Book 4: Chapter 72: The Game Begins

Book 4: Chapter 72: The Game Begins

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I continue running through the continent until I arrive at the Battlefield of Blood and Ruin, and around the same time, the demons behind me all start catching up. But some of them seem to grow more hesitant when they see me entering the battlefield. At least, until the viscount shouts with a sing-song voice, If anyone turns around, they diiiieeee!

So we all charge through the massive Battlefield for nearly an hour until the lunatic finally seems to be satisfied with the chase and claps his hands, making a massive wall of miasma form in front of me and to the sides. And when I try to throw attacks at it, the wall simply eats the attacks without even struggling against them.

Then I try to punch the wall, only for my hand to be devoured by it entirely, leaving me having to spend nearly an entire minute just regrowing my hand as I turn around to find all of the demons a number consisting of hundreds of thousands of demons with the vast majority being undead catching up to me at last.

And the battlefield around us grows completely silent. As if viscount somehow just silenced everything around us.

His magic seems to be death magic, just like the ghouls, Tar points out, making me grit my teeth. So silencing an area and blocking senses is very much something he can do.

Damnit.

The demons all glare at me as if this whole thing was my fault that the lunatic decided to force them into his little game. And it doesnt take long before some of them charge towards me, attacking after having lost themselves to their Sins on the way here. But the majority continue watching, likely due to me being a blood lycan even if they dont recognize me as the Princess.The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.

And attacking a blood lycan is never a good idea.

To the winner goes the spoils in this absolutely spectacular battle royallllleeee!!! the viscount begins shouting as he spins in circles above us all, speaking as if she were some sort of MC for a game show. Then he stops, pointing one hand in my direction as he shouts, On one side, we have the lovely blood lycan whos name shall remain unknown based on her own reeeedacted choice!!! I scowl up at him, but he ignores my anger to instead indicate the other demons. And here we have one hundred and ninety-two thousand six hundred and one demons! All here to capture the lovely little blood lycan pup!

His calling me a pup only makes the demons glaring at me grow even more wary. Because if theres one thing engrained in the demons, its that you do not mess with a blood lycan child.

Seriously?

I grit my teeth as I jump back, trying to figure out what the hell I can do against an army of almost two hundred thousand demons. Especially since theyre all undead, so my plagues wont work on them.

Probably why he turned them into undead in the first place.

No matter what I do, I cant figure out a way to survive this on my own since if I manage to deal with the army, the viscount wont just let me go.

So the only way to survive is to wait for Gramps to show up.

I know hell show up sooner or later. The question is just how long itll take for him to realize somethings wrong.

The unfortunate truth is that Gramps isnt always paying attention to the entire world or even his continent beyond checking out things that stand out. And all hes seen so far is most likely that Im traveling across his continent.

My only way to survive is to wait for updates to come to him from the cities we passed by about the situation.

I grit my teeth even harder before letting out a low snarl, still in my quadrupedal beast form.

So to survive, I must stall.

I sprint forwards to meet with the incoming army.