The ground was still shaking violently after [DRAGON SHOT] struck the heart of the elven formation. The explosion ripped through the earth, and thick smoke billowed, engulfing the entire field.
Hundreds of elves fell instantly—roasted, blown away, or buried alive. The scent of blood and scorched earth filled the air.
Amidst the chaos, terrified whispers could be heard from the remaining elven soldiers:
"This is no ordinary demon!"
Roger, the elven commander, gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:
"Defensive formation! Don't face them one-on-one! We're up against a disaster-class demon!"
But it was too late.
Zereth appeared suddenly at the rear of the elves, emerging from a bloody dimensional rift.
[BLOOD RIFT]
With a scream of madness, he slashed through the air. A crimson fissure opened and swallowed a squad of elves whole.
"YOU ARE ALL MINE!"
With a single slash of his clawed hand, five elves were torn apart at once—their bones shattered, their guts spilling onto the ground.
Selena whirled like a deadly storm, her greataxe dancing with the aura of death.
CRACK — CRUSH — SPLASH!
The shield broke. Split head. The body was cut in half. Each swing left a trail of blood and body parts.
Nana stood in the front row, her shield blocking thousands of magic arrows.
Her eyes were red, her smile was crazy.
"Elf arrows? They just taste like mosquito bites!"
She lunged forward. Her sword slashed through the elf archer's stomach—his guts fell out before his scream could escape.
Malrik raised his hand, forming a hellish magic circle.
[HELL BEAST: GOREWURM]
The ground cracked. A demonic serpent two buildings tall emerged from the ground, its eyes blazing.
Gorewurm shot out, devouring one side of the elven formation. Screams, blood, and destruction filled the air.
I stared toward the center of the elven army.
There stood Roger, his robes torn, but his gaze unwavering.
"Elrodan isn't the only hero. I am Lunarveil's last shield."
I grinned.
"Shield? You will shatter like glass."
Roger thrust his silver moonblade into the ground.
[MOONBREAK: Final Order]
The sky suddenly darkened, and moonlight gathered over the field. An ancient seal circle descended, compressing the air and locking the field.
"With my life I will seal you, demon!"
The seal descended, crashing down on me.
BOOM!!
The ground shook, my body pressed down by lunar magic. My hands and feet were bound. Hundreds of ancient runes burned around me.
Zereth groaned, wanting to help me, but I lifted my hand slightly.
"No, this isn't over yet."
A dark aura leaked from the cracks in the seal.
"You think this is enough to stop me?"
The seal began to crack.
The ground exploded. The sky turned blood red.
[KING'S DOMAIN: SECOND PHASE—ACTIVATED]
The entire field became mine.
The enemy's magic slowed and their movements slowed. Time began to bend to me.
I stepped out of the seal—slowly—like a god from hell.
Horns began to grow on my head. Demonic wings flapped wide. My fangs grew.
"Do you want war?"
"I'LL GIVE YOU HELL!"
Roger raised the ancestral sword—moonlight dancing along its silver blade, reflecting the death rays descending from the sky.
He said nothing, but his stance conveyed unwavering determination.
Elrodan, on the other hand, took a deep breath, filled with hurt and revenge.
His hand trembled as he aimed, but his eyes remained sharp, like the arrow he was about to release.
[Final Shot]
A hero's ultimate attack—an arrow of light that could only be fired with one hand.
But it wasn't prowess, it was sacrifice.
For the effect of this arrow was too great to be blocked by one hand, and Elrodan no longer had the other.
Rena advanced slowly.
Her body began to glow softly, like a full moon setting in the darkness of night.
Her hands formed swords of light, and she began to spin.
[LunarDance]
Deadly grace—a queen's dance on the battlefield.
Every step brought destruction, every swing a curse to demons.
All the attacks were aimed at me, but I didn't dodge.
[SOUL HUNTER]
A dark aura enveloped my body.
This skill instilled fear in the enemy's soul—doubt, trepidation, and psychological devastation.
But this time it wasn't enough.
They kept advancing. They kept believing. They wanted to kill me.
I raised my fist, retaliating with full force.
[HEAVY SMASH]
The blow shook the air, meeting their combined attacks head-on.
An explosion erupted.
Light and darkness collided, churning the battlefield into a chaotic mess of energy.
I was defeated in the collision.
My body was thrown far away, splitting the ground and crashing into giant trees, causing them to fall.
My blood spurted, gaping wounds all over my body—my regeneration was halted.
For the first time since this battle began, I was truly wounded.
I slowly began to rise, my body trembling with pain.
My eyes scanned the battlefield—my troops were falling one by one.
The last demon screams still echoed, mixed with the stench of blood and dust.
Zereth, Selena, Nana, Malrik—all were badly wounded, barely able to stand.
Suddenly—
A strange voice came from the gauntlet on my arm.
"You seem to be in trouble, My Lord."
I looked down at the gauntlet—the metal was cracked, but it pulsed with a strange light.
"Who are you?" I asked softly.
"This is the first time I've heard you clearly."
"My name is Noa," the voice was calm and cold.
"I have been asleep for a long time, waiting for someone strong enough to awaken me."
I fell silent, blood still dripping from the side of my mouth.
"Unfortunately, you woke at the wrong time," I said softly.
"I might die in this battle."
"No, My Lord."
"I woke at the perfect time."
"Because with my power, you can turn the tide."
I stared at the gauntlet with a sharp gaze.
"Power?"
"My skill is [BOOST]."
"With this power, every attack you make will be twice as powerful."
Hearing Noa's words, I laughed out loud.
"HAHAHAHA, even hell isn't ready to lose me!"
I looked up at the sky, still filled with smoke and red light.
A dark aura began to envelop my body again.
I stared at the gauntlet on my arm, a sadistic smile etched across my face.
"Are you ready, Noa?"
"Always ready, My Lord," he replied firmly.
In the distance, Roger, Elrodan, and Rena stared at me.
Their faces were tense.
My nearly collapsed body began to rise again, more terrifying than before.
Elrodan, with his arms gone, spoke softly:
"We cannot defeat him. Not like this."
Roger turned to him.
"What are your orders, My Lord?"
Elrodan closed his eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath.
"I must return to the castle and summon the remaining heroes."
Rena and Roger nodded.
"We will buy you time," Roger said firmly.
He stepped forward, lowering his visor and raising his sword—preparing to sacrifice himself to clear a path.
Seeing the opening, a wicked smile spread across my face.
"Do you think you can escape hell, Elrodan?"
In an instant, I darted in front of them.
Three pairs of eyes widened—they didn't have time to react.
I spread my wings wide, a dense aura enveloping my body.
[DARK STINGER]
[BOOST]
My right gauntlet lit up, dark magic power exploding from my palm—amplified by Noah.
My strike pierced the air like a lightning spear from hell.
BOOM!
There was a loud explosion. The ground shook.
Then I felt it.
My hand—penetrating someone's stomach.
Warm, wet, and throbbing.
I looked down slowly and saw who was at the end of my blow.