The Demon King's First General
Chapter 202: Threat Of An Invasion

Chapter 202: Threat Of An Invasion

"What have you done?" X’yeth snarled as he tried to free himself from the strange light covering his wounds.

The tentacles under his chin moved and assaulted the demon in front, but they were cut without remorse. Then, like his limbs, the white light started to cover the tentacles, preventing them from healing.

"Nothing much, but..." Zeno answered with a smile on his face.

Afterward, he leaned forward and struck the scythe’s opposite end on the Cthulhu’s shoulder.

"Let me remind you, only I have the liberty of asking questions, so just stay right there and be an obedient dog. Do I make myself clear, self-proclaimed god?" Zeno asked with conviction, his voice cold and filled with menace.

The atmosphere behind him turned heavy as his presence became more terrifying. The cthulhu stared at the soul devourer, and in that moment, he felt fear.

A shiver ran down his spine; the more he looked at him, his eyes, intimidating, were like those of a hungry beast waiting to devour him whole.

’No! This can’t be! I’m not accepting it!’ X’yeth shouted inside his thoughts.

He summoned his strength and tried to free himself one more time. His dark energy produced miasma, which killed the environment around him.

Trees and bushes decayed while the land was scorched black as he denied the demon’s suffocating presence.

Then, it began to eat the strange light covering his wounds, and his lips curled into a wide grin upon seeing this kind of development.

"Fool!" X’yeth exclaimed, and his laughter reverberated.

However, his joy was shattered when the miasma vanished all of a sudden.

"W-What? W-What happened?" He asked, stuttering in confusion.

But the only reply that he got was a straight punch, almost pulverizing his face. The ground around him caved in and trembled for a moment. His face was crushed beyond recognition, but unlike his other wounds, it soon regenerated.

The white light didn’t envelop his head.

"Try something again, and I won’t mind killing you right away," Zeno stated.

However, the cthulhu denied his words as he laughed and even replied with a mockery.

"I dare you to do so. My kin are a lot stronger than me, and you and your useless world would be nothing but ruins once they arrive," X’yeth said.

Upon hearing his statement, the demon pulled back his arm, and for the second time, he slammed it again all the way into the cthulhu’s face.

With Jack’s Legacy being active along with the jet-black gauntlet covering his fist, X’yeth’s head burst open. Blood splattered and brain particles scattered, but his regenerative skill worked wonders, as seconds after, his head appeared unscathed despite the massive damage.

"You can’t kill a god!" X’yeth snarled, his eyes staring straight at the demon.

However, he couldn’t help but furrowed his brows upon seeing the grin present on the soul devourer’s lips.

"I think you’re forgetting something," Zeno stated.

Then he plucked the creature’s left ear, causing it to grit in pain. Afterward, the strange light appeared in the wound on his ear, and, like the other parts of his body, it prevented it from regenerating.

"You’re not dead yet not because I can’t kill you but because I’m still not killing you," Zeno imparted with the coldest tone he could muster.

"What are the cthulhu exactly? Where are you from?" he added.

In that moment, X’yeth’s heart raced, and he learned to accept that the existence before his eyes was not a prey but an apex predator.

’I need to warn the others that this world has someone who can rival our strength, but how?’ X’yeth thought as he realized that his death was imminent.

His fate was already sealed, but he still refused to cooperate; to give the demon the information that he wanted was like betraying his kin.

Thus, he chose to keep his silence; he remained motionless as he stared at the demon.

’Just kill me; you won’t get anything from me anyway,’ X’yeth thought.

"Your face makes me bored... I hate that," Zeno uttered.

Then, a circular white line emerged with him as the center; it started as small, but its radius continued to expand until it disappeared from the demon’s line of sight.

Seconds turned into minutes, but the demon just stood still, void of any actions, which made the cthulhu puzzled.

’What is he doing?’ X’yeth pondered, his eyes tainted with curiosity.

Little did he know, the demon was searching for lifeforms similar to him through Eliana’s Legacy. And after a few moment, Zeno clicked his tongue and reverted his gaze back to the monster.

"There’s nothing in here now; you’re the only ugly octopus bastard present in this world," he uttered.

