Unbelievable Strength
Christopher stood frozen, utterly speechless at the scene before him. The streets of the castle town were twisted like a nightmare—smoke and flames twisted around debris and burning timber—but the battle surged forward at a speed far too swift to follow.
The man in the black cloak—the formidable enemy who had nearly killed him—had been mercilessly felled by Zeke in an instant.
Even more astonishing was what came next. Zeke and the female Demon Lord moved across the battlefield as if performing a deadly dance, sweeping through the ranks of the Dragon God Clan’s minions with lethal precision. Their movements were blindingly fast; Christopher could not track a single strike, only fleeting afterimages flickering in his vision. Each clash of sword and magic produced bursts of light and deafening explosions, scattering the dragon god soldiers like raindrops in a storm.
Zeke’s sword left the deepest impression. Even when surrounded by five enemies far stronger than the man in the black cloak, a single swing sent them sprawling to the ground, extinguishing their will to fight instantly.
The image seared itself into Christopher’s mind. Even a massive dragon succumbed to the female Demon Lord’s lightning magic, falling silent without a single cry.
“The level of their strength… is beyond comprehension…”
Awe struck him wordlessly. Christopher drew a sharp breath, mesmerized, frozen at the edge of the battlefield, unable to tear his eyes away from the two combatants.
“Well, I suppose that’s mostly taken care of,” the female Demon Lord said, her calm yet cutting voice slicing through the chaos. Of the 200 Dragon God minions who had attacked, almost all had been defeated by the two. Amidst blood and debris, neither showed any sign of fatigue or labored breathing—their presence was beyond human measure.
“I never thought the day would come when I’d fight alongside a Demon Lord…” Zeke murmured, a faint smile crossing his face.
“I feel the same. The thought of teaming up with you makes my skin crawl, but today, it cannot be helped. This country owes me a place to stay and a meal, after all.”
The female Demon Lord replied without meeting his eyes, her gaze cold and calculating, yet intelligence gleamed behind it.
“With this many troops deployed, someone must be coordinating them. Likely near the town gates.”
“Indeed. Whoever commands warriors of this caliber must be formidable,” Zeke agreed.
Silently, they advanced toward the castle town gates.
“Wait! Please, take me with you!” Christopher shouted.
The female Demon Lord slowly turned to him.
“Young man, it’s too dangerous for someone without sufficient skill to follow. Go home. I’ll handle this cleanup.”
Her words were precise, cold—but Christopher countered with unwavering determination.
“I am painfully aware of my lack of skill after seeing both of you. But I am the captain of this country’s knights. Let me witness this fight to the end.”
The Demon Lord’s eyes sharpened briefly, then softened.
“I don’t need dead weight. If you are taken hostage, I won’t hesitate.”
“I don’t mind. If I’m captured, take me with it,” he replied without wavering. The warmth behind her gaze was evident despite her words.
“You are the captain of the knights. People are waiting for you, following your orders. Return swiftly,” she said, her command carrying care as well as authority.
“I insist! Please, take me with you!”
Acknowledging his courage, Zeke appeared at his side.
“Very well. I’ll take you along for your bravery. Hey, Demon Lord! Fine, right? If anything happens, I’ll protect you.”
She exhaled deeply, walking toward the gates without another word.
After a five-minute march, they reached the castle gates. Two swordsmen blocked their path: a towering giant over two meters tall, and a smaller man about 160 centimeters. Each wielded a sword as massive as themselves. Their presence chilled the air of the battlefield.
“You are the commanders?” the female Demon Lord asked calmly.
“That’s right. We are the Hayonei brothers, underlings of the Dragon God Clan! You dare interfere with our invasion? Unforgivable!”
“Just attack already. It’s a waste of time,” she replied, cool and sharp.
“A waste of time!? You’ll regret angering us!”
In an instant, the Hayonei brothers charged. Their speed alone distinguished them from previous minions.
Baki! Gakiin!
Two thunderous impacts rang out simultaneously. The Demon Lord blocked the smaller brother’s strike, while Zeke kicked the giant aside.
“Two men attacking a woman… absurd. But even together, they’ll never win,” Zeke muttered, approaching the fallen giant.
“You’re mine.”
The giant lunged, but Zeke caught the massive body effortlessly with one hand.
“Is that all? Mere show of strength,” he said calmly. The giant’s jaw dropped.
With each flick of Zeke’s sword, countless slashes carved into the giant, spraying crimson into the air. Christopher could not perceive a single strike—only an intersection of light and shadow.
The giant collapsed without a cry.
“Another meaningless thing cut down… just kidding,” Zeke quipped.
With Zeke’s duel concluded, all eyes turned to the female Demon Lord.
The smaller Hayonei’s face shifted as he realized his brother had fallen.
“My brother… you wretches!!”
Shaking with rage, he attempted to flee. The Demon Lord’s gaze followed coldly, her hands coalescing dark energy.
“Do you think you can escape from me? You can’t outrun a Demon Lord in this game.”
A six-pointed star formed before her, a black beam shooting forth, impaling the smaller Hayonei through the back. He crumpled, ending the battle.
“Well, that’s a day’s work,” she said, clapping her hands and brushing off dust.
“Let’s return to the palace,” Zeke said, leading the way, though Christopher’s heart still trembled, awed by their overwhelming power.
Their backs seemed to shine brighter and appear larger than anything he had ever witnessed.
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