Dancer is very cautious and respects the power of the extraordinary beings on the side of Pioneer City, never sleeping in the same place overnight, and during the day, there must always be a large group of singing and dancing guards surrounding her.
George replies, “Divination? We can’t afford to gamble.”
Time is their enemy; the longer they delay, the more demons will converge, pressing them back or even killing them.
“Fine.”
Jima begins her divination; the crystal ball lights up as she channels the image of the Eternal Dancer into it with her will.
She breaks through the layers of barriers around the Eternal Dancer and captures her location.
Within the crystal ball, the Eternal Dancer stirs, turning the double masks in her hands, her expression filled with fury.
“I found it!”
Before Jima finishes her sentence, a roar erupts from the center of the military camp.
The “Serene Secret Barrier” shatters, and the three of them suddenly become visible. The grotesque color beast, repulsive in appearance, stands upright, sticking out its tongue towards them like a snake.
Without a word, Jima smashes the crystal ball against its elongated head.
“Get ready to leap! Indicate the direction!” George shouts.
Jima spreads her wings, hugging Eve Frostleaf at the waist, and with a flap of her wings, lifts the lightweight Frostleaf into the air.
Nearby, familiar light pollution glimmers—George extends his light wings again.
It’s like holding up a sign and shouting, “Come attack me!”
However, George, who is skilled in small team combat, has already anticipated this.
Eve Frostleaf draws her bow, nocking ten arrows, and shoots them around, the arrows aflame, falling upon the surrounding military camp and exploding into bright fireballs, flames rampaging and tearing the tents apart, startling the dancing color cult demons.
As long as there are flames everywhere, the gleaming light wings shall not be so conspicuous.
Jima points her light staff towards the location of the Eternal Dancer, a beam of red light landing on the tent.
“Over there!”
The three quickly cross multiple tents and the enemy forces, leaping hundreds of meters, arriving right in front of the Eternal Dancer.
Although they had anticipated it, the Eternal Dancer did not expect the night raid from Jima and her group to be this powerful and swift.
She dances her way out from the tent, a swarm of her elite soldiers surging around her. Compared to mortals, each of them possesses remarkable combat prowess, champions, chosen ones, and so forth.
But before George, they fall like felled trees, each collapsing. Body parts fly, and long tongues lash out.
“Dance!”
The Eternal Dancer screams.
Jima and Frostleaf take to the dance, while George remains unaffected, transforming into a beam of light, approaching the Eternal Dancer.
Jima extends her neck to watch. Unfortunately, the Eternal Dancer does not fall.
She leaps up, her movements graceful, six breast rings swaying with the rhythm, even her wounds appear beautiful.
George attempts to chase, but two meat shields rush towards him.
More and more meat shields.
The tents are flattened, and the cavalry riding color beasts rush in. The sky is filled with enraged spirits flapping their wings.
It’s time to escape.
Jima thinks to herself.
But George does not give the order to flee; instead, he drops salt and thorn seeds, the thorns spreading over fifty meters, injuring and poisoning all enemies within range, then tossing them up, creating a momentary opening.
This is the signal to give it their all.
Jima claps her hands, summoning the Beast of the Void and charging towards the Eternal Dancer with all her strength.
For that, she stops for a moment, taking a scratch, blood flowing.
George is not faring any better; he gives it his all, the enraged spirits grabbing at his legs, clawing, biting, and tearing, but he still manages to stab the Eternal Dancer with his sword. She screams, pulling herself away from the burning holy sword that glows white hot.
She does not die; only the golden false face in her hand shatters, and the curse power emanating from it sweeps over everything, drawing everyone into her dance drama, compelling them to dance.
Even George is not exempt, as he tap dances, appearing like an enraged black bear.
Jima just dodges the enraged spirits’ onslaught with her substitution magic, and can’t help but laugh.
But her smile soon disappears.
George can’t dance while flying.
In this deadly dance drama, the Eternal Dancer, being more experienced and having more numbers, maneuvers skillfully. The three-meter tall monstrosities awkwardly leap, using their tentacles to pull George from the air, shielding him with their grotesque and heavy bodies.
The Eternal Dancer elegantly leaps, her legs adorned in pink straps, pressing against George’s head. He tilts and falls backward, increasing the distance between them.
The dancers converge from all sides, overwhelming George. Curses, spells, and divine arts surge forth. Claw-like weapons and scythes rise and fall, all sharp and bloody.
Heaven, something must be done!
Jima, feeling anxious, can’t help but open her mouth, instinctively wanting to sing.
So she sings.
The Eternal Dancer is humbly bowing, wearing a smile.
Jima strains her voice, belting out a high-pitched note. A group of color sirens squirm upon hearing it, instantly vomiting.
The Eternal Dancer, upon hearing the song, suddenly freezes as the color curse falters for an instant. She raises her head in fury and bellows, “You are desecrating music!”
