Chapter 181: A New Form

Chapter 181: A New Form

"Slay them all!" a red demon woman clad in full steel armor with a furred cape ordered, standing tall and proud with her giant axe. "Don't let them pass!"

"YES, GENERAL!"

Blocking all the exits of the mine, none was able to escape, and soon a battle broke out. Honestly, to call it a battle would be a great desecration; the fight was nothing more than a slaughter. The defenders were unable to put a scratch on the attackers.

The bloodstains on the walls of the mine told a story—a gruesome and sad story. But for the attackers, it was a story of victory, hope, longing, and liberation.

"Slay them all, and take what is rightfully ours!" General Morgana roared, her eyes locked on the demons that were preparing for one final desperate charge.

"YES GENERAL"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"KILL KILL KILL!!"

A battle cry rose in the air as the demons charged. Then, out of nowhere, the very earth beneath their feet started shaking.

"!!!" The demons were confused, their eyes darting left and right, looking for the cause of the disturbance. The rumbling sound kept growing, coming from all directions, causing the whole battlefield to fall silent. The demons on both sides stood frozen, staring at each other, not sure what was happening. Until—

BOOOOOOOM!

The top half of the black castle just exploded, and a giant pillar of crimson flames rose to the sky, lighting the entire city. It was a display of pure power that planted absolute fear in everyone's hearts.

Neither the attackers nor the defenders were able to utter a single word. Their mouths gaped as they looked at the tall pillar. It was an unknown phenomenon, and they couldn't understand its significance, or if it held any. Yet one thing was certain: it was a sign of something to come, something very powerful. And that something was indeed approaching—a form, a presence that no one saw, and what had caused this bloody war.

"It's her," the demon general shouted, a smile forming on her face—a smile filled with love and joy, as warmth spread from her chest and all over her body.

"Mother!" the white-scaled naga standing next to her hissed, her face filled with pride and happiness as her red eyes spotted a figure inside the crimson flames. Yet the figure was different from what she remembered.

"Hiss... Mother looks different."

Majestic bat wings that seemed to be made from a starry sky, silver hair, and crimson eyes. With a wave of her hand, the giant pillar of flames that covered the entire city faded into a mist, leaving a trail of awe, admiration, love, fear, and terror on all the demons' faces as they fully gazed at the image of a three-meter-tall creature—a demon woman.

"You killed me, brother"

"You'll die and suffer for a thousand years."

"NOOOOOOO!!"

The screams and cries echoed through the entire city, and the same thing happened to everyone inside the crimson sea. Some were dragged down by their brothers and sisters, while others were slaughtered by their mothers. In some cases, long hands made of blood burst through their bodies, tearing them apart before dragging what remained deep into the sea. Only her offspring and a few slaves were spared.

The demon city was being cleansed, and Morgana watched the whole process with a smile on her face—a cruel smile. Her crimson eyes shone, enjoying the screams of pain and agony.

A little payback for ten years of hellish torture.

"Gulp..." Her daughters gulped, watching the cruel end of their enemies. They were scared, yes. After all, this level of cruelty was a little much, even for demons. But they knew it was needed. All the ones who were killed deserved to be punished for the things they had done to them.

"Hiss... Sister, you okay?" the white naga next to General Morgana whispered, her face filled with terror and a hint of amusement.

"..." The general said nothing, her eyes locked on her mother. Not the city. She couldn't care less about the others. The only one that mattered to her was her mother—the one who gave her life, the one she loved and admired.

"Mother," Morgana whispered, reaching her hand toward the red sky. The smile never left her face.

"My daughter," a gentle voice rang in the ears of the generals, a voice filled with love and kindness. "You did well, my child. Please wait a little and I'll join you."

"Of course, mother," the general nodded, bowing her head. The warmth spread from her heart as the voice faded. It was the feeling she always dreamed about—a feeling of love, a feeling of completeness, a feeling of happiness, and a feeling of freedom. Today she got to meet her mother for the first time.

CLAP!

With a strong clap of her hands, Morgana commanded the blood sea to rise, and the blood obeyed, flowing upward and forming a massive ball that floated in the air. Then another clap, and the ball began to shrink until it was the size of an egg. Morgana held it in her hand for a moment before opening her mouth wide and devouring the ball of blood.

"Ahh... delicious," Morgana moaned. The flavor was indescribable—a flavor that could beget a smile even from a dead person, a flavor that could raise a dead army and a flavor that could only be understood by Morgana herself.

"It's been a long time since I had fresh blood," Morgana spoke, licking her lips and turning to her children with a warm smile, saying, "The city is ours, kids."



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