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Chapter 1465: Battle of Struggles

“Cough — cough… cough…”

It took Nassaupelle a considerable time to pull himself upright from the rubble. Without the reinforced body he had prepared, the tremors would have killed him.

What did the humans just do—

His life meant little to him as a matter of principle, but he could not afford to be seen dying here — not while the King watched. Until he had full command over the core apparatus, he had to maintain his present appearance. Reduce every reason for others to watch him.

“Your Majesty, are you—”

“King City’s dome is compromised. The magic barrier is shattered.” The King’s voice came back as flat as machine calculation. “Restoration is expected to require an hour. Countermeasures must begin immediately.”

“What was that light? What was that sound?” Blood Conqueror’s voice cut in, distant with surprise. “I could see the disruption from Arrieta.”

“Where are the Eye Demon guards? I can’t reach any of them!” Undeserved was audibly shaken. “Mask — what did you do!?”

What did he do. A clean, clarifying rage moved through Nassaupelle. These creatures of muscle and arrogance, still unable to understand what had just happened — the humans had launched an attack on the demon race unlike anything in the history of the Battle of Divine Will. The white light alone had struck like a physical blow. Ten of his brains were still blind, their vision burned away. The sun itself had never managed that.

The Eye Demon guards’ fate needed no explanation.

For the first time in recent memory, Mask did not filter his words.

“The Eye Demon guards are dead. Use your own eyes.”

He said no more, and climbed to the nearest floating platform.

Rubble fell from the dome as he walked, chunks of Blackstone striking down into the wide Red Mist Lake. The damage did not threaten the Birth Tower. But since King City’s founding, no enemy had ever defiled this place. The race would feel that, regardless of material consequence. A wound to psychology was still a wound.

He reached the highest point of the city.

Hot air enveloped him. The smell of burning was embedded in it as if something vast and slow had been consumed. He remembered clearly that the white light had first appeared several hundred meters above the dome — yet standing here, the residual heat was real and impossible to dismiss.

He surveyed the damage.

The assessment was simple and complete: the black cylinder had done all of this.

It had punched the hole in the dome and obliterated the Symbiotic Demon defensive installations along the wall. From the geometry of the crater, the outer region of the city had been compressed by a force striking from above. The crystalline outer shell was not as resilient as the Birth Tower, but it had been protected by the magic barrier. One strike had broken through it anyway. The destructive force of this object exceeded anything in his understanding of snow powder, even if one multiplied the quantity tenfold. The humans had found a new legacy. And the demon race knew nothing of it.

What twisted his expression further was what the iron birds were not doing.

They had not swarmed downward while the defenses were in chaos. They had not targeted the ground forces now scattered and confused. They had turned away. All of them. No intent whatsoever of drawing close.

That means there is more than one of these objects.

He turned to look at the Birth Tower and the churning Red Mist Lake through the cracked dome. His chest became very still.

“Send all Bogle Beasts aloft. Don’t be delayed by the iron birds. Have them climb to maximum elevation and search for anomalies. Any discovery — any abnormality at all — report directly to me.”

“Report to you? Nassaupelle — are you confused about something? The Bogle Beast forces of King City are under my command.” Undeserved’s tone had turned cold.

If I had not succeeded in producing a Symbiotic Demon capable of flight, would I even be standing here listening to this? Mask swallowed the anger.

“Listen carefully. The iron birds are not the humans’ main assault force. Something else is — ” He reconstructed the scene from a few minutes ago. “Something that can fly at great altitude. It carries a weapon deployed from that height, detonating at a predetermined distance above the target. The iron birds are not attacking the Deity of Gods. They are screening the main attacker. You must find it immediately and destroy it. If you don’t, we are finished.”

“Finished — because of humans?” The surprise in Undeserved’s voice was genuine.

“Move. Identify and eliminate their forces. Only you are capable of that.” Mask transferred his consciousness to the race’s core. “Your Majesty — please authorize me to move the Deity of Gods. We cannot remain stationary. We are a fixed target.”

He had expected this to require a significant argument. Instead the King replied almost at once.

“Control over King City is temporarily yours. Eliminate the intruders.”

A conclusion without sentiment. Pure reason. Mask inclined his head toward the Birth Tower. “Your wish is my command, Your Majesty.”

Since the King had fused with the core apparatus, he had become more to Mask’s liking. Perhaps in a century, he would truly come to comprehend what Mask believed. Unfortunately, the Presiding Holy See stood in the way. Without that, none of these extremities would be necessary.

He raised the miniature core and sent magic power through it.

Without warning, the Deity of Gods rumbled and lifted. It moved toward the base of the dispersing smoke column. With full control of the core apparatus, he needed no subordinates to relay commands — the city obeyed the object in his hand as an extension of his will. The sudden movement inevitably sent some demons over the edge of the city’s cliffs. Those caught traversing the boundary fell, and there was nothing for them below. Nassaupelle did not consider this further. If the second black object struck the dome, there would be no choices left to make.


“Large number of Devilbeasts taking flight! I repeat — large number of Devilbeasts taking flight!”

“They’re heading for us!”

“Squadron Six — spread out and brace!”

Dawn light filled the sky at last. The Aerial Knights no longer needed tail lights to hold formation — but flying in golden light was not a comfortable situation. Beyond the growing smoke column, black dots spread outward from the Deity of Gods in every direction, like hornets from a nest hit by a stone.

“Ark of Peace — what’s your situation?” Tilly’s voice over the transmitter.

“Calculations complete. Proceeding to drop position.”

Confirming the first bomb’s effects had cost the bombing squadron time. The Deity of Gods had an outer shell, and to make the second high-explosive bomb deliver maximum effect, the crew needed to bring it as close to the Red Mist source as possible. Sylvie had recalculated the new parameters at speed, but the natural dispersion from seven thousand meters exceeded the diameter of the existing hole. The Ark of Peace had therefore descended to five thousand five hundred meters to reduce the drop error and increase the probability of the bomb entering the city.

“Ark of Peace is in position for drop. All squadrons stand by for charge sequence.” The transmitter sounded the confirmation.

“Wait.” Sylvie’s voice cut through everything. “The Deity of Gods is moving.”

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