Taking advantage of the moment of the curse failing, George transforms into light, appearing before the Eternal Dancer, half of him covered in blood, the armor riddled with holes.
Jima’s heart aches, and she pushes her voice higher again.
George and the Eternal Dancer simultaneously exclaim:
“Shut up!”
In that moment of silence, George cleaves the last meat shield standing before her with a powerful strike, hitting the Eternal Dancer. Her scythe-like appendages lose an entire shoulder, but her movements are quick; she kicks off with her other foot, distancing herself from George.
“I—”
A swift arrow flies, turning like a cruise missile, hitting the side of the Eternal Dancer, exploding into a floral burst of ice, freezing her before shattering.
The one who shot this death arrow, Eve Frostleaf, is then overwhelmed by the throng of enraged spirits.
But George reacts quickly, withdrawing the holy sword like a beam of light, piercing through the color-marked chest of the Eternal Dancer and pinning her to the ground.
“I… the Eternal Dancer wants to cover her pained face with her bloodied false face.
But Jima sees her head and can’t help but rush at her, utilizing all powers of white pain to assault the Eternal Dancer like an eagle swooping down, the shattered crown pieces glittering between their horns.
To behead her and declare what defiance against Jima, this demon king, would mean.
Railings? Where did they come from?
Blue railings appear out of nowhere, surrounding Jima.
Instinctively, she wants to expend her magic to use “Substitute Doll,” but the moment that thought arises, it is immediately countered, the gathered magic dissipating.
Before she can react, a ball of pure magical flames violently roasts her, followed by a beam of blue rainbow light dazzling over her body.
Jima, engulfed in the flames, finally uses “Substitute Doll,” her smoky figure appearing a dozen meters away, crashing to the ground, with singed wings, reduced to blackened bones.
However, in her blurred vision, she spots a comforting white light and heads toward it.
She crashes to the ground, dirt splattering over the crown fragments.
One rider atop a color beast attempts to assassinate the king with a lance.
Jima’s golden eyes widen as a figure collides with the color beast—it’s George, colliding with considerable force. Jima hears the sound of bones shattering.
Please don’t let it be his bones.
Jima tries to mobilize her body that is burned and impacted by the collision.
The night sky lights up with numerous blue oil lamps.
The fully-armored doomsday knights, shrouding a blue-feathered demon lord, gather closely around her.
His eagle eyes mock her as his feathered wings flutter, beak agape, saying, “Demon King?”
Jima also spots the God of Fire, floating in the air, limbs and head resembling a shark’s jaws, able to spew forth the purest fire magic, sufficient to burn her and George to death.
In Jima’s mind, not yet overtaken by pain, an instinct arises that her journey may end today.
It can’t be defeated!
The shape-shifting demon lord excels in illusions and schemes; since he has revealed himself, it indicates he has a hundred percent certainty of capturing her.
So many doomsday knights, so many floating platforms, and a god of fire. They occupy the sky, and she is heavily wounded, not knowing if George has retrieved his holy sword.
Jima quickly thinks, recalling her past. Despair sets in.
He definitely doesn’t have time to get back the holy sword.
Does George need to create a miracle?
Yet she hopes that the shape-shifting demon lord is suddenly struck with a cognitive drop and eats his way through in a frenzy?
A punch would take him down?
As the hordes prepare to bite her.
“You are mine.”
The shape-shifting demon lord twirls a magic artifact hanging in front of him, blue runes flowing around him, suspended in midair.
The God of Fire is also concentrating, preparing to unleash flames.
The wild color cultist and Namara start to brawl, shouting one word: “Scatter!”
Namara thinks, a pitch-black spike piercing through her arm, a reflection of the shape-shifting demon lord’s false eye, which seems to have a life of its own, calling out to Namara.
The shape-shifting demon lord’s false eye seems oddly familiar.
“Together, synchronize”
Namara immediately links up with the glass orb in its eye,
How is it so familiar?
What medium could be stronger than the shape-shifting demon lord’s glass orb?
Namara shouts, “Stop!”
George immediately halts,
She gazes at the shape-shifting demon lord, unwavering, through the glass orb, preparing to express her own pain, ready to relive the most painful past,
to share it with the entity before her.
It hurts; Jima almost gasps and cries, almost.
For when the shape-shifting demon lord flows through the glass orb, she can feel his agony and understands why the cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such great pain upon himself,
only to fulfill the plan of the king.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can feel the shape-shifting demon lord crafting magic power from her body, wondering why this cunning shape-shifting demon lord would inflict such immense pain upon himself,
only because it accomplishes the king’s plan.
“AHHHHH!”
The shape-shifting demon lord suddenly sneezes, blue runes shattering around him.
His implanted glass bead eyes turn dark, and without hesitation, he uses his claws to throw the glass beads down to the ground.
His anger rises as he murmurs, “Everything is going according to plan.”
The God of Fire’s magic flames thunder in, automatically tracking.
George quickly retreats to Jima,
as she begins her incantation. She can
