Several kilometers away, with the roars of the beastmen and the sounding of horns, the demon race began their assault on the Great Sage’s Castle.
The war had begun.
The situation inside the tower was far from optimistic.
Beastmen and evil demons formed teams in the sky and on the ground, complementing each other perfectly. The evil demons provided long-range bombardment, the beastmen blocked the bridge entrance, and the demonkin offered support from both flanks. In the rear, siege weapons were pushed forward like toys by the burly beastmen.
With a few sharp whooshes, the ballistae loaded with bolts fired one after another. Though the bolts couldn’t inflict any substantial damage on the tower, they could still impact the soldiers gathered inside.
However, those soldiers had even more disciplined coordination—they were an army that combined the strengths of demons and humans. The interplay of shields, arrows, and magic was impossible to withstand. The demon side, which had originally held the advantage of terrain, found the position surprisingly difficult to breach.
After the Catherine Knight Order’s soldiers lined up neatly, they charged forward with their spears raised, like a train barreling through.
Seeing that the front-line beastmen were about to buckle, Golden Bone and Silver Bone rushed forward to block, preventing the formation from collapsing. Only under the cover of the evil demons’ magic and Atia’s wind blessings did they manage to stabilize again.
But continuing to drag things out would clearly lead to exhaustion.
Bang—!
A deafening roar accompanied the sound of shattering stone.
A red-skinned giant, fifteen meters tall, charged wildly from the direction of the undead army. His skin and body were clearly decayed, empty eyes burning with bluish-green hellfire, yet his power surpassed what it had been in life!
“Lord Andre!” Golden Bone cried out as if he had seen a ghost.
“He’s no longer Andre. Let him rest,” Berika said as she blocked the undead legion’s arrows.
But things were never that simple.
The undead Andre, summoned by the Great Sage, saw the fallen undead soldiers. He picked up several demonkin and shoved them into his mouth, swallowing them directly to replenish his magic! Undead Andre’s height was now twice that of Golden Bone and Silver Bone.
He swung his ten-meter spiked club, the shockwave forcing the beastmen in front to retreat. Their plate armor was like mud before him.
“The formation is collapsing!”
“I’ll hold it—”
“Quick, target that beastman!”
Just as the disadvantage loomed, a crisp voice invigorated everyone.
“【Revival】, warriors of the demon race~”
The pleasant voice was highly penetrating, like a hypnotic melody. Light began to glow on all the demons, their wounds healing instantly, fatigue and pain vanishing. Some demons turned their heads and spotted the girl in the sky.
She had striking deer-like spiral horns, a voluptuous figure and seductive tail, and dark red wings like molten lava.
—She was a great demon they had never seen before.
But Atia recognized her—it was actually Oka!
Oka had originally been the 【Resurrector】 in the Hero Squad.
She had been hesitant at first, but something had led her to join the demon race.
And as such a powerful horn demon, no less.
A rare support-type demon, one in ten thousand historically, capable of serving as a military strategist or general.
Her 【Revival】 could heal and exhilarate demons across a hundred li radius. At full power, it could even sustain them without food, sleep, or breath for three weeks!
“Rally yourselves, demons~”
The horn demon Oka seemed extremely satisfied with her magic.
And sure enough.
Empowered by wind and healing, the demons became like tigers with wings.
What truly returned the tide to the demons’ favor was a terrifying spell.
“【Crimson Lotus】!”
On the ground that Oka could always oversee stood a loli clad entirely in shackles. Her hands and feet were bound by chains, giving her a tragic yet dangerous beauty.
She too bore the faint glow of Oka’s revival, and the previous Crimson Lotus blast hadn’t harmed her much. Seeing the blazing light devour the undead, she laughed with utter delight, lifting her head to gaze at the evil demon girl in the sky.
“I did it, Big Sis Oka. I want my 【reward】…?”
“We’ll do it when we get back,” Oka said, patting the little loli’s head. Seeing her cute pout as she nestled into her embrace, Oka couldn’t help but smile.
“Mm~ You promised, okay? Destroy the humans, destroy the Great Sage and the undead, and I get my reward.”
“Yeah, we promised.”
“Big Sis Oka♡”
Afterward, Oka laughed maniacally as she unleashed her power, her expended magic and bodily functions replenished by Oka’s spell.
The battle turned one-sided.
At that moment, Selin, locked in aerial combat, suddenly remembered something and shouted:
“The Demon King told us—the way to strip these undead of their fighting power is hidden inside the tower! We have to shut it down!”
“Can you and Atia handle it?”
“Yeah!” Atia flew over. She exchanged a glance with Selin, and together they accelerated toward the tower’s interior.
Bolts, flames, and various long-range magic shells couldn’t touch them.
As soon as Atia entered the tower, she spotted a raised section in the center resembling a control console.
“Selin!”
“Yeah!”
The two shared a tacit understanding, both zeroing in on that special part.
As if sensing something, the undead stopped their outward assault and turned toward the intruding evil demon, swarming her. This only confirmed it further—this was the “core” controlling the undead.
No matter how strong the Great Sage was, she couldn’t micromanage so many complex undead simultaneously. Unlike Oleniya’s, these lacked pre-death consciousness; they were mere puppets. And such puppets required a command system.
Selin shouted, “I’ll hold them off—Sis, destroy the console!”
“Wind, grant me your blessing to cut through the thorns.” Atia summoned a turquoise wind bow in her hand, fully comprehending.
Even her so-called blessings had become her own power after demonification, but she still voiced them to focus.
Selin’s flight speed reached its limit as she circled the tower’s walls to evade capture, while bombarding with dark magic cannons—her evil demon specialty.
As more undead lunged skyward like zombies, she began to falter.
Just then, two undead knights were flung by Andre like cannonballs toward her. Selin’s eyes widened.
“Sis…? Ugh—!”
The next second, with a deafening explosion and blinding light, Atia’s full-power shot pierced the tower’s base.
The undead’s bluish-green soulflames ignited fiercely as if alive. The undead ultimately scattered like the wind, as if they had never existed.
The devastated tower stood as proof of their prior existence.
The demons had won.
But the demons didn’t cheer. Among the undead puppets, they recognized familiar faces, leaving complex emotions in their hearts.
Atia dropped to one knee; that strike had drained all her stamina.
“Sis! Waaah, I won’t make things hard for you anymore!” Selin flew into her embrace.
“Alright, alright…”
Atia stroked her little sister’s head and ruffled her wings.
Her pale skin was as soft as ever, her scent rich and alluring.
So this is what it means to become a demon? It’s this blissful?
