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"Get a hold of yourselves!"
The Demon Prince's voice propagated to each and every single demon within the fleet. His tone was cold, and he sounded mad and disappointed.
"Panicking won't help now! Man your stations! Follow the chain of command and take up arms! Fight back! This is a battle for survival! Don't wait for my father to do everything for you!
You all got brains! Use them for fuck's sake!"
The Demon Prince's authority showed its might this time. His cold and crass berating woke his people out of their stupor, giving them some semblance of clarity and order.
Whether it was stray or some slightly stronger demons, they all stopped twiddling their thumbs and waiting for orders; they all began taking initiative once they heard the Demon Prince's command.
Nobody really has the time to ponder why the Demon God isn't present when he's needed the most. They have other things to pay attention to right now.
BOOM!
Like those explosions, for one. The most recent one took out a small portion of the ship. Fortunately, that part isn't too important, and they could afford to lose it.
Of course, their attackers weren't stupid. They were targeting the main components of the ship with frightening accuracy, as if they'd seen its interior before and knew which ones to hit to bring it down.
Several rooms and sections of the ship were either on fire or malfunctioning because of the sudden attack. The strays were already doing their best to fix the damage and repair whatever they could while enduring the bombardment of their enemies.
Speaking of enemies...
Now that the Demon Prince stopped panicking himself and was able to see the situation as a whole, he discovered something truly surprising.
'Since when did humans know how to create a space fleet? ' He wondered as he observed the large spaceship directly facing theirs.
It was huge, of course. It wouldn't be called a Space Fleet if it wasn't.
It's almost as large as the demons have. It looked less'modern' and carried an archaic theme, but it was sure as hell packed with all sorts of weapons and soldiers eager to eliminate the Demon Race once and for all.
Surrounding the main ship were ten carrier ships. Each one serves a purpose that is essential to achieve their overall goal; some were carrying supplies, others were carrying resources, and a few served as platforms where the fighter jets and mechs were launched.
The Demon Prince hasn't even managed to recover yet, but his problems have already escalated to a level that's impossible for him to handle.
His pep talk earlier lost its effect and meaning after this.
Throughout the entire history of the Demon Race's conquest under the lead of their current Demon God, they've never faced this kind of adversity, one that is capable of bringing them to their knees.
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The Demon Prince himself was shaken. He was forced to watch as his people were struck down where they stood. There were no discussions, no negotiations, no debates, etc. They were taken down like degenerates or creatures that couldn't be reasoned with.
He could defend himself, but only himself. He's neither capable nor strong enough to defend anybody else from the direct assault of humanity.
This was the moment where the Demon Prince felt an existential dread overwhelming his senses and logic.
Being exposed to the overwhelming hatred of an entire species was something that most people wouldn't be able to endure. Fear coursed through his body, making him paranoid and stiff.
The Demon Prince had his fair share of setbacks and challenges before, but none reached this level where he's almost too sacred to move. If it weren't for the small voice urging him to fulfill his responsibilities as the Demon Prince, he would truly be frozen in terror by now.
Things just got worse when he reached the command station...
He could see panic and fear in every person around. The machines were smoking and sparking, signifying that all were having problems. The engineers were doing their best to repair the damages, but with each one they fixed, three or five more problems will occur, and it just keeps on piling up.
The Demon Prince did his very best to help out. He either made decisions without really thinking too much about it or helped defend the control centers from the obvious targeting of humans.
The shield generators went online for a solid minute before deactivating again, much to his dismay. It could've gone for longer, but somebody self-destructed again to take it down. But unlike previously, the pilot and the jet were unharmed at first.
The pilot, however, realized that the shield generators were about to be up again, so he decided to take one for the team and sent himself and the jet crashing directly to the generators. He managed to get in just before it was activated.
A minute later, BOOM!
This time, it's gone for good. Which meant that the damage humans could deal to the main ship would escalate even more.
The worst part is that it won't end here, obviously. The Demon Race can't expect any shred of mercy against them.
But if there's a problem that really made everybody feel the true determination of humans to eradicate them. It would be...
"Prince! This is bad! The Soul Network and the Flesh Incubators had been compromised!!"