Chapter 108: Blood and Fury

Without wasting a second and not caring about alerting the cultists, he turned to his army. His voice, loud enough to reverberate in a one-kilometer radius, thundered next. Enjoy new stories from mvl

"Move as a wall and protect the one standing next to you. We accept no surrender and take no prisoners. Obliterate those bastards!"

The army's fierce roars echoed his words as the demons struck their breastplates. The sound of their fists striking the chitin made the air tremble as their eyes flashed with eagerness and violence.

Even when their demonic essence raged in their eyes, they moved to create a tight line and took one step at a time.

They slowly approached the cultist's tower like a moving wall about to collapse on their enemies.

Adam nodded in satisfaction at the almost simultaneous noise their powerful stomps produced.

'Looks like we shouldn't have too much trouble cleaning the place with how well Garduck trained them. Still, I can't drop my guard.'

His eyes narrowed into fiery slits as he scanned the camp, looking for the leader.

However, he only saw regular cultists rushing to the walls to defend their camps, leaving only one option: he was inside the tower.

'It'll be best if he remains there while we clean his mobs. I'll raid it with the elite team to lower casualties.'

Acting on his thought, he drew his two short swords, one shining silver, the other abyssal dark, as he yelled his next command.

"Burn their walls to the ground!"

At his command, the fifty djinns in the rear raised their hands. Demonic energy sparkled in their palms as they took different elemental attributes. Fires glowed on their smirking faces while lightning crackled in their ears. The noise of flowing water followed as tempestuous gales sent their hair flowing in a mad dance.

Standing proudly before them, Luna condensed dozens of fiery snakes hissing angrily towards the walls. Then, she swung her arm, hurling them as her voice thundered.

"Fire!"

Bolts of green, purple, orange, blue, and grey whistled through the wind like cannon balls as they collapsed on the spiked wooden walls.

Gork's eyes enlarged in terror as he witnessed bright flames engulf everything in their path like a ravenous beast. Worse, the winds fanned them, causing them to spread like wildfires on the cultists and their tents.

The smell of burning fabric and charred flesh reached him next as lightning bolts zapped the hooded figures. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the seizure jolting their bodies and the foam covering their mouths before they dropped to the ground like stringless puppets. The condensed water bolts followed.

Like spears, they dug into the burning wood to skewer several cultists before his trembling pupils.

Despite the horror, a relieved breath escaped his quivering lips. If he had any remaining doubts about his earlier surrender, he now sweated as he imagined the demonic army ravaging his town if he hadn't.

Meanwhile, Adam observed the carnage with a grin. Not a shadow of guilt could taint his heart despite the humanoids roaring in agony. Instead, standing at the center of the formation and surrounded by his trusted fighters, he pressed onwards and delivered another wave of command.

"Don't give them time to gather. Aim at their flanks and backline!"

Without looking back, he reached the burning gates, knowing that Luna would manage the Djinns just fine. Then, he commanded his army to block the gate and kill anyone trying to escape.

The burning air tickled his nostrils as he stomped on the charred carcasses littering the ground. Yet, he still felt nothing. In fact, even if he could feel guilt, he doubted he would have when it came to bastards trying to summon demons next door.

His eyes narrowed as the sound of the cultists' panicked shouts echoed in the surroundings.

"Why are you attacking us? We're on the same side!"

"Wait, sir demon! We can summon Zepar's first legion by tomorrow."

"We can even summon Zepar himself in a few months. We should work together to conquer this realm in the name of demons!"

An icy shiver ran down his spine, and his eyes trembled in horror as he heard their words.

'Tomorrow?!' An inner roar pierced his mind as his fingers tightened around his blades' pommels. 'It means that if I had chosen to raid the crypt first, I would have died!' Searᴄh the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He gritted his teeth so hard that they almost cracked under the pressure of the realisation.

Yet, as he began cleaving the bastards standing in his path, a sensation of wrongness tickled his mind. Like an insidious scratch he couldn't reach, it diverted his attention from the battlefield a little more with each passing second.

It was so disturbing that after scanning the opposing force and noticing their chaotic arrangements, he focused on it. And a moment later, as he beheaded a hooded cultist, his eyes widened, and his pupils constricted.

'Didn't Hestia say that she would send her contractors to kill me if I tried to summon demons? Why is she letting them do it?' His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as a possibility thundered in his mind.

'Did she... strike a deal with the demon kings?' He shook his head. 'Seems too out of character.' He pondered a little more, anger bubbling in his veins as he slashed more cultists, causing their heads to fly and blood to drizzle on his armor.

'Is it the doing of another god? Did he command her to let the cultists run free?' His jaws bulged as he remembered the King Of Heroes' message about obtaining Achilles from Zeus.

Instantly, he understood that the Olympian king, the god of the sky and thunder, the supreme one who felled the powerful Titans and killed his father with his own two hands, had plotted against him.

Yet, he wouldn't have complained if he distorted the rules slightly by offering mythical figures left and right to make the other lords defeat him. After all, he was just that confident in finding ways to fight them back. But to pincer him between a demonic legion and a lord's army?

His voice boomed in suppressed rage, the words low yet overwhelming the chaotic noise of battle.

"You colluded with demons because you fear Tiamat's alliance with Chaos?" He spat on the ground, his nose scrunching in hate and his teeth glinting under his raised lips. "Sit tightly on your golden throne. After beheading Baal, you're the next on the list, petty woman abuser!"