Chapter 783 - Final Battle (Part 8)
Chapter 783: Final Battle (Part 8)
Likely nobody had expected that the Hell Faction’s first major action taken by its human alliance would set off a chain of events leading to a worldwide war.
Perhaps nobody had expected what Sarwenstan would do in this war, but for him, the situation couldn’t possibly get any worse. While he was still busy doing his best to encourage the devils to fight for their species’ glory and history (if devils even had such a thing), he was also secretly preparing a path of retreat for himself.
According to my understanding, Chaos contained Order, and Order also contained Chaos. This was an endless cycle, just as how no world would ever have a country that could last forever, or that no oath could last forever.
The will of the Chaos Abyss controlled the Chaos Abyss and overly emphasized individuality and Chaos, which actually made Chaos lose its original purity.
“Forcibly preventing alliances is a type of alliance in and of itself. Is it really true Chaos to prevent all alliances and teamwork?”
Cynthia actually wanted to see the powerful individuals in the Chaos Abyss being enemies with each other, along with species such as demons and devils treating each other as mortal enemies.
If a certain individual was too powerful, then she would incite other individuals to become that person’s enemies, and give rewards to the victor. If the powerful individuals dared to try something like allying with each other or establishing a country together, then they would face the enmity of the entire Chaos Abyss.
Cynthia wanted to see powerful individuals becoming even more powerful by fighting with each other rather than see any type of organization or country be formed.
Thus, even the strongest Chaos Main Gods had never gained any territory for themselves in the mortal plane or tried to establish something like a country which would be more in the domain of Order. There were extremely few places in the Chaos Abyss which could be termed as countries. One of the few exceptions to this were the devils.
That was because it was necessary for the devils to exist.
“The meaning behind the devils’ existence is perhaps because of the demons’ existence. The devils are an alternate choice to the demons’ chaotic evil. It’s just an experimental possibility. But once this subtle balance disappears, no, once the hand that acted as the balance disappears, will there still be any meaning to the devils’ existence?”
Even without a majority of the powerful devils leaving, since the wars in the lower planes had fully broken out without Cynthia’s presence, and all demons were now attacking all devils, would the devils possibly have any chance at victory when they were severely disadvantaged in numbers as well as top-level strength?
The answer was obvious: the devils couldn’t possibly win. Were the devils supposed to still count on the demons’ internal warring against each other? Were the devils supposed to hope that the Demon Main Gods wouldn’t possibly ever ally with each other?
That wouldn’t be possible. Perhaps the demons hated each other, but everyone knew that demons hated devils more than they hated each other. Now that there were no more obstacles, the Demon Main Gods would be more than happy to agree to settle their personal grudges after killing all devils first.
The Devil Main God Sarwenstan had likely been scared countless times over the years as he thought about all of the possibilities throughout the long years.
Was Sarwenstan overthinking things? That was quite difficult to say. Sarwenstan was an outsider compared to the other two Devil Main Gods to begin with. And in this battle, he was now the only high-ranking leader of the entire devil species. Thus, he directly contacted Sophocles, whom he already had secret dealings with, and formed a hidden pact with Sophocles.
This would be the devils’ final battle where they wagered everything. If the devils could make a foothold for themselves in the mortal plane, then Sarwenstan naturally wouldn’t need to use his planned path of retreat, and this secret pact would become nothing more than an empty promise.
But, if Sarwenstan still lost this battle, then he would invoke this alliance when he was in the greatest danger. Then, the devils in the lower planes would let the demons come through as all remaining devils would voluntarily transform themselves into demons. Naturally, this meant that the devil species with such a long history would finally no longer exist in this world.
Still, changing species wouldn’t cause the devils to lose their intelligence, so if the sly devils all became really sly and violent demons, this wouldn’t really have much difference for the mortal plane.
But on the battlefield, nobody had expected such a situation to occur.
Countless high-level demons suddenly emerged from the Dimensional Door. Their bloodthirsty nature made them instantly use their personal abilities to teleport to the battlefield.
To ordinary mortals, there was no difference between demons and devils, nor was there any need to classify the differences, as the end result for them would be the same regardless.
But just as the human warriors thought that victory was before them after a bitter battle, endless fresh enemy reinforcements suddenly arrived. Several Chaos Main Gods’ arrival completely smashed the balance rather than simply tilting it towards one side.
The humans’ western battlefront immediately collapsed the moment that the Chaos Main Gods appeared.
It was now a bit past eight in the morning. The sun that should have been in the sky had completely vanished. Not a single bit of light remained in the entire area as the black-winged Sophocles howled in the sky and devoured all the light.
Donatis slowly picked up his greatsword from the ground while smiling in satisfaction. Two Truth-level archmages had just sacrificed themselves a few minutes ago so that others could retreat, which really satisfied Donatis’s desire to see valiant warriors.
Donatis decided to slightly break his typical rule and forget about his loathing of mages today as he gathered the two archmages’ souls to give them a chance to become his fallen heroic spirits.
Barbarot was the only one of the three Chaos Main Gods here who was a pure demon. He acted just like an ordinary demon, enjoying the fun of slaughter and warfare. However, he seemed to have lost himself in enjoying combat, and was now attacking the devils’ camp.
Still, there wouldn’t be much difference for him regardless. In fact, he even enjoyed the taste of the slightly tougher devils more.
This was the astonishing sight that I saw as I hummed while exiting my personal Hell world with great pleasure from the victory loot I just obtained.
The entire sky was pitch-black. I only saw hellfire meteors spreading flames and destruction as demons began a feast of slaughter. The bronze gigantic Chaos War God was searching for his next target. Not only were the humans collapsing against the tremendous number of high-level demons, even the devils were collapsing and running… The moment that the demons arrived here, they never viewed the devils as allies for even a moment.
“Hey, hey, hey, we clearly had the advantage just now, so did I enter the wrong movie theater? Maybe there was something wrong with the way I opened my personal world? Let me close the door and try again.”
I went back to and then exited my personal Hell world again, only to discover that everything was the same. I could only sigh helplessly as things had really become troublesome now.
No, things actually were different now. For instance, the giant Chaos War God was now staring right at me as if I was some sort of precious treasure, despite the fact that there were two mountains in between us.
Meanwhile, Sophocles the Deceiver in the sky also showed his unrestrained delight.
“Roland! I found you!”
At that moment, the entire battle stopped as everyone looked straight at me.
‘Um, Afu, do you still remember our alliance of friendship? Alright, let’s talk about that later as a certain Chaos War God is already charging at me, and I must run.’
“Donatis! I didn’t do anything to you!”
“…Cough, have you forgotten about how you previously attacked him with Ice Aeon? That was back at the elves’ land. Also, do you really think that Sophocles will care that there might be one less person to deal with Karwenz with regards to your ‘alliance of friendship’ as long as he thinks he has the chance to eliminate you?”
“…Silly cat, do you know what killed the cat? Too much honesty.”
I kicked Harloys’ clone far away while taking a deep breath and preparing my sword and shield for combat.
Even though several dozen kilometers had been between us, this was a close distance for a Chaos Main God. At such a close distance, running would be meaningless, so I could only prepare for a bitter battle in order to survive.