King of succubus

-Ack!!

Just after Flora's departure, who was obstinate to kill Groatian, the shrill cry of one of the members of the Delta squad, who was in charge of wiping out the enemy survivors, resounded thirty meters from Barade.

"Now that you have abandoned us to flee, I hope you will succeed in escaping and reporting our lamentable failure in this forest." The second general, who still seemed alive even though the bottom of his body was destroyed, shouted these words as if they were his last words before he died.

"Sigh, demons are really species in parts," Barade replied in a boring tone while clinging to his sword's wrist on his back.

But before he did anything, the second general's cheeks swelled like a plastic ball!

"Stay afar from this bastard! He's trying to take everyone with him because of his poisonous ski--!!

-Slice!

Barade's words were stuck in his throat when he noticed Myulan slice this latter's head before he went to the end of his suicidal actions.

But she did not stop there, knowing that one of her subordinates had just been severely injured because of her recklessness; Myulan was not careless with the second general.

She directly pierced his head with the tip of her spear, breaking the latter's brain core!

"How can you dream of causing us damage by being in such a pitiful state when you were not even able to do it when you were in a great condition?" She retorted, burning to nothing, the corpse of the second general with the scarlet flames emanating from her spear.

"Urgh! The girls of these two squads are terrifying!" Barade murmured to himself when he saw the ruthless actions of the elf woman with a black Hime cut.

--

Meanwhile, in the meantime,

"It's impossible. We have underestimated the strength of our enemies. I must, at all costs, inform his majesty of the threat this war represents for our people. *Cough! * we must retreat before it's too late." Breathless and severely injured with a missing hand and left foot, Groatian ran full speed through the forest to escape from a certain death.

He had already left the artificial forest and had already traveled more than ten kilometers outside the artificial forest.

-BOOM!!

Suddenly, he stopped in his footsteps, hearing the sounds of battles in the distance.

"Is the head general still alive?" Hehe, what an irony of fate. As we look for you in the trapped forest, you are always there, fighting valiantly by forgetting your role as a leader.

-If, If I betrayed others by fleeing, you still are the ones who have condemned us all because of your bad decisions and your excessive confidence in yourself." He whispered with a bitter smile.

Although he had two missing limbs, his speed was in no way lower than that of a low-ranking divine mage. But to save his divine energy and prioritize his regeneration, he no longer used too much energy for fear of running out of it.

"Fuck! My space ring remained on my left ring finger. Tsk, Tsk, for now, I have to leave here. In any case, the head general will have no chance against this army alone, even if he is nicknamed the invincible demon. On top of that, he couldn't be more unlucky to have this bastard as an opponent. Sigh, he still doesn't realize that this guy is playing with him.

-Rah! It's really a cursed day for us. First, an incompetent leader who rushes headlong into the trap of our enemies without understanding that they are trying to isolate him from his troops. If only he were with his squad or with us, no one would have the chance to defeat us. It's really a shame to have a five-star general who has nothing in his head.

He said these words while momentarily watching Alvine's fight against his head general. But just seeing the thin smile on Alvine's lips, he instantly guessed it was lost in advance.

But he himself did not know that he was currently being observed by Helene, who had also noticed his presence.

'Sigh, I guess I wouldn't need to take care of his case.' Helene whispered to herself, looking at Fyora, who had already caught up with Groatian.

But because of Groatian interest in the current battle, he did not notice Fyora flying at full speed toward him.

"Finally, if we all die here, our peoples will be forever condemned. I have to leave here and leave this idiot to his fate."

"Do you think you are qualified enough to moralize him? You, the son of a dog who abandoned his men?!"

But just when he wanted to avoid the confrontation zone of Alvine's clone against the head general, Fyora's cold voice resounded above him.

"Again YOU?!" He growled with rage, realizing Fyora's presence in the sky.

"From the moment a person becomes a general, his life will never be his until he voluntarily resigns. Your life will no longer be yours but the property of your subordinates. You must make decisions only in favor of your troops. It's amazing to see how could a little shit like you could be raised to the rank of a divine general of four stars?!" While retorting these words with rabid eyes, she landed calmly twenty meters from Groatian.

"W-What do you think you can do against me? Even if I am weakened, I always remain a high-ranking divine mage; defeating a slut like you will be only one--!!

Even before Groatian finished his words, Fyora's silhouette zoomed toward him with her two little daggers soaked in a golden aura!

!

Seeing Fyora's two daggers split the air towards his neck, he jumped back and staggered back a hundred meters from his old position.

