Purgatory Demon World
Magma is the sea, flames are the air, and all demons take pleasure in killing and fighting in the flames. They are evil people who do not believe in any rules, and violent people who only believe in the supremacy of force.
There is no third way to communicate with other worlds except through destruction and slaughter.
But today they are breaking with their traditions.
In the demiplane beyond the world, the 13 Supreme Lord of the Purgatory Demon World have all gathered here.
The Supreme Lord's ten-thousand-meter-tall true form, with its two horns, seemed poised to pierce through space. A chaotic and frenzied aura was unleashed, and its scarlet eyes blazed with a thirst for battle—a fighting spirit to kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy.
The Wisdom Radiance that cannot be seen by lower-level demons coexists with violence in their eyes.
If one can advance to the Supreme Lord level, even a mindless skeleton will grow a brain.
They are better at weighing pros and cons and know how to think critically.
" The Wizard World has agreed to let us send troops to intervene; this is the best opportunity for our demon race."
The largest and most muscular demon Samael, spewed sparks from his mouth as he rubbed his palm against the broken red sword. Each rub produced a terrifying energy storm that exploded from the sword.
Such a red energy storm could easily ignite the physical body of a level five life form, but in their eyes, it was just a gentle breeze.
"Heh heh heh, the Wizard World is nothing special. Let our great demon race take its place and become the strongest civilization."
Amidst the sneers, some demons had already concluded that the Wizard World's decision to send them as reinforcements was a sign of incompetence and weakness, a display of their inability to resist.
This shows that the Wizard World is not as strong as legend suggests. Apart from Supreme Lord, the other forces are quite weak. They couldn't even sustain a war of this scale for two hundred years, making them a fallen civilization.
And they, the demon race, will replace the wizard civilization as the leaders of the next century.
" Long E, don't underestimate the Wizard World. We don't yet have the strength to contend with Wizard World. Our involvement in their war is merely to gain a better understanding of them and prepare for the future."
Although the demon race believes in the supremacy of force, it doesn't mean they are brainless; they simply haven't encountered opponents who require them to use their brains.
The Wizard World is so powerful that even if they use their brains, they cannot defeat their opponents.
"Remember our objective, observe them, understand them, and when they are weak, that will be our time to act."
"They will be our adversaries, but not now, but in the future."
"Also, we must be vigilant about that traitorous wizard. If possible, we must kill him without hesitation. Kill him the moment you see him."
"This is an extremely formidable opponent, more terrifying than any we have ever faced. We absolutely cannot let him live. Don't listen to the Wizard World's lies about capturing them alive; only a dead traitorous wizard is of the greatest benefit to us."
Samael's gaze swept over the twelve most powerful Supreme Lord of the demon race. Their strength sometimes clouded their judgment, and it was necessary to repeatedly emphasize how terrifying that traitorous wizard was.
Only the Wizard World could capture him alive, because the Wizard World could also control him.
But they couldn't do that; the first thing they did upon seeing the traitorous wizard was to kill him—that was the right decision.
"Any way that increases the strength of the wizarding civilization is persecution against us. Although we cannot confront them, it is understandable that we, being 'brainless,' might act impulsively."
After repeatedly emphasizing the power of the Wizard World and the inability to confront it head-on, Samael still revealed his own thoughts: direct conflict is unacceptable, but minor verbal disputes are acceptable.
Everyone knows what kind of people demons are; conflicts between them in private are perfectly normal.
Such conflicts present them with their best opportunity to gather information.
How many people should we send?
"Of the four thousand lords, we also need seven. You can choose the candidates yourselves. The space teleportation array will open in a month, and I need to see sufficient troops."
After Samael finished speaking, he drove away all the Supreme Lord. He believed that those who heard this could step onto the battlefield without needing to be forcibly assigned. The four thousand slots for battle would be instantly divided up.
He didn't need to worry about the demons' bravery; they would step into the fray without hesitation, even knowing it would mean death.
On the empty demiplane, Samael, who had stopped polishing his broken red sword, hesitated for a moment in his crimson eyes. As the racial commander of the demon race, he didn't know if his decision today was right.
He volunteered to provide reinforcements to the Wizard World, asking for only a small return—a price that was outrageously low.
To explain his irrational behavior in the Wizard World, he claimed that the traitorous wizard possessed a replica of their inherited cosmic treasure.
To ensure the independence of their civilization's transmission, they would not allow such a thing to happen.
The reality is that the demon race has indeed reached its limit; conquering some small worlds doesn't change anything.
Only by fighting against stronger civilizations can the demon race possibly advance.
Looking around, one can indeed find other civilizations.
