Chapter 122: The Autumn of Adolf (9)
The command from Jima was issued, relayed through her magical power to her vanguard. The bull-rider from the demon race, who had just gotten into the killing spree, was sharpening his blood-stained axe, savoring the taste of the massacre. If it weren’t for the formidable reputation and strictness of the demon king Jima, it would have been impossible to pull them away from their killing fest.
The shadows of the giant beasts were drawing closer, the ground shook, and the horizon was tinted with the blood-red hues of the setting sun, stretching the shadows of the giant beasts and enveloping everyone, as if standing at the foot of a mountain, watching its peak crumble.
“The king commands! In narrow slits, the brave prevail! Charge! Charge towards the demon king Jima! Charge towards the giants! Charge towards the strongest enemy!”
Almost everyone had their bloodlust ignited, flames roaring in their hearts.
Weapons raised high, the soldiers who believed in the Blood God shouted in excitement: “Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”
In their emotional outburst, they even forgot about the blood sacrifice to the Blood God and the offering of skulls.
The vanguard launched a charge reminiscent of a tsunami, iron hooves shaking the earth, stones kicked up higher, charging directly into the midst of the giant beasts.
“Completely contrary to my battle tactics,” Jima thought. The mobile troops should utilize bayonets instead of being cannon fodder, crashing straight into the giant beasts. But they were high-quality cannon fodder, meant to hold the enemy back.
The demon dragon Mawo carried her, flying alongside the many doomsday knights towards the walls of Adolf, just as they were about to leap over a breach in the wall.
“Stop!” Jima shouted. “Slaves, burn down the people below in that breach.”
One by one, the people of the doomsday army, hoping to rush into Adolf and fight alongside the eternally chosen, surged into the breach that had lost its iron, crammed together as if competing for space like a crowded train station.
Mawo did not hesitate; she raised her head, took a deep breath, and exhaled a jet of flame downward, illuminating the area in front of Jima. It was a terrifying display of dragon fire, obscuring much of the region below, as if the whole world had become a sea of flames.
“Roar!”
The long dragon breath exploded beneath, creating a fireball that left many burning embers scattered as people fled. The ground ignited, becoming an earthly purgatory.
Jima nodded in satisfaction, testing the obedience of the demon dragon Mawo. It was very smooth, with no hint of resistance. It seemed that her series of methods to wear down Mawo’s will to resist had not led her to realize that everything before her was an illusion.
In the world of the demon dragon, perhaps she still believed that she was fighting alongside her king, or perhaps she thought she was wearing a pure white wedding dress, entering into a contract with the eternally chosen, a team of overconfident weak human soldiers simply there to provide meat for the slaughter, granting Mawo the chance to kill and celebrate.
In her happiest moment, abruptly revealing the illusion, she would realize that the enemy before her was none other than her beloved king.
Thinking of this, Jima’s heart trembled with excitement, filled with anticipation.
“Forward, my dear.”
Jima said tenderly: “Soon, soon, we will…”
Below her, the dragon head spoke:
“Together forever?”
It seemed the illusion system was working well.
“Yes, that’s right, as long as we kill him.” Jima stroked the white metal rod that pierced her skull, “We will be together forever, I promise, I wouldn’t deceive you.”
To die together is to be together forever.
The demon dragon Mawo flapped her wings more powerfully, carrying Jima, along with the complex system made up of wires and metal poles, tightly pressed against her flesh and bones, flying at the fastest speed toward the Sigma Church.
Below, the burning houses and alleys kept slipping away rapidly. Under the smoke and fire, a few soldiers of the doomsday army could be seen vaguely, swinging bloody axes, severing the heads of living people.
What time is it now? They are still decapitating people as if they were in control. Discipline is indeed not as good as my vanguard, after all, Jima and my people teamed up, turning to ashes.
At that moment, the branch axe handle in Jima’s hand shuddered, the long-silent big mouth cracked open, producing a voice, hoarse and desperate:
“Kill! Kill! Kill! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering!”
Jima was caught off guard. Since Jima teamed up with her people to teach it, the wisdom of silence is golden, it was fundamentally a diligent and good student, certainly learning it well, at least it had been learned by mouth. Up until just then, it had not said a word.
“What’s all the noise about?”
Jima slapped it.
An even more fervent voice erupted:
“Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering!”
Just try me, and I’ll show you.
The branch axe handle extended its long tongue, waving in the air, shouting:
“Hurry! Stab hard! Chop hard! I want a skull throne! I want a skull throne!”
Jima’s face darkened, pointing to the pile of demon army corpses accumulating by the riverside, where dismembered bodies were spewing forth, particularly conspicuous due to their enormous size: “Look at the green food over there.”
“Ah!” The branch axe handle opened its mouth, letting out a retching sound before immediately shutting tight, adhering to silence.
In the sky above Adolf, the airborne doomsday army had now split into a team, swooping towards this flying army. Numerous, but of low quality, a large group of four-colored furious demons, their bodies resembling winged goblins, amongst them were several demonized scorpions, with demon warrior riders on top.
Without hesitation, Jima took the lead among dragons, leaning on her branch axe gun with one hand, with the other pointing at the enemy in front and cursing:
“Those who dare oppose me will meet their downfall!”
At that moment, a scene of future projection suddenly flashed before Jima’s glassy eyes. It depicted an aerial attack from a mutated beast, a scorpion-tailed wolf, tearing humans apart with its claws and scorpion tail.
