Chapter 106: Torment (Part 2)
With a command from Jima, the entire advance regiment’s camp began to move. Facing the demonic army continuously pouring out from the fissure outside the camp, they showed no fear and welcomed the battle.
A massive number of cavalry surged out in batches, riding warhorses and demonic steeds, without any delay.
The demon dragon Mawo was burning hot, bound to a chariot, tied to a front cross, pulled by two demonic beasts.
The chariot came to a stop as if it had hit the “brakes.” The thunderous sound of hooves ceased, the giant halted its steps, the earth no longer trembled; only the warlike sounds from the demonic army pouring out of the fissure nearby remained.
Jima descended from the floating platform and landed behind the demon dragon Mawo.
“Whip,” she extended her hand.
The succubus responsible for driving the demonic chariot handed her a nine-headed whip, which had become half a creature; with a swing towards a human, the spikes on the whip could tear muscle from bone.
In the distance, the number of confused demons continued to swell. Their forces were already more than double that of the advance regiment.
Tormented by the intoxicating aroma and the gifts of the demonic breed, the demon dragon Mawo cursed:
“You will lose; the axe will chop your body into pieces, and they will rip off your horns as souvenirs! Ugh!!! Kill me! Please kill me!”
Jima swung forcefully, lashing the body of the demon dragon Mawo; she screamed, loud and high-pitched. This was her first loss of composure since her capture.
“Advance! Crush them!”
Jima commanded.
The chariot, the Blood God war altar, and the bellowing Blood God Minotaurs formed a torrent, charging toward the enemy’s weakest point.
The demonic steeds accelerated with full might, pulling the demon dragon Mawo and the chariot into the sea of enemies ahead.
In front, many demonic warriors and raiders formed a heavy formation, mixed with three-meter-tall monstrosities and terrifying creatures lacking armor, coordinating in accordance with the demons’ common tactics.
But they were unsteady on their feet.
A wave of demonic riders on black steeds approached, armed with throwing spears, rushing forward to disrupt the decisively attacking army.
Groups of demonic raiders surged forth, throwing a rain of spears at the chariot where Jima was, rotating back to hide.
The javelins, hurled with arms strengthened from rigorous training, whistled through the air, embedding themselves in the chariot and sparking.
Jima stood behind the two-meter-tall demon dragon Mawo. Continuous javelins struck Mawo, bouncing off, only for new ones to follow; she shouted, her voice indistinguishable between pain and joy. Black dragon blood streamed down her long legs, dropping into the dust beneath the chariot.
The white mist of agonizing power emanating from her coalesced into Jima’s heart.
“What a good shield,” Jima remarked. “Soon you will see pain as pleasure… Advance! Advance! Move forward for me!”
The momentum of the attack did not slow down due to the disruptions.
The Hell Skinner led the charge, piercing through the heavily armored demonic infantry, sending sparks flying. Following that, the Blood God war altar, the chariot, and the Blood God Minotaurs crashed in.
As Jima pursued enemies around her, she commanded the Doom Knights, who, riding on the howling floating platforms, launched a ruthless attack from behind the demonic infantry formation.
In an instant, the demonic warriors crumbled like crushed beetles, fleeing in all directions toward their allies.
Jima did not pursue; she was extremely exhilarated, leading the chariot bound with the demon dragon Mawo, maneuvering this mobile unit endlessly. She also wielded her magic wand, directing the entire regiment; it was truly incredible. No matter how chaotic the battlefield, she could discern the order at a glance, not only dealing with the enemies trying to raid the chariot but also occasionally whipping the demon dragon Mawo.
Her body bore distinct red lash marks.
Once again, the chariot crushed toward the enemy infantry.
“Yes! Yes, the king’s mount!”
“They are actually using her as a shield.”
“What do we do?”
Jima waved her magic wand like a conductor, unleashing a symphony of destruction; this infantry formation was once again obliterated underfoot.
The Radiant Squadron was mostly composed of cavalry, who, under Jima’s command, weaved back and forth, gradually annihilating the enemy riders right under their noses.
Afterward, their vigor had waned. Jima decisively retreated, leaving behind many corpses, making a graceful exit. As the enemy pursued, Jima continually pulled and redirected their forces, like a hungry wolf leading the cavalry in circles around the enemy, striking occasionally, eating them up with superior numbers.
The war continued into the fourth day, with periods of rest and resumption, proving extremely exhausting.
The entire charred plain was drenched in blood, while the demonic enemies cried out in panic as if they had stepped on a goblin’s toes.
Roaring demonic war hounds pounced from horseback, tearing at the fleeing enemies. The demonic cavalry in the back laughed, relishing the slaughter of their own kind.
The advance regiment had defeated enemies by multiples, with corpses strewn everywhere; for the members of the advance regiment, it was as if the ground were covered in gold, even though their own losses were over half.
The demon dragon Mawo lay bound on the swaying Hell Skinner chariot, unmoving, as if dead, her body covered in blood.
“What a diligent shield,” Jima marveled and forcefully pulled out a spear from her body, awakening the demon dragon Mawo, who slowly lifted her face.
“I do not understand; my army had taken shape, yet the Eternal God Chosen actually dispatched soldiers through the fissure to try to encircle me?” Jima laughed. “Darling, are you ready to accept the next wave of trials after our little ‘fun’ tonight?”
“Why? Will you be the one to win?”
Jima replied, “Because I am better at fighting than that kid on the other side; it’s just that simple.”
That night.
The demon dragon Mawo had a relatively decent resting period, even if it was as Jima’s toy; her treatment was lighter than expected.
But when she opened her eyes, she saw a heavy drilling machine before her.
The power source consisted of four monstrosities with a stick inserted into their malformed bodies, with a bloody meat leg hanging in front of them, enticing them to push the grinding wheel forward.
The demon dragon Mawo once again tried to break free from her bonds: “What are you going to do?”
“I’m just going to open a hole in your head,” Jima said, holding a branch axe spear, which was blessed in some way, surrounded by crackling lightning. “Let me explain briefly; I need to make some modifications to your nerves and inject a bit of command magic. Yesterday, you saw that I need a dragon that can fly and spit fire.”
The pink demons scuttled about, working hard, using magic to operate the drill, bringing its rapidly spinning head closer to the demon dragon Mawo’s head, causing her skull to tremble with the noise.
A hopeless pleasure surged within her; if only she could drill a hole in her skull and mash her brain, that experience would surely be thrilling.
“I will not be your mount; only the King of Kings, the Eternal God Chosen Marus, deserves to ride on my back, and that is reserved for him.”
“Oh, darling,” Jima laughed. “Yesterday, I rode you around the entire camp.”
“There is no such thing as the entire camp.”
“Seems like your mind is still functioning well.”
“My master has already promised to use the three-headed dragon to refine me; why won’t you agree?”
“The three-headed ones are nowhere near as imposing as the bigger ones; I still have to tame them one by one, how tedious.” Jima approached her: “That day, the king’s favorite is what I will tread upon. Everything he has, I will snatch.”
As she spoke, fury ignited in her eyes, and her smile faded: “More importantly, you will become my weapon to kill him.”
“No, absolutely not!”
The grinding noise of the drill approached.
Jima patted her crown: “Take good care of your head, and don’t worry; you won’t die. By the way, I’ll also write a letter to the Eternal God Chosen Marus, thanking him for gifting me generously.”
The drill neared her crown, and the hissing sound had transformed into vibrations preparing to pierce her skull.
