Chapter 110: Battle Against the Heroes of Kastoria (1)

On the Western Border of Tenebria

In the western borderlands of the Demonic Kingdom of Tenebria, the air was thick with tension. The ominous presence of several demonic armies, clad in their imposing black armor, created a foreboding atmosphere. Each soldier stood with a stern look, eyes focused and alert.

Leading this formidable defense was Kratos, the Vice Commander of all the demonic armies. His reputation as the strongest knight in Tenebria preceded him, and his presence on the battlefield was both surprising and necessary. Beside him stood Megara, the commander of the third division. The pair represented the kingdom's hope against the looming threat from the Kingdom of Kastoria.

The remaining commanders and strong knights stayed back in the capital, ever-vigilant against the possibility of surprise attacks from the numerous countries that despised Tenebria. Their main duty was to protect the two princesses of the kingdom, a task of utmost importance.

Kratos, a towering figure of brute strength and unwavering determination, scanned the horizon with a steely gaze. The impending battle was no ordinary conflict—it involved the Heroes of Kastoria. Although Kratos had never faced these heroes personally, the stories from his fellow knights and various testimonies painted a clear picture of their dangerous prowess.

The Demon King himself had once underestimated the heroes, nearly paying with his life twice against the Heroes of the Empire of Light. Kratos had no intention of repeating that mistake. He was resolved to kill any hero who dared to threaten them.

"Commander Kratos."

Megara's voice broke the silence. She approached, her red armor gleaming despite the overcast sky. Although petite compared to the imposing Kratos, Megara possessed a striking beauty. Her red hair was tied in a ponytail, revealing a glimpse of her small, tender white neck. Her armor concealed her figure, including her small breasts she was complexing over.

"Megara," Kratos acknowledged her with a nod, his eyes still fixed on the assembling armies.

More than five thousand demons stood ready to intercept the heroes.

"Do you think it will be enough?" Megara asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Kratos turned his intense gaze toward her, considering her question. "What do you think, personally, Megara? You've fought one of them, if I'm not mistaken?"

Megara's eyes narrowed slightly as she recalled the encounter. "Yes. It was an annoying girl who seemed to care more about her looks than the fight, but she was exceptionally strong. I was still stronger then, but that was two months ago. Who knows how much stronger she has become since then? And from what I've heard, there are even stronger heroes with her."

"Don't worry. We should be enough to face the Heroes of Kastoria," Kratos reassured her. He wasn't considered Tenebria's mighty weapon for nothing.

Even before Samael, the other countries struggled without taking risks because of the Demon King and Kratos. Their presence made enemies wary, and now, with the added strength of Samael, the demonic forces felt a renewed confidence.

"Lord Kratos!"

A demon soldier suddenly appeared, kneeling with a pale face. His breath came in short, panicked gasps as he delivered his urgent news.

"The Heroes of Kastoria are here! Just a few miles away. They're rushing towards us in a flying ship!"

"What?!" Kratos's eyes widened in shock.

How had they only noticed this now? Did the heroes possess something that rendered their vessels invisible?

"Tell everyone to ready themselves immediately! Megara, you too!" Kratos ordered, his voice commanding and urgent.

"Yes!" Megara swiftly departed to relay the orders to her division, her red armor gleaming as she moved.

The soldier's face grew even paler. "Lord Kratos! Th-they're above us! In the sky!"

Kratos looked up, his heart pounding. Above them, a massive flying ship descended, its shadow casting an ominous pall over the demonic forces. On the deck, several figures stood, their presence unmistakable.

"The Heroes of Kastoria! Brace yourselves!" Kratos bellowed, raising his long sword toward the ship. A giant red magic circle materialized in the air. "Red Shield!"

BADOOOOM!