’Ugly octopus bastard?’ X’yeth repeated in his thoughts; he was more concerned about the thing that the demon called him than what he did just now.

"When will your kin arrive so that I can prepare a barbeque party?" Zeno added, his voice sarcastic and condescending.

X’yeth heard the demon loud and clear; he even realized the mockery behind his words, but like his previous state, he refused to cooperate. He gave the demon a cold shoulder.

Given this fact, Zeno felt irritated at some point; torturing someone to make them spill the beans was never his forte. However, it happened that there was someone present who excelled in that aspect.

Without further ado, he glanced at the black dragon busy dealing with the enchantress.

"Blackwell," Zeno called. His voice was not that loud, yet the black dragon noticed him without fail.

"Let them leave for now; I’ve got something more interesting than them," he added, smiling.

Then, he gave Celestine a glance before reverting his gaze back to the black dragon. The enchantress’ and the demon’s eyes locked in a silent exchange, and even though it was only a few seconds, it was enough for him to convey a message.

’I’ll let your soul ripen a little longer, so it will be sweeter on the day of its harvest,’ Zeno thought.

. . . . .

Celestine’s heart raced; it beat louder than usual. She felt a shiver run down her spine. The demon said no words, but his dull, cold eyes made her more restless than ever, as if a death sentence was already served.

"Be thankful, your life has been extended," Blackwell’s voice echoed, waking the enchantress up back to reality.

Without waiting for her reply, the black dragon flapped its wings and descended next to the demon, leaving her alone with her countless thoughts. Then she heard Djaleryse’s voice.

’C-Celestine,’ the woman stuttered, calling out her name.

She was not in good shape after experiencing the backlash of her Legacy; even standing was too difficult for her.

The enchantress plunged downward and helped her comrade; she wrapped her arm around her back to assist her while the umbrella flew above them.

"Endure it a little longer; the professor will take care of you," Celestine whispered next to her ear.

Then, when they were about to leave, they heard a painful, horrifying shriek coming from the strange creature. The enchantress took a peek behind them, and she felt stupefied as she saw how the black dragon chomped the cthulhu’s head, ground it inside his mouth, spat the minced flesh, and waited for it to regenerate.

Whenever X’yeth’s head was restored, Blackwell would repeat the same process. This scene made Celestine horrified. She experienced different kinds of death during her early years, but being tortured through a dragon’s mouth was beyond her imagination.

’Disgusting,’ she thought while shaking her head.

Then, she glanced at the soul devourer watching the nauseating scene with a smile plastered on his face, but as the demon noticed her gaze, she averted her eyes right away.

The umbrella above them closed, and the two women’s silhouettes disappeared before it flew upward and vanished in the vast blue sky.

. . . . .

Meanwhile, as Blackwell was repeating the process of munching the cthulhu’s head, he asked a question for the demon standing a distance away from him.

"General, pardon my curiosity, but why do you let them leave? You can dispose of them while I check on this thing," Blackwell said, his voice laced with respect.

Upon hearing his question, Zeno looked above and stared at the sun. It took several seconds before his lips showed some movement.

"Nothing in particular; it’s just that she keeps on giving me surprises whenever we meet, and their goal to open the underworld is..." Zeno paused and diverted his gaze to the cthulhu before continuing. "Plus the discovery of a certain species from a place we never thought existed."

The soul devourer chuckled at his words. Then he leaned backward and let his body fall on the ground. He stared at the vast sky with a smile.

"An all-out war to determine the true ruler of this world with the threat of an invasion at any point in time. That would be interesting to watch," he uttered.

Blackwell squinted his eyes as he turned around and looked at the demon.

"General, are the ancient demons really crueler than the Demon King?" He asked.

Without averting his eyes from the sky, Zeno answered. "No... They’re not crueler; they are the embodiment of chaos. Cinhard was nothing compared to them."

"Then why are you looking forward to the opening of the underworld, knowing that Exgreia would suffer once they regain freedom?" Blackwell replied with a question.

Zeno didn’t reply right away; he stared at the horizon, contemplating before he gave out an answer.

"Among them, there’s someone I want to see," he said, followed by a sigh.

. . . . .

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