However, those civilizations were all developing normally without much fluctuation, and their combat strength was stable, making them unsuitable as ideal opponents.
After searching high and low, I came across this war.
The Wizard World, the Myriad Beasts World, and that traitorous wizard who would shock anyone who heard about it, tens of thousands of World Lord, countless low-level beings, and War World spanning thousands of locations, with more than thirty Supreme Lord.
This is a gluttonous feast that devours lives; regardless of which side is involved, everyone is frantically depleting their strength in the war.
The wizard civilization, a terrifying force he previously dared not even glance at, has already expended too much of its power.
He was like a robust giant, but even he couldn't withstand frequent battles.
They, the demon race, are like hyenas hiding in the grass at the feet of giants, always waiting for the moment when the giants fall.
However, before the giant fell, he wanted to take a closer look to see how much power this terrifying being that had weighed down countless civilizations still retained.
His choice was destined to be either an opportunity to change the fate of the demon race, a chance to promote the growth and development of the race, or a disaster to destroy them.
The broken red sword in his hand clanged and sang, as if excitedly hearing the sounds of war.
Samael looked at the broken sword in his hand. Besides the issue of racial development, his reason for stepping onto the battlefield was also to meet that exceptionally talented traitorous wizard.
I want to see if the red broken sword he copied has the same power as the one I have!
For a race to develop, he also needs to progress; powerful opponents and suddenly emerging geniuses are both good candidates.
Shadow Plane,
Leo, dressed in a black Godslaying Wizard Robe, looked at the Fate Wizard Book in his hand.
Seeing the Wizard World's repeated defeats on the battlefield, after forcibly drawing in the forces of the Myriad Beasts World, they also brought in the Purgatory Demon World.
"Four thousand World Lord, seven Supreme Lord —is the Purgatory Demon here to slim down his forces after seeing how powerful they are?"
Baturu looked at the information in the Fate Wizard Book with a surprised and puzzled expression. He didn't expect that anyone would dare to get involved in this mess at this time.
Other civilizations would have fled as far away as possible upon seeing the battlefield situation. Even the Myriad Beasts World only reluctantly sent troops because of the Wizard World's strong suppression.
Everyone knows that stepping onto this battlefield means stepping into the arms of death; once you're here, there's no going back.
I didn't expect the Purgatory Demon to be so stubborn, actually daring to send troops here on their own initiative.
The forces they sent represent nearly a third of their world's strength. If all these World Lord were to die on the battlefield, one wonders if the demon race, who have never shed a tear, would be heartbroken and wish they were dead.
Leo didn't speak, but instead flipped the intelligence back to before the start of the war, repeatedly looking at the war intelligence from the past two hundred years.
Is something wrong?
Baturu noticed Leo's unusual behavior and asked.
"We didn't find anything abnormal, but there's always a feeling that something's wrong; I just can't quite put my finger on it."
The Wizard World so easily lured the Purgatory Demon into the battlefield, seemingly as a desperate choice made in desperation after suffering defeats on the battlefield.
But he knew clearly that because of his control, the battlefield was still in a stalemate, and there had been no major defeat or inability to resist.
The Wizard World is not incapable of holding on; it and the Myriad Beasts World still have a portion of their forces that have not been deployed to the battlefield.
Although that power wouldn't be used until the very last moment, it wasn't enough to just so easily agree to the demon race's demands.
The arrival of the demon race was far too strange; no matter how you looked at it, something was definitely not right.
Leo couldn't figure out what the Wizard World wanted to do, but as far as he was concerned, since they were enemies, and enemies who had come to his doorstep, there was no reason not to kill them.
He can hold out against the wizarding civilization and the Myriad Beasts World, but he won't hold out against the demon race. If anyone steps onto the battlefield, the outcome will be the same: they will all think he is easy to bully.
Blood and corpses must be used to tell others with ulterior motives that if they want to get involved in this mess, they should first see the consequences for the demon race.
"Pass down the order: if you encounter demons on the battlefield, kill them first, not just by using self-destruction. Since they've come here, let's give them a proper welcome gift. No more than 10% of their soldiers should return."
Since Leo couldn't find a reason for the Wizard World to do this, he simply killed all the demons, thwarting any ideas the wizard might have.
One sword can break all laws; no matter what moves you want to make on the chessboard, I will simply overturn it.
"Haha, this will keep the Xiao Si Xiao San."
Baturu laughed heartily. He was currently controlling the World Lord under his command to prevent them from self-destructing, but once the World Lord were resurrected, they still kept Xiao San and Xiao Si busy.
If they were allowed to self-destruct, the World Lord waiting to resurrect the two of them would form an endless queue.