Chapter 179: No Mercy
"What the fuck was that?" the governor cursed. The sound of the drums was loud and clear; he could even feel the ground trembling beneath him.
"Report, Governor!" A guard, a demon with goat horns and brown skin, came running and knelt. "The northern gate is under attack."
"Who's attacking?"
"General Morgana, Governor," the guard said, not daring to look up. "Her black and red banner was spotted outside the walls."
"General Morgana..." the governor mumbled, tapping the table, not sure how to react. "How many demons does she have?"
"A little over thirty thousand," the guard answered. A hint of fear was seeping through his voice.
The rise and the brutal campaigns of General Morgana were well-known in the demon world. Using unprecedented tactics and strategies, she was able to conquer a specific castle that even three demon lords couldn't in less than a year.
"What the hell is she doing here?" the governor cursed, his eyes narrowed, and his face twisted in confusion and anger. "She's supposed to be in her castle resting. Why is she attacking us?"
"I'm not sure, Governor," the guard bowed his head, sweating.
"Sigh... never mind, you can leave," the governor waved his hand.
"Understood," the guard bowed before standing up and dashing out of the room.
"This is bad," the governor shook his head, taking a deep breath, trying his best to stay calm.
The situation was bad—no, it was fucking terrible. The only thing the governor was worried about was his own life. The moment Morgana attacked, she declared open war, and with the demon kingdom being a monarchy that valued females and futa above males, there was no way for him to ask for help or demand punishment against General Morgana.
"Sigh... fuck," the governor cursed, slamming his fist on the table. The situation was fucked up. Not only was he going to lose his position and probably his life, but the queen might even take away his territory and give it to Morgana if he survived.
"You keep what you take." That's the way of the demon world. Whoever has the strength rules. That's how the demon queen became the queen, and that's the same logic General Morgana will use to conquer him and take his city.
"Fuck, I can't believe she has that many troops," the governor gritted his teeth. "How did she gather so many?"
He should blame himself for that, or to be more accurate, his dick. General Morgana was his first daughter with Morgana, as well as 70% of her army. For ten years, the demon governor was busy impregnating Morgana after every torture session. Then, as a governor, he was required to give half of the newborns to the queen's army each month. And with Morgana giving birth to more than ten demons each day, that number quickly grew.
The governor was an idiot. A greedy and prideful idiot. He wanted more. The insane pleasure he gained from breeding and drinking Morgana's blood was like a drug. His addiction grew to the point where he didn't care about running the city, and all he wanted was to have his dick inside Morgana, watching as she gave him more soldiers while his belly was full of her blood.
"I don't get it," the governor cursed, massaging his temples. "Why is the general attacking us?"
"Because I'm sick of waiting," a voice suddenly spoke, forcing the demon governor's body to twitch. As the air suddenly chilled, his eyes darted left and right, looking for the source of the voice, but he failed to realize that the voice spoke directly into his mind.
"Come to me," the voice spoke again, and before the demon had the time to react, the light in his eyes suddenly vanished. He stood up, moving in a strange, unnatural way as if a puppet.
"You will pay for everything you did to me."
......
"FIRE!"
Bang! Bang!
A rain of arrows filled the red sky, fired from the walls, aiming at the approaching army. The volley was enough to kill more than half of the advancing demons, yet not a single demon was killed.
"Keep firing, you cowards!" the captain of the guard shouted, waving his sword. "Don't let them near the walls. We must take down that barrier!"
"Understood," the archers responded, pulling their strings and launching the arrows, trying their hardest to break the crimson barrier that surrounded the entire advancing army.
"Sir, we need more bloodstone arrows," a demon soldier came running, a sweaty face and tired breathing.
"We consumed all of them already?" the captain raised a brow, turning to face the demon standing next to him.
"Yes, sir," the demon soldier nodded. The panic was visible on his face.
"Damn it," the captain cursed, rubbing his temples, not sure what to do.
In order to break the barrier, they fired arrows made from bloodstones, a rare material the city was known for. Bloodstone arrows were the only thing that could break the barrier. However, the effect was not long-lasting. The moment the barrier was breached, another one took its place instantly.
"Get more bloodstone arrows, and tell the mages to hurry with whatever the fuck they've been doing this whole bloody time," the captain ordered with a roar.
"Y-Yes, sir," the soldier saluted before running down the wall toward the storage building.
"Sigh... this is bad," the captain muttered, shaking his head. The situation was grim. The assaulting demons outnumbered them massively, and to make matters worse, this same army had conquered the most fortified castles on the continent just last year. A mere mining city stood no chance.
"Sir," another soldier came, carrying a black wooden box with both hands.
"What now?" the captain cursed, glaring at the young demon.
"A message, sir," the young demon replied, kneeling and presenting the box to the captain.
"From who?" the captain tilted his head, not understanding the situation.
"The governor, sir."
"Huh? The governor sent us a message?" the captain asked, a little confused. "Why would he do that? The governor doesn't give a shit about us."
Nonetheless, the captain took the wooden box and opened it. Inside, he found a letter and a fist-sized red orb. The moment the captain's eyes landed on the orb, a smile formed on his lips.
"Ahh... now I get it," the captain nodded, picking up the orb and the letter. His smile kept growing as he read the contents of the letter. "Finally, that bastard did something good in his life."
"What is it, captain?" the young demon asked, staring at the smiling face of the captain, not understanding what happened.
"Hoho... I guess we'll have a chance to win this fight after all," the captain said, raising the red orb in the air. "This orb was made from the purest bloodstone and contains extremely destructive magic."
"Really, captain?" the young soldier's eyes shot open. A hint of hope gleamed in his eyes. "Can we win?"
"That's right. We'll blow these motherfuckers back to their mother's womb," the captain said with a laugh. "Too bad this weapon is a single-use and expensive to make."
"Stand back!" Ordering everyone to stand away, the captain took a deep breath and prepared his magic to launch the red orb at the advancing demon army. Unfortunately for him—
THUD!
"Huh?" Feeling something strange, the captain gazed down and saw that a blade was protruding out of his chest.
"W-Why?" the captain mumbled. The confusion was visible on his face. Slowly and painfully, he turned around to face the perpetrator, only to see the young demon staring at him with a blank look on his face.
THUD!
Pulling the captain's sword from its sheath, the young soldier lifted the blade and pierced the captain in the heart. In his confusion, the demon captain failed to see that most of the soldiers around him met the same fate.
"Sigh..." the young demon heaved a deep sigh, reaching with his hand and taking the red orb from the captain's hand. Then he leaned and whispered in his ear.
"Everything is for the mother."
"S-Shit... you..." the captain opened his mouth, wanting to curse the young demon. However, not a single word came out, as his body fell to the ground and his life faded.
"Raise the banner," the young demon ordered, turning and facing the rest of the demons on the wall. "Send the signal and prepare to open the gate."
"Yes, brother," the soldiers responded, raising the black and red banner and waving it, sending the signal. A moment later, the crimson barrier covering the army of thirty thousand demons suddenly disappeared, and the entire demon army, which at this point had been slowly advancing, charged at the gate.
"Hehehe…" There, at the back of the army, General Morgana flashed a smile—a cold and cruel smile. A smile of victory.
'No mercy, my child.'
'Yes, Mother.'
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