THE DEMON WAR CHRONICLES

Chapter Nine:Fall from Two Sides

The sky shook with explosions of flames and blood, and the cries of soldiers and fighters echoed between the rocks like an unrestrained hellish reverberation. Blood covered the stones, corpses piled up in every corner, and the wind carried the scent of burnt metal and flesh.

In the heart of the battle, Asmodeus stood, his torn body covered in black blood, breathing heavily, iron chains wrapping around him like iron serpents. Hades’ eyes glowed with coldness, and his dagger gleamed like blades of death.

Hades, sarcastically tightening the chains:

> "Feeling suffocated yet, King of Demons?"

Asmodeus laughed, black blood dripping from his mouth:

> "Hahaha… I will not fall before the likes of you! And this world will exhale its last breath!"

Phoenix leapt high, flames consuming his wings, and his blazing sword cut through the air toward Asmodeus’ chest. The latter opened his jaws, releasing a massive wind roar, throwing Phoenix’s body to an unknown place.

Asmodeus: "The chicken has fallen." Then he turned to Hades and said: "You’re next."

On the other side of the arena, Ashura stood, his body torn, blood spraying into the air, yet he smiled a mad smile that widened with every strike he received.

Aletheia, panting heavily, wiped the blood from her mouth and raised her spear again. Dragmor, half his chest covered in blood, spread his wings, and Falkoris dragged his sword despite a broken arm.

Ashura, laughing madly:

> "Three against one… and yet you fall! What nonsense!"

Aletheia (angrily, charging forward):

> "You won’t escape… you scoundrel, even if we all die here!"

They launched three consecutive attacks: a spear thrust, a sword strike, and a blazing wing flame. Blood exploded from Ashura’s body, yet he drove his scythes into Dragmor’s belly, cut Falkoris’ shoulder with his spear, and then kicked Aletheia, smashing her against a stone wall.

While the major battles raged, soldiers fought fiercely on the ground.

War birds flew above the ghouls, dropping on them like knives.

The dwarves crafted moving shields, blocking ghoul attacks, and striking with hammers and axes.

The orcs fought relentlessly, each axe strike slicing through enemy corpses, screams filling the sky.

A young soldier, eyes full of fear, shouted:

> "Keep going… do not retreat!"

But another soldier, bloodied, replied:

> "Every step forward… even if death awaits us!"

Narrator:

> "In the heart of every battle, every soldier was part of hell, where courage and death meet at the edge of the sword."

At the same time, Beelzebub, the Prince of Gluttony, appeared, devouring dozens of souls and ghouls.

Verculac, his face covered in blood:

> "Scoundrel, it’s time for me to taste some of your blood!"

He attacked alongside Volker and Tarok at once, but Beelzebub threw them away with a single strike.

Verculac (angrily, eyes burning):

> "Whisper of Death—Spear of Blood!"

The spear was lethal, piercing Beelzebub’s shoulder and pinning him to the ground. His scream echoed across the sky:

> "It hurts… it hurts… it hurts!"

Tarok charged, raising his massive axe, releasing a wave of energy:

> "Roar of the Axe!"

Beelzebub’s side split with a huge strike, black blood rushing everywhere.

Volker in front, his claws sparkling with deadly sparks:

> "Moon Tear!"

He slashed deep lines across Beelzebub’s chest, forcing him to retreat, but suddenly Beelzebub extended his hand, grabbing Tarok’s entire body, and devoured him alive.

Verculac (eyes wide in shock):

> "The Orc Leader!!!"

He suddenly transformed into a huge demonic black bat, wings stretching, fangs like swords, and lunged at Beelzebub, his jaw clamping down violently.

Tarok’s son screamed, tears streaming:

> "!!! The old maaaaan!!!"

But the Orc leaders held him back, preventing him from self-harm:

> "Stop!! Don’t come closer!!"

Verculac smiled mockingly:

> "Glutton, this will be your worst feeling—you will be eaten."

The place shook with the sound of fangs breaking inside Beelzebub’s body. Half of his body was torn in a bloody explosion, and his final scream vanished into the sky.

Soldiers of all races froze in place, their faces filled with shock and horror.

An elven warrior put her hand over her mouth, trembling:

> "…What is this…?!"

Commander Kardan struck his chest with his fist, his voice hoarse:

> "Great Tarok… we will never forget his sacrifice!"

The demon generals were stunned after witnessing Beelzebub’s end.

Volker stood, blood dripping from his claws, raising his head toward the transformed Verculac, whispering:

> "We lost a leader… but we won this fight."

Tarok’s son fell to his knees, screaming from the depths of his heart:

> "I swear…… I will make sure we win this war!!!"

Asmodeus, sarcastically:

> "What a shame… a demon general falls at the hands of a petty vampire."

Hades tightened his chains and laughed:

> "Hahaha! Don’t worry… you’re next."

Rage ignited in Asmodeus’ eyes, his torn body glowing with darker, denser power, and the ground around him cracked.

Morlock (deep voice, clenching his fist):

> "Rest in peace, Beelzebub… your blood will not be in vain."

Oungan (laughing madly):

> "Kehihihi! I didn’t think that fat pig would fall so quickly!"

Poseidon, narrowing his eyes while raising his trident:

> "Stop laughing, you madman… let’s end this old man first, then mock as you please."

Morlock, angrily:

> "Dare to mock a comrade, and you’ll pay the price."

Narrator:

> "The gluttony general fell, taking with him the Orc king in a balanced defeat. Who will fall next?"