55 Vassago's Choice.
Adrian locked eyes with Lord Vasago who clenched his teeth hard. His aura was flaring in pure rage as he could feel that whoever the Soul Lord was, he was looking down on him. He did not even see his eyes or his face as Adrian had his helmet on.
Adrian wanted to keep his appearance hidden from people for the wow effect. He crossed his arms as he looked down on the Devil. His voice was distorted as the helmets were designed to increase the fear felt by the enemies of the Fume Knights.
Enemies with lower morale were easier to slaughter and fear was a good way to do just that. Cough was an expert in his craft as he had personally forged most of the gear of the Fume Knight order long ago during the Age of Gods.
"So, what will you choose? You can submit and spare your clan from being turned into my Loyal Demons, or you can resit and join after as my Demons. You are the only one I am offering this opportunity to after all. You would be smart to think it over."
Lord Vasago bit on his tongue as he nearly attacked in rage, but he forced himself to cool his pride.
"Why are you doing this?"
Adrian pointed at the battlefield.
"While fighting and war are reason enough, there is a higher reason. The Blood god demands offerings. Khorne cares not from where the blood flows only that it flows and I am here to let the blood flow."
Hearing the name made them all shiver. Just hearing that name was enough to make their blood run cold as something thirsted for it. They could feel that whoever Khorne was, he would love nothing more for their blood to stain the field of battle."
"You are a maniac, and so is your master."
Adrian chuckled which unerved the Devils.
"Master? I never said he was my master, he is my superior in the chain of command. My real master is something you do not want to see. Even I do not dare piss them off. Besides, you are running out of time. Choose or be chosen for."
Vasago looked at Lathia who was begging him to give up. He would just sentence their clan to death if he fought back. Lord Vasago looked down at his crocodile mount who nodded.
'If we fight, we will just become his slaves. I can feel he has more troops with him than just this.'
"Will we be turned into mindless slaves?"
"Not at all, Lathia wants to rule your clan so it would not make sense to take your free will. Of course, you will have to swear on your yours to not betray me."
While they spoke, Amara floated down next to him like she was his royal guard. In Lord Vasago's eyes, Adrian was the most dangerous person here as he was the master of his servants. He glanced next to Adrian and locked eyes with Rexam who looked bored.
'Why does that man feel as strong as the Dragon next to the Soul Lord? How strong is the Soul Lord to be able to control two monsters such as these.'
He activated a magic spell to speed up his thinking speed. He needed to make the best choice as his wrong choice would sentence him to eternal life as a slave. While he was in the middle of thinking, Baraqiel gathered his troops. His eyes were razor-focused as he did not know why the Soul Lord wanted to talk to him after.
"Everyone prepare for mass teleportation. We are getting out of here, Azazel needs to know about this."
Just as his troops were about to agree, Baraqiel froze as he felt the cold feeling of a blade on his neck. His lightning began to crackle instinctively to get rid of the assassin. A massive storm of holy lightning surrounded Baraqiel and the assassin he expected to be dead.
Instead, they looked to be just fine with not even a scratch on them. If anything all his lightning was absorbed by them.
'Impossible, even Lucifer would not dare take my attack head-on?'
The Demon felt kind enough to answer as he liked to brag about his equipment.
"My clothes are made from the skin of a Lightning Shadow Dragon. Your lightning is not getting past it."
Baraqiel glanced behind him to look at the assassin. They wore pitch-black scaled leather robes that crackled with lightning. The only feature visible on them was the pair of panther ears and the long tail that wagged behind. This was the best Assassin of the Demons named Xander.
He was famous in his original world for assassinating the Dragon whose skin he was wearing. His daggers were forged from its Dragon Heart and its two largest teeth. He was in the Superclass easily while Baraqiel was at the peak of the Satan class. The difference was far too extreme for him to react, and Xander was his natural foe.
"The Soul Lord can't have you leave without hearing him."
Baraqiel took a deep breath as he tried to relax.
"I will talk."
"Good, you can stay with me for now. Can't have the leader running now can we?"
Baraqiel knew that the blade on his neck was not made of steel. He did not know what was in it, but he knew it could cut through him like he was nothing. The Fallen Angels around him all backed off and aimed magic spelled at Xander and Baraqiel.
Many of them tried to escape by teleporting away to warn Azazel and the rest of Grigori. As for the ones who aimed their spells they froze when they heard an aged voice chuckle at them. The voice sounded to be that of an old man who had one foot in the grave.
"You already bothered to come out here, it would be rude to just leave. Play with this old man for a while."
They turned to where the source expected an old decrepit man. Instead, they saw something entirely different from the sound of his voice. Viron the best mage of the Demons blew gently and destroyed all of their magic circles. He stopped over 500,000 Fallen Angels in a second.
All of their attacks and teleport circles were canceled just like that.
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
"He stopped all of us?"
"ATTACK! HELP LORD BARAQIEL!"
Baraqiel cursed at their words. He was going to stop them, but Xander placed the knife on his throat to save him. He did not want him to even bother Viron who was a little crazy.
"Do not speak. Pray they do not excite the old man."
Baraqiel turned to the source of the voice and saw Viron in the flesh. His voice and his body had nothing in common. He stood at a staggering 15 feet tall and looked like a Draconic Demon.
He was a half Dragon as his mother married a dragon long ago. He had a humanoid face with a giant set of black horns. His eyes were slits like those of a dragon and even his tail was of a dragon. His skin was dark grey with most of it covered in black scales.
