The Demon King's First General
Chapter 126: Eimereen Seethe

Chapter 126: Eimereen Seethe

Blue flames lit up the sky, giving extreme heat to the humans standing on the ground. The view it created created a majestic atmosphere. Beside this curtain of flames was a throne made of silver with intricate curvings floating in the air, with a man sitting on it. His eyes were looking below, watching as his army of demons trampled and destroyed everything on their paths.

"Eimereen," the man blurted out, and a woman with stunning beauty appeared right beside him.

"Yes, My Lord!" The woman said with a curl on the corner of her lips.

Her eyes were yellow-bright like the morning sun, and contrary to that, her hair was darker than darkness. She was wearing a black battle dress with a touch of silver that hugged her tightly, showcasing the curves of her body.

"Where is Arthur?" The Demon King asked without averting his eyes from the massacre beneath them.

"My Lord, the General left the frontlines the moment we engaged in the battle," the woman replied with confidence; however, the smile on her face shattered upon hearing the Demon King’s next words.

"I’m asking where he is," Cinhard repeated, still calm.

"My Lord, even I, myself, find it troublesome to track the general’s whereabouts, but I’ll still look into it," Eimereen answered.

Then, without waiting for Cinhard’s reply, she bowed down and stepped backward. Her image disintegrated into tiny particles and vanished into thin air.

The second after Eimereen left, Cinhard sighed and tapped his forefinger on the throne’s arm.

’I need to conquer the whole continent before those flying lizards take action,’ he thought as he looked above the clouds.

. . . . .

At the same time, humanity thrived to fend off the demon army, but their sudden appearance caused heavy damage to their part. They were caught off-guard, but they still counterattacked with a man leading the mercenaries.

A pendant with a glowing white crystal was hanging from his chest. He tore demons apart, one after the other, with his bare hands alone.

As soon as he caught the enemy, he crashed their limbs into pieces and even ripped their mouths.

"Those who are injured, retreat! Those who can still fight, follow my lead!" The man yelled and sprinted, knocking down all the demon creatures in a straight path.

Each of them received a punch, enough to burst their skull open in that split second. The knights and mercenaries who saw this cheered and ran in the man’s direction.

"We can do this! Amiel is with us!’ One of the mercenaries shouted.

Although Amiel managed to raise their morale with his spirit and performance, the people still couldn’t help but worry whenever they looked above and saw the curtain of blue flames.

"There is no end to this; they keep on coming," said a knight after killing a lycanthrope in front of him.

Then he charged forward to slay more, but after a dozen of them pounced at him, he lost his ability to defend and had a gruesome death as the lycans tore his limbs from his body.

Amiel led most of the troops towards the enemy’s backline.

’Are they using a portal? If that was the case, why didn’t they head straight into the empire’s heart?’ He thought.

’No, we don’t have any record of a demon who could do such a thing. Even the Demon King himself had no ability to open a portal to mobilize his army,’ he added after leaving a hole in a warlock’s body.

Then he glanced behind himself, and upon seeing that the humans were doing fine, he clenched his fist and continued forward.

However, he was pushed back all of a sudden when a soft and fair hand landed on his chest. His armor was reduced to smithereens, but his body remained unscathed.

"Everyone fall back!" Amiel yelled, and it captured everyone’s attention.

They were stunned after seeing that the Diamond-Class mercenary’s armor was destroyed in just a blink of an eye, and a black tattoo of a weighing scale appeared on his chest. Amiel paid no attention to this, as he felt nothing from it.

"Hmnn, there is someone capable here," a voice sounded, and a silhouette appeared as thousands of shards formed a woman’s body.

"Eimereen, the Scale Sorceress," Amiel uttered.

"Hmnn, it’s my pleasure to be recognized, but the Lord has a task for me, so let’s do this fast, shall we?" The woman said.

With a slight wave of her hand, several clones of her appeared; the number reciprocated how many humans were present in the area.

"Everything should be balanced," she grinned.

Then the clones of her dashed to find their respective opponents.

"Leave them alone; your opponent is me!" Amiel exclaimed and charged at the sorceress.

With his fist as hard as steel, he swung it straight towards the woman; it created vibrations in the air, yet Eimereen just shrugged his arm before giving him a straight kick on the face.

Amiel moved his head sideward to evade, then he grabbed the woman’s leg with the intention of slamming her onto the ground.

However, his eyes widened upon noticing that he couldn’t even lift the sorceress. In that split second, he chose to leap backwards, creating distance from the woman.

