The east side of Humility City was a maelstrom of chaos, a battlefield where the clash of mana and steel painted the sky in hues of destruction. From a bird's-eye view, the scene was a mosaic of black and colored dots, each representing a life-and-death struggle. At the center of it all was the king, surrounded by a sea of enemies, his golden spear gleaming like a beacon of hope. Around him, his commanders—Clora, Erick, Andry, and Jack—fought their own battles, each locked in a deadly dance with their demon counterparts.
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Andry, the assassin commander, stood motionless, his silver daggers glinting in the dim light. His opponent, a demon assassin with goat-like features, stared back with red eyes burning with killing intent. The demon's voice was a low growl as he spoke, "You… you're a mixed blood, aren't you? I can smell it on you."
Andry's expression remained impassive, but his grip on his daggers tightened. "You're noisy for an assassin," he replied coldly.
The demon smirked, revealing sharp fangs. "I know you've suffered at the hands of humans. Join us. You'll have freedom, riches, women—anything you desire."
Andry's eyes narrowed. "Does that matter to you?" he interrupted, his voice laced with disdain. He had heard this offer before, and it always ended the same way.
The demon's smirk faded, replaced by a scowl. "You're making a mistake," he hissed.
Andry didn't respond. Instead, he activated his skill, vanishing into thin air. The demon's eyes widened as he felt a surge of danger behind him. He barely had time to activate his own skill, turning his body into a cloud of dust as Andry's dagger slashed through the air where his neck had been.
Andry reappeared a few meters away, his expression unchanged. "You're slow," he taunted, his voice calm but cutting.
The demon growled, reforming his body. "You'll regret that," he snarled, charging at Andry with blinding speed.
Their battle became a blur of silver and black, daggers clashing with sparks flying. Andry's movements were precise, each strike calculated to exploit the demon's weaknesses. The demon, though fast, was clearly outmatched. His frustration grew with every failed attack, his movements becoming more erratic.
Andry, on the other hand, remained calm, his mind focused. He could feel the demon's desperation, and it only fueled his determination. "You're not even a challenge," he muttered, delivering a swift kick to the demon's chest that sent him sprawling.
The demon coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. "You… you'll pay for this," he spat, struggling to his feet.
Andry didn't give him the chance to recover. With a final, decisive strike, he plunged his dagger into the demon's heart. The demon's eyes widened in shock before his body disintegrated into dark smoke.
Andry stood alone, breathing heavily but victorious. He sheathed his daggers, his expression unreadable. "Another one down," he muttered, turning to rejoin the battle.
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Jack, the archer commander, faced Dora, a demon archer whose beauty was matched only by her deadly skill. Her purple hair flowed like a river of night, and her red eyes burned with hatred. She held her bow with practiced ease, her every movement exuding confidence.
"Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're a lady," Jack said with a playful smirk, trying to lighten the tension.
Dora's eyes narrowed. "I don't care what you do. I won't spare you, even if you were the most handsome man in the universe," she spat, her voice dripping with venom.
Jack chuckled, but his eyes were sharp, analyzing her every move. "You're a mixed blood too, aren't you? And a mage, no less. That's overkill in my book."
Dora's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you—?" she started, but Jack cut her off.
"Let's make this interesting," he said, his tone turning serious. "If you win, you can do whatever you want with me. But if I win, you come with me to my kingdom. No harm will come to you, and you won't be forced to join our forces. Deal?"
Dora hesitated, her pride warring with her caution. She knew Jack was dangerous, but his offer was tempting. Before she could respond, Jack added, "Or are you scared of losing? I thought you'd accept instantly. Guess I was wrong."
Her pride won out. "I accept your challenge," she said, her voice firm.
Without warning, she drew her bow and fired a dark arrow at Jack. He reacted instantly, nocking an arrow and firing it to intercept hers. The two arrows collided mid-air, exploding in a burst of dark energy.
Jack didn't wait for the smoke to clear. He fired four arrows in rapid succession, each aimed at a different trajectory to force Dora into a difficult position. She dodged the first three with grace, but the fourth grazed her arm, drawing blood.
Dora gritted her teeth, her anger rising. She channeled her mana, forming a massive dark arrow that glowed with ominous energy. "Remember my name—Dora!" she shouted, releasing the arrow.
The arrow multiplied in the air, raining down on Jack like a storm of darkness. He looked up, his expression calm but focused. "Dora, huh? I'll remember that," he said, preparing to counter her attack.
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The king stood at the center of the battlefield, surrounded by six demon commanders. Despite the overwhelming odds, his expression was calm, his golden spear radiating power. The demons attacked from all sides, their weapons and spells converging on him.
The king's eyes flickered as he analyzed their movements. He spun his spear, activating **[Golden Hurricane]**. A whirlwind of golden energy formed around him, absorbing the demons' attacks and sending them flying. The mage's dark flames were drawn into the whirlwind, turning it black before it exploded outward, scorching the demons.
The king didn't stop there. He dashed forward, appearing in front of the demon mage in an instant. Before the mage could react, the king's spear pierced his head, ending his life in a gruesome display.
The remaining demons, though injured, regrouped for a final attack. They channeled their energy into their swords, creating a massive **[Storm Slash]** that surged toward the king. He responded by throwing his spear, which collided with the attack in a blinding explosion.
When the dust settled, only one demon remained—Lourack, who had narrowly escaped the blast. The king approached him, his spear glowing with golden energy. "Any last words?" he asked coldly.
Lourack, though injured, managed a weak smile. "I have a message for you… from Slaxar, the demon god's last son."
The king's eyes narrowed. "What?"
Before Lourack could elaborate, Dora's voice rang out. "Let him go!" she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "He's the only family I have."
The king hesitated, his expression softening slightly. "I won't kill him," he said finally. "But you're both coming with me."
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In the infinity world, two figures watched as a massive explosion lit up the horizon. Slaxar, the demon god's son, grinned wickedly. "It's time to begin," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.
The stage was set for the rise of Zilon, the legendary warlock, and the beginning of a story that would change the fate of the world.