Chapter 149: Aftermath (1)

Styx's avatar had fallen unconscious and even his dungeon core was operating at low efficiency. This caused his monsters to become slower as they relied on him, whilst other functions in his core became limited.

The battle with the demons rapidly came to a conclusion though.

The Fifth Step balefire daemon had been their ultimate plan, or a Hail Mary so to speak.

The demons didn't scout ahead of their army to gather intelligence, they were simply like a train charging forward. Whilst the high rank demons may be more cunning than the mindless lower tier demon races, this was how they did war.

Victors feasted upon blood and flesh, losers died and had their power devoured.

With Dragon no longer occupied by the devil, he returned to the battlefield and the demons became the target of his wrath. Blood soaked the city walls and the demon army was finally defeated, the final stragglers fleeing away from the city.

It wasn't just demon blood on the walls either. It was also elf, orc, dwarf, and beastman blood

The Fourth Step succubus was bound by invisible threads and curled up on the bloodstained bricks of the wall beside Everest, who was carrying Styx's avatar in a princess carry. Not far away, almost forty other succubus of the Second and Third Step were struggling as Everest's threads restrained them too.

"Kill… Kill… Kill…" The Monster Lord looked at these Succubi with utter disgust and anger.

She would have sliced them into a hundred pieces with her webs if Styx hadn't expressly commanded her to catch them. The thought of defying Styx also ran through her mind more than once, but her attachment to him kept her sanity tethered and she restrained herself.

This didn't stop a terrifying display of her releasing highly poisonous baby spiders all over the succubi should they try to escape though.

Therina took down the hell knight demon commander, despite the difference in their strength. The fear and despair of the city residents allowed her to summon far more nightmare monsters than she would have otherwise.

The demon commander was a physical type with magic reinforcement. In human terms, he would have been a magic knight. The nightmare monsters were completely impervious to damage however, and attacked him in swarms.

He soon realized that attacking the monsters themselves was completely useless and targeted the summoner, Therina. She struggled to survive as he was far faster and stronger than her, who was still waiting to reach the Third Step.

With Styx currently in low power mode, she solely focused on protecting her vitals whilst dragging out time to give her nightmare monsters the chance to wear the demon commander down.

With blood dripping from her mouth as she was holding her body together with her regeneration, the Fourth Step demon finally collapse in a pool of his own blood. The nightmare monsters continued to tear at the body with teeth and claws until the corpse could no longer be recognized.

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Styx awoke, fully recovered, two days later.

The battle was over. The demons had been repelled and recovery and restoration effects were being undertaken even without his direction. The city residents worked under the core guard's orders in clearing all the debris.

The giant ravine from the battle between Dragon and the devil was currently being repurposed into a part of the city's aqueduct. The temperature from Dragon's fireblast has crystallised the curved bed of the channel into a type of black obsidian that was somewhat glossy but also incredibly strong.

A channel from the aquaduct was being planned and the water supply to that section of the city would increase. Bridges also needed to be built, and all the surrounding houses repaired or otherwise rebuilt.

The western city wall and all the land halfway to the horizon was bloody and littered with corpses. Mages had been working together to conjure rain, but even that turned into rivers of blood in the end. It was an enormous task to collect all the bodies and process them.

There were those that could be turned into valuable materials, such as the horns of demons, demonic bezoars, scales, and many other items. Whilst unafraid of any attracted monsters, the remaining bodies and body parts still all had to be burnt to prevent plague from infesting the city.

This was a task that was expected to take at least another two weeks.

"Beatrice," Styx called out as his avatar sat up, the dark phenelf appearing alongside Irie from the room over.

Both of the dungeon wives were pregnant and had large, swelling stomachs. It had gotten to the point where their duties in the dungeon were on hold whilst others took care of them.

Beatrice already had large E cup breasts, but now they appeared even more 'full'. Irie was similar, but she was already getting closer to giving birth. Both of them had reached <Lv. 39> just like Therina, but they couldn't undergo Class Up, and especially a potential evolution, whilst they were pregnant.

"How time flies," Styx gently commented whilst looking at the two of them.

The dungeon wives kissed him before Beatrice asked, "We were worried about you. What happened? The succubus recovered yesterday, but she hasn't been making much sense."

"Hmm? How so?"

"She keeps saying you are her mate and she will never leave you. Also, apparently your child is in her stomach… When did you have sex with her?"

"That isn't that incomprehensible, is it?"

"This was condensed from about two hours of her blabbering."

"...I see. Let's go see her then."

Styx had automatically detected where the succubus was as soon as his dungeon senses came back online. She was being held captive deep in the prison at the lowest levels of the dungeon alongside the other succubi.

Whilst the usual guards wouldn't be able to stop the Fourth Step demon commander from escaping, Aura could.

This was under the condition she even tried to escape, something she did not show any intention of.

The other Second and Third Step succubi seemed to follow her lead and didn't try escape either, but they did throw some overtly flirtatious looks towards the guards.

One male guard had nearly been enticed to enter one of the cells and 'have some fun' before a whip .

Vivy was still the head prison warden. The two melons on her chest jiggled and ponytail swayed back and forth as she strut through the prison, inspecting the prisoners one by one with a keen eye.

This former dark elf, now evolved into an abyss demon, had remained in this position due to her lust towards men, which coincidentally filled at least 80 percent of the prisoner population. She had first pick amongst these men and would frequently beguile them with her natural charms and promises of better food and beds.

Styx strolled into the dungeon at this moment with Aura beside him. Everest was not to be seen, but her presence could still be felt by those keen enough.

The prisoners all looked at the dungeon lord warily, each and every one of them imprisoned for various reasons. They were all either exposed spies, captured foreign nationless exotic races, criminals who broke Styx's laws, or demon prisoners of war.

The dungeon residents were not above the law either, as there were plenty of those here under different term sentences for being destructive or harmful to either the dungeon or other dungeon residents.