A giant set of draconic wings emerged from his back while his robes were elegant and proper. A large black beard reached his naval that covered his face. It was perfectly combed and held neatly with jewelry made of precious magical metals. At his side was a magic staff that looked to be mixed with a halberd.
He was the oldest of the Demons as he had served as the court Battle Mage for over 25,000 years. He was above the Superclass, but he still had not entered the Heavenly Class like Rexam. It annoyed him somewhat, but Rexam was unique and young.
Only 5,000 years old while Viron had gotten stuck. Not everyone was lucky like Rexam as he would say. He glanced at the Fallen and created their magic circles when he looked at them. He analyzed them in a second and started combing them with his own magic. A mage always liked to research magic even one like Viron.
He had personally fought the God of Magic for over a month and killed him. He even took the god's Divine Spark and body which he still had. He was the one who trained Rexam when he defeated the previous Demon King. So far he was not impressed with this world's mages.
At least these mages as he did not think all of them would be dumb like these.
"You call that magic? Disappointing."
Xander shook his head as he tried to get his interest back.
"Sir, these are just cannon fodder. The real magic experts would be elsewhere."
Viron played with his beard with a bored look on his face.
"I sure hope so. Guess we will do this the old fashion way."
He grabbed his magic staff that mixed a halberd as he was just as skilled in armed combat as he was in magic. Baraqiel grit his teeth as he was not allowed to even stop his troops from doing something stupid. Many of them rushed toward Xander who raised an eyebrow at their speed.
'Slow, they have barely mastered their weapons. They see it as a separate part of themselves and have no weapon intent. Fools.'
"I can see some of you are quite old and yet none of you have even touched weapon intent. I will have to teach you I guess."
He waved his staff slowly through the air that looked simple to others. However, formless energy covered it, and the ones who could see it saw that he swung once, but his Halberd Intent multiplied his attack into hundreds of them.
Any Fallen Angel that was attacking at that moment were suddenly cut off from their bodies. He severed their connection with their souls with a simple attack making them fall limp.
Baraqiel closed his eyes as thousands of Fallen Angels fell limp toward the ground.
"The master has a use for your bodies, but he wants me to keep you alive. I guess I can return this to you."
The Fallen whose souls he had served from their bodies suddenly woke up again. They screamed in horror at the terrible feeling of being disconnected from their bodies. The Fallen who did not attack him were frozen in shock as none of them stood a chance against him.
Baraqiel looked not at Viron or Xander, but directly at Adrian who was still speaking to Lord Vasago.
'Who is behind that helmet?'
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Uriel got up and popped his jaw back into place. He looked at the angles who followed him and saw they all looked like statues. They were grey like stone and seemed to be completely lifeless.
Hundreds of thousands of them were petrified like statues in the air. He glanced at his cheek which was turning to stone as well.
'If she wanted to, she could turn me into a statue as well. I heard a new Dragon showed up that could rival the Heavenly Dragons, I guess that is her. Why has a Dragon of this power submitted to someone else? It is totally against dragon pride? Unless-'
He grabbed his holy sword and glanced at Amara.
'I got one chance.'
Suddenly, he saw a woman jump down from the griffon Adrian was on. She looked similar to the one next to Adrian so he assumed they were related. She had pale grey skin, a pair of bull-like horns coming from her head, and long dark brown hair.
She was taller than he was as she stood 7'4 while he was only 6'3. That was the genes of Rexam who was as tall as Adrian. Aurelia landed on the ground and walked toward Uriel.
"You did not falter even when faced with a foe as strong as Amara. Show me if your world will be a challenge to my father."
"Is your father the Soul Lord?"
"No, not in the slight. He is the one next to the Lord. He is so far unimpressed with your world's angels and Devils. If you are what counts as strong, it won't take long before your whole world bends the knee."
Uriel grit his teeth as he saw she was totally looking down on him.
"World? I get it now, you are not from this world. You are invaders."
"Smart, we are not from this world. None of us are, but it does not matter. Show me your power, angel."
She clenched her fists as she followed in her father's footsteps. Unlike him though, she did not completely give up on her magic. Uriel charged toward her while boosting his speed and strength with his holy fire.
Just as his holy sword was going to land on her face he felt a massive impact in his chest. He looked down and saw her fist had landed on his sternum. He was launched backward for several miles without end in sight.
Rexam who saw that sighed in disappointment.
"I get that people at my level are rare, but is there really no one who can give me a challenge?"
Adrian glanced at him and nodded.
"Certainly. Who we are dealing with is strong to a certain extent, but they are not the strongest. Now, Vasago, time is ticking. You either join me as a Devil with free will, or a Demon who lives to serve. I would choose well."
Lord Vasago grit his teeth as he gazed at Adrian who was on the back of a giant griffon. He got off of his crocodile mount as he knew this was for the best.
If he fought back his whole clan would be wiped out. Either by The Soul Lord or his servants.
"I will bend the knee."
Adrian smacked his teeth which Lord Vasago heard. Adrian wanted him to fight back so he could unleash his Abyss Demons on him.
"You will not be disappointed. Now, Baraqiel. Let's chat."
He turned to the captured Cadre as he was still wanting to get to know Azazel. His knowledge was valuable so he preferred to be ally with him instead.
Now it depended if Baraqiel would hear him out though.
