"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Deafening roars of a multitude rang in the air.
The devastating battlefield rumbled as millions of footsteps trod the earth.
The graphic display of violence and intense emotion wafted in the atmosphere, and this blood-curdling passion kept rising at a never-ending tempo.
The first clash was between the Magic Beasts and the Demon Army.
Everyone forgot about positions and strategy and simply fought with all they had.
The wings combined and began a desperate struggle for survival.
It was no longer a war, but a one-sided Subjugation.
Dragons poured out breaths of burning flames or hardened frost. These breaths were in terrifying degrees that they decimated dozens—if not more—per second.
Harsh winds and flames as of purgatory were brought forth by the Griffins and several other powerful Beasts.
Destructive blasts raged, tearing apart the outnumbered victims of the massacre.
The land Magic Beasts did not spare the Demons as well.
They raged, using their superior numbers and extremely sharpened skills to turn the tides.
As they poured out in their multitudes, the Magic Beasts tore apart their foes.
Of course, they also suffered damage.
However, none were fatal.
Automatons in stealth pervaded the battlefield, healing the Allies who suffered damage.
They also buffed them with various spells, ensuring they had the strength to continue battle.
At no particular juncture, the combined army decided to join the murder fest.
It could have been because they were now bored of watching the Magic Beasts for all the work, or maybe their fear was completely eliminated and they simply wanted to have a piece of the action.
Before long, everyone was now participating.
They knew their superior numbers would cause some of them not to have a single kill.
Four million versus two.
Clearly, even if the numbers were to be equally divided, half of their troops would not see a single prey to vanquish.
Still, they charged into battle, hoping they could at least engage in the exercise.
"I won't fail this time!"
"Yeah! Let's show what we learned!"
Using the Magic Card given to them by Jared, the two Elves—Lemi and Freya—summoned Hugo.
The Ultimate Golem's size instantly stood out among the denizens of the battlefield.
Even the Giants were not as tall as the hulking Mecha warrior.
"We'll do it right, this time!"
"Yeah. I remember the controls well!"
Both Elves entered the massive structure and took full control.
Thanks to Jared's expert teachings, they had finally gotten the hang of things. That was why they were confident about using Hugo's features in such a saturated area.
Any little mistake from their end would cause a friendly fire.
"Let's goooo!!!"
These cousins weren't the only ones having fun, though.
At specific points on the battlefield, some rather interesting battles were occurring.
For example, Serah Crimson was currently fighting Zenkiel—Leader of the Demon Lords.
On another end was Serci, who was engaged in combat with Gerard.
Lubick tried to handle the entire battlefield, but found himself overwhelmed—especially because of the bombardments caused by Hugo.
His goal was to stop it, but even he met resistance.
Ivan Smith, as well as the other notable Elves, fought against Demon Generals.
It truly wasn't worthy of being called a fight.
It was a full-on massacre.
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"It's all your fault..." Someone murmured heavily.
It was none other than the Demon King himself.
He found himself all alone—desolate, as his people were cut down one after the other.
His right-hand man, Zenkiel had tried to protect him from a crazy red-haired woman, and they were now duking it out somewhere.
The few Magic Beasts that tried fighting him wound up dead, and the witnesses had enough sense to back off.
Everyone avoided him, and he ignored them. That was because his sights were set on only one person in the entire battlefield.
"Jared Leonard... it's all your fault!"
How a single child was able to completely turn the tides on the Demons was something Abellion could not fathom.
It wasn't that he was in any way unintelligent, but it was due to this very fact that the Demon King could not comprehend being bested by a mere human child.
No matter the amount of credit he gave to their Race, there was a limit to everything.
Yet, with the way the blond boy was smiling while in the air, watching the bloodshed from his elevated position, Abellion knew everything was all because of him.
Jared Leonard bested Zenkiel, his greatest strategist, in wits. He also commanded an army this immense.
Somehow, Abellion's pride was hurt. But, even worse was his rage.
'He must be responsible for Lydia's death!'
No, it even went beyond that.
The slaughter of his people could also be attributed to the pesky boy's interference. Everything was his fault.
"You bastard!" Abellion felt his body surge with uncontrollable emotions—and with those emotions came insurmountable power.
"Die!"
A purple portal appeared above him, and a dark, ominous sword was lunged in a flash.
>WHOOOOSSHHHH<
Moving faster than eyes could process, the blade was sent to sever Jared's head from his body, causing the thing to plop onto the ground.
The sword was capable of achieving this, and it went straight for the target.
However—
>CLANG!<
—It met resistance.
"Master, it seems the Demon King is after your head." A warbling tune came from the one who instantly parried the blade with a sword that it summoned at the last minute.
The Platinum Armored entity so easily deflected the sword, causing it to swerve away in the air.
'H-he... blocked it?!'
Abellion was impressed and also dazed by the Armored one's immense ability.
He could have sworn that neither of them had been paying attention to him before—and even the blond boy was yet to even look in his direction.
What kind of reaction speed would have been able to fluidly parry an attack you didn't previously see coming?
"I see..." The blond boy, Jared Leonard, murmured as he finally stared in the direction of a dumbstruck Abellion.
"You handle him, Gawain. I've found what I'm looking for."