Leading the pack was a demon lord with wings and a tail resembling two long jade serpents, looking somewhat familiar. But Jima couldn’t react in that split second to figure out who it was. She instinctively shouted: “Enemy attack! Enemy in the sky!”
Because she saw that the ones being attacked in the remnants were them.
Almost immediately, the demon creatures beside her all cowered down, using their most revered king as their belief to protect themselves. The pale knights grabbed their shields and squatted down, blocking their heads, trying to peek out.
Above them, a leaden-gray cloud had inexplicably appeared, the dying light of the sun casting a bloody glow upon it.
From within the dark cloud, a horde of demonic entities surged forth, faster than arrows.
Leading the charge was the prince of lust demons, clad in a frost-like robe softer than clouds, his skin pale and cold like porcelain. His legs were the most beautiful in the eyes of the deer, with two white serpent tails emerging from behind him, as he opened his serpent mouth to flick out his tongue.
And in the hands of this being stood the most beautiful face under our discerning literary aesthetics, with black eyes, tearful and innocent, resembling that of a child.
Jima suddenly remembered who he was. A legendary demon well-known for being under the command of the prince of lust, once a mortal, extremely strong in the Sigma era, someone she had previously lost to, now one of her former subordinates.
After all, to love fighting, one must have true skills and an army; even if one is a strong fighter, it counts for nothing when alone.
Come! Let’s get closer! Good sisters!
Before the dual serpent-tailed demon prince could finish his sentence, he unleashed a sword energy that was undetectable by the naked eye, slashing towards Jima. With a blade in hand, the serpent struck like a storm towards Jima.
“Roar!”
Jima’s left eye burned; fury coursed through her, her body filled with raw strength, she spread her wings from atop the dragon’s head, charging towards the dual serpent-tailed demon prince.
The magical barrier shattered instantly.
In seconds, both sides engaged in aerial combat; Jima couldn’t withstand it, and as she retreated, the dual serpent-tailed demon prince seized the moment to close in on Jima.
Jima’s air force was in fierce battle with a massive number of furious demons and was struggling with the attacks coming from above, making it difficult to assist Jima.
The dual serpent-tailed demon prince laughed: “Sister, your technique is not bad, but even if you are the chosen of the Blood God, your essence is still that of a succubus.”
Before he could finish his sentence, the dual serpent-tailed demon prince broke free from the effects of Jima’s slow curse, crossing a distance of several dozen meters, and struck at Jima with bladed hands.
“Marma! Spit it out!”
As Jima shouted, behind her, Mawo opened her mouth, spitting out a fine stream of dragon breath. Jima had been prepared; she spun her body to let the external dragon breath pass and transformed the branch into a blood-red gun.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Bullets trembled out, while the dragon breath expanded into a cone shape, covering the dual serpent-tailed demon prince.
“Aaahhh!”
The dual serpent-tailed demon prince screamed.
Jima landed on Mawo, observing the dual serpent-tailed demon prince blazing with flames, engulfed in black smoke, angrily accusing Jima:
“You truly are the most brutal and violent sister! You do not deserve to possess the blood of lust.”
How did he know that my body hatched from a lust egg?
At that moment, she felt a sharp pain in her calf, and when she lifted her foot, she found two holes bitten into her black tights. What kind of matter is this? She was actually bitten by his poisonous tail. The dual serpent-tailed demon was using magic to change into a shoulder-baring gown; his tail was weaving, and the venomous fangs bore a trace of Jima’s blood.
A sharp and toxic curse, like a bee sting, pierced her back, while the toxin in her ankle flared. Jima was flung off the back of the undulating Mawo, hurtling downward with great speed.
“My King!” Mawo cried out, quickly turning to pounce towards Jima, but she appeared heavy and slow at this moment.
This was not the normal speed of falling; as Jima opened her eyes, she beheld a lust demon standing amidst burning skies, dragging its rear like a bee’s abdomen.
On the tip of her fingers lay Jima’s blood, given by the dual serpent-tailed demon prince moments ago. With a sweet smile, she said, “Good sister, come to me.”
Jima discerned the blood curse and rapidly recited the counter-curse, the blood on the lust demon’s fingertip evaporating.
The dual serpent-tailed demon prince rushed in; he passed by Mawo, greeting her: “Hello, I’ll rescue you in a bit.”
Clearly, the holy chosen had ordered priority to save Mawo, but compared to the chance to kill Jima, it wasn’t worth mentioning.
Just before falling into the embrace of the lust demon, Jima finally used her blood acting as a curse medium for a skyward sacrifice, flapping her wings to change direction, her back landing on a street strewn with corpses, sliding for over ten meters.
She stood up, thinking to call for assistance in battle. After all, direct combat was ultimately the forte of succubi.
The dual serpent-tailed demon prince and the lust demon surrounded Jima, one in front and one behind.
The lust demon chuckled: “Sister, surrender. Your brave lover can’t come to fight since he’s held up.”
“Let me drive you mad with jealousy; who told the lust to treat you like a daughter?”
Conversing in response, the succubus prince said: “In direct combat, you have no hope; Mawo won’t make it in time.”
“Who is coming?” Jima asked.
“I fear you might go rescue the dragon.”
The demon prince and the great demon, filled with anticipation, looked at Jima, curious about who she might summon.
The next moment, their expressions changed, and they exclaimed in unison: “Osaun Guardian?”