"You won’t be able to lift me if you don’t exert all of your strength," Eimereen said as she appeared right in front of the mercenary.

The next second, with a thud, she knocked at Amiel’s chest, which sent the man tumbling away.

"You see, my Legacy ’Reciprocation’ is not as simple as you’ve thought it is," Eimereen stated while looking at Amiel, who was doing his best to stand again on his feet.

The Diamond-class mercenary felt pain all over his body, and thoughts about the woman in front of him surged through his mind.

’Eimereen Seethe-a demon hybrid, an existence born from a dragon and a vampire. How should I face this entity?’ He thought.

Then, screams from different parts of the place disturbed his contemplation. He looked around him and saw that all of the people who went with him were dead.

Anger and madness invaded his emotion so much that he charged at the woman in front without even thinking about what his next course of action was. He even failed to notice that all of the woman’s clones emitted different kinds of energies.

"You, really, humans, are the creatures I despised the most," Eimereen whispered.

Then she stepped forward and welcomed the mercenary’s fist head on, but the attack didn’t reach her as someone plunged downward and cut the mercenary’s arm before kicking him away.

"Lady Eimereen, I found the General’s location," the demon stated as soon as he turned around and faced the woman.

The demon was drenched in blood; his hand, which was holding a sword, had blue markings that crept all the way to his face. Three curled horns protruding from the right side of his head gave him a menacing appearance, while the sword he held gave off the opposite. The golden carvings of a flying phoenix could be seen on its black blade; its hilt had a touch of violet, and a small blade was protruding from it backwards. These gave the sword an unusual yet elegant appearance.

"Then, lead me there, Liehj," Eimereen said, her eyes filled with excitement.

Afterward, she held the man’s chest, and their bodies disintegrated into pieces before vanishing from the place.

Amiel watched this scene happen with bloodshot eyes.

"Damn it!" He cursed as he slammed his hand on the ground.

It was clear as day that he was defeated in just a few exchanges, but he didn’t let this get to him. He stood up and looked at the ghouls staring at him like some sort of food. Their numbers exceeded a thousand, and Amiel was too deep into the enemy’s army, making retreating not a plausible option.

Surrounded by demon creatures, Amiel clenched his fist. With an arm missing and no equipment to be used, he fought against thousands of demons with brute force and willpower alone.

At the cost of a limb, a hero was born in the midst of despair.

. . . . .

A few moments ago, outside a tavern, three people started to fight the demons wreaking havoc in the town. The two men wielded swords, slashing their opponents with ease, while the woman used twin daggers.

With agile movement, they managed to decrease the casualties, but another wave of ghouls, gargoyles, and werewolves appeared in the vicinity.

Even though they still had the strength to fight back, the three brave warriors only held out for a couple of minutes just to let the other people run into safety.

"There are too many of them; can I still not use my flames?" The woman yelled, the veil on her face tainted with blood.

"Only use it when necessary; otherwise, that man above would not spare us even a second after seeing the color of your flames," the bearded man answered, shouting.

"Princess! I think you should run first; find a safe place to hide; we’ll follow you right after," the other man suggested.

"But-" the woman replied, but the bearded man didn’t give him the time to continue.

"No buts, Young Lady, your safety is our top priority! Move!" He yelled.

Upon hearing this, the woman looked at him, and upon seeing the smile on the man’s face, she bit her lips and turned around to leave.

Gargoyles wanted to chase her, but the two men blocked their paths.

"Let’s do this and catch up to her soon; if something happens to her, even if we die here, the emperor will resurrect us just to kill us again." The bearded man laughed at his own words.

"You’re not mistaken regarding that!" The other man replied, nodding.

Without them safeguarding the princess, their entire minds were focused on the battle, and after a long, tiring hour, they managed to subdue the demons.

. . . . .

Meanwhile, in a forest inside the Plain of Fantasies, a silver-haired man dressed in a maroon-colored coat was lying underneath a giant shade of a tree. His eyes were closed, and both of his arms were under his head, using them as a cushion.

Aside from the little monsters chirping and the rustling sound of leaves due to the wind, the place was covered in a peaceful silence.

However, this tranquility shattered as the crashing sound of dried leaves when someone stepped on them produced noise in the area. This made the man open his eyes, and he sat up to look where the footsteps came from.

Several meters away, he saw a woman with half of her face hidden in thin clothing staring back at him.

. . . . .