Xuefei, of course, hadn’t left.
She had been hiding behind a distant mound of earth ever since earlier, peeking out to watch the intimate exchange between the two women.
“Ah la ah la, suddenly I get how the Maid Corps feels. It’s just too thrilling~”
Watching the loving couple, Xuefei instantly turned into a hopeless romantic, shoving aside the brutal memories of how they had tormented her to pieces in the first playthrough. She began imagining all sorts of heartwarming possibilities between them. But just as she was about to dive headfirst into gossip, her rational side kicked in, warning her that danger still lurked somewhere.
It was an inexplicable hunch—like the legendary sixth sense that the crisis wasn’t over yet. There were countless ways to sense such things, and Xuefei had no idea why she felt it this time…
Yet it was exactly this premonition of peril that had prompted her to slip a sliver of Dark Filth power to the pair before they could lose themselves completely in their budding romance. Unexpectedly, the mishap struck right then.
The recovering Domain was far from simple. In essence, it consisted of two layers: the outer one focused on scanning and detection, while the inner emphasized suppression and protection.
The second layer’s “total safety” barrier was still some time off. The first layer had been ravaged by the blast—its progress slowed, fragmented in places.
Right now, they were Demons without Domain protection.
If that explosion had been a flashy, deliberate strike meant to draw attention, then this moment—this very instant—was when those wretched foes would strike.
In other words, they might be staring down an unprecedented threat, which was precisely why Xuefei refused to drop her guard.
Several beams of golden light erupted from a sudden tear in the sky, confirming her fears. In a flash, countless repulsive humanoid shapes plummeted from above, snapping Setra and Sophia out of their affectionate haze. They steeled themselves, shifting back into battle-ready stances.
At the same moment, Iron Wing Demon soldiers streaking in from the Demon city’s walls arrived on the scene. To them, this was merely the opening salvo of another fight.
“What are those? Gods?” Sophia had long heard tales of entities opposed to Demons, though they rarely showed themselves in the mortal world.
“No, more like the Gods’ vassals. Call them Divine Soldiers—they’re barely alive,” Xuefei said, darting back to the pair’s side. “Judging by their look, they’re not pushovers…”
Shafts of light rained from the heavens: figures resembling robots clad in simple milky-white armor, draped in cloaks, their joints bulky and menacing. They gripped long halberds and two-handed greatswords that inspired dread, arraying themselves in perfect formation before the trio.
Xuefei let out a sigh.
Thank goodness she hadn’t let Leia tag along.
If the Dragon Princess had been here, the foes wouldn’t have stopped at a few hundred towering Divine Soldiers. In the worst case, they might have faced hundreds of battle-ready Gods boxing them in.
But beneath the Evil Dragon Domain…
Wouldn’t they be a joke?
The gaping hole the explosion had torn in the Evil Dragon Domain showed no sign of closing.
As the Divine Soldiers landed, the first layer’s coverage ground to a halt—like time itself had paused its expansion and repair. Until the second layer arrived, this wasn’t Demon turf at all!!
“Lady Setra, this one arrives late!” cried a member of the Iron Wing Knight Order, descending from the sky to drop to both knees in loyalty.
With him came countless Demon soldiers plummeting from above, forming dense phalanxes—a full fifty thousand strong from the Iron Wing Knight Order, with more arriving by the second.
But the soldier quickly realized something was wrong… the moment he spotted the Dragon Princess standing at the forefront.
No—Lady Dragon Consort!
The Dragon Consort on the front lines? Was he dreaming?!
Amid the thrill and excitement, their priority was protecting the Evil Dragon’s most cherished treasure. The lead General knelt and pleaded:
“Lady Dragon Consort, please… let us escort you back to the city. It’s safe there.”
Xuefei didn’t spare him a backward glance.
Green as grass and fearless as a tiger. Were hotheaded rookies really that common among Demons? In the end, it all boiled down to overconfidence.
She sighed, flicking her crimson eyes toward them from the corner of her vision. “Do you truly believe they’re just beastmen rabble?”
“Lady Dragon Consort, trust in us.”
In the midst of this sword-drawn tension, Setra grasped Xuefei’s intent. She gave a slight nod, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she declared with fervor: “Lady Dragon Consort is still in her pregnancy. Leave this to your subordinate. It’s not merely a matter of safety—it’s our purpose, our duty.”
“Exactly,” Sophia added, nodding vigorously in agreement.
Lady Dragon Consort was a Super Tier powerhouse, second to none but one and unrivaled by all others. This was a fact acknowledged by nearly every member of the Demon Race. Yet the vast gap in strength could not alter the fundamental nature of this battle. No lone individual could replace the soldiers, no matter how one looked at it.
Moreover, as the Evil Dragon, Xuefei could provide the Demon Race with magic that amplified their combat prowess.
The soldiers on the battlefield, still at Mortal Tier, burned with the resolve to defend their homes and homeland. They charged into the fray without hesitation and unleashed several times their usual strength. How could they be so easily overcome?
Once the soldiers plunged into the fight, Xuefei began to question whether her concerns had been unfounded.
The Divine Soldiers were indeed formidable.
With a casual swing of their weapons, they summoned towering waves dozens of meters high, carving fresh, savage gashes across the storm-ravaged plains.
The enemy’s individual prowess even outstripped that of the Demon Race. Demon soldiers could topple several Beastmen with ease, yet now that very advantage—typically a hallmark of the Demon Race—belonged to the foe.
And yet the Iron Wing Knight Order showed no signs of panic. They leveraged their superior aerial mobility in relentless wheel tactics, steadily building their edge… On the front lines, the army commanded by Baron Dibius formed an essential pillar of the Iron Wing’s overall might.
In his youth, he had already attained Soul Tier strength, and by middle age, he had advanced to Soul Tier Layer 2—leaps and bounds beyond any ordinary soldier or subordinate in the Iron Wing Knight Order.
A scabbard hovered at his waist, his elegant attire accented only by a few plates of black armor. His spirited face, touched by the lines of age, bore deep furrows of righteous fury and hard-earned wisdom.
The Divine Soldiers were the strongest foes he had encountered thus far.
Their armor was all but impervious; hacking at it with a blade was like battering a stone wall with a mere stick. Their own swords sliced effortlessly through Demon flesh. For the swift yet thin-skinned Demon soldiers, this matchup favored the enemy completely.
Even when Demon soldiers swarmed from the skies, the Divine Soldiers needed only to slam their greatswords into the earth, unleashing shockwaves that scattered the assault with ease.
“Requesting support!” The desperate call from his men jolted Baron Dibius into action.
“Take cover!”
He bellowed the order while unfurling his wings. He streaked forward like a living blade, soaring over the Demon comrades flung back by the shockwave. Gliding smoothly through the air, he targeted a Divine Soldier’s head and unleashed a devastating overhead strike…
“Bang—!”
The greatsword loomed like an unyielding stone wall. Dibius’s blade could not budge it even an inch.
But this was no one-on-one duel. It was the swirling chaos of massed warfare.
His subordinate’s wound had baited the Divine Soldier away from its main unit. Now it faced the full onslaught of the army—a torrent of savage encirclement.
“Now’s our chance!”
“Charge!”