But before he fell to the ground because of his unbalanced body, a hand helped him stabilize.

"?!"

But instead of sighing with relief, his expression turned into horror after he felt this delicate hand on his back.

"It's rather up to me to ask you the question. What does a high-ranking divine mage think will accomplish in such a lamentable state? You only delayed and disgraced your death in exchange for a few more minutes." Fyora's monotonous voice resounded behind him as she coldly whispered these words in his ears.

"W-Wait a sec--!

Suddenly, he felt an icy cold emanating from Fyora's palm, freezing the mana circulating in his mana veins.

And when he tried to move away from Fyora urgently, he realized, the moment after, that his body no longer obeyed him. Apart from his body, he could no longer use his energy or skills!

The simple contact of Fyora, an intermediate divine mage, sealed all his divine power!

Then, simultaneously,

[Skill: Eternal ice!]

His body began to freeze from the inside following Fyora's murmurs, who had just used her deviant affinity of ice control on him!

-Crack, craack-freez!

Barely a thousandth of a second had passed before Groatian turned into an ice statue.

"An intermediate divine mage, huh? Unlike your king, who relies only on a person's own power to become a general, the selection conditions to become a squad general in our army are impossible for ordinary mages." She said, removing her hand from Groatian's frozen status.

-whoosh-CRASH!!

Almost instantly, a blurred silhouette smashed against the status of ice, breaking it into pieces!

"Huh?! L-LORD?!" Fyora's eyes widened after identifying the person who had just impacted her masterpiece!

"Urgh! This bastard is really hard in this battle!" Alvine, who had only a few scratches, opened his eyes among the ice rubble while wiping the stream of blood on his lips with his mischievous smile that had still not left his lips since the last time.

"Hm? Ice?" He continued looking under him.

"A-Are you all right, my lord?!" Fyora stuttered, not believing what she saw in front of her.

"Huh? Hoo~?! Isn't it this dear general of the Beta squad?! Umm... Miss Fyora, if I remember well?!" He said with surprised eyes.

"It-It's an honor to know that the Lord still remembers my name!" She suddenly knelt in front of Alvine, who was always lazily lying in the middle of the rubble.

"Okay, okay. Now, can you give me a hand?" He then reached out to Fyora, who awkwardly helped him get up on the ground.

'Why is the Lord in such a state? His enemy is so powerful as to send him flying five hundred meters away like that?! Now that I'm here, I'm going to kill this bastard who dares to--!!

Before she continued in her thoughts, she felt Alvine's arms wrap around his waist as he swelled in the air.

-BOOM!!

Simultaneously! A giant crater was formed from their old locations, followed by the fierce impact of a gigantic creature over twenty meters!

-GROAAAAH!!

"What is...what is this thing?!" Fyora stammered these words when she saw the black beast creature anchored under her feet.

"Ah, that? It's my training comrade. They were originally hundreds, but now they have all merged and become a single shadow beast. Now, no matter how much I cut it in half, burn it or freeze it, this thing always manages to regenerate. So I ended up getting bored and giving it a chance to punch me to motivate it." He says without taking into account the extreme redness on Fyora's face.

"To motivate it?"

"Yes, a fight becomes all the more exciting when an enemy is motivated with the hope of being able to emerge victorious. By avoiding all the attacks of your enemy, he will eventually get bored, and the battle will also, therefore, become boring.

-That's why it's essential to give some gifts to your enemy to motivate her. The current situation of this shadow beast and its master are excellent examples to consider."

"Its-Its master?"

"Um, this boast ended up merging with his shadow beast after I killed his tiger and took its body in my ring. After all, I couldn't risk damaging such second-quality meat!"

"Uh... Um...

"Sigh, master, now that everyone is finished, it remains only you who fights." Seeing Fyora's confusion, who no longer knew what to answer to the incredulous words of Alvine's clone, Helene appeared next to her, recovering Fyora, who now looked like a defenseless person who needed the protection of others.

Hearing Helene's statements, Alvine sighed with relief.

"Finally, it wasn't very early. I guess I shouldn't make others wait either." He said, quietly going down to the shadow beast who was looking for him.

"Are you sure you don't need my help? After all, this beast now has a fighting power that is not inferior to that of a divine king." Helene asked once again.

"Sigh, no, you're wrong, little Helene; this shadow beast is weak compared to Brave King I faced when I was an emperor mage. On top of that,

-GROAAAAH!!

The gigantic body of the beast flashed toward Alvine and scratched him.

But like last time, he had no problem avoiding the beast's attack.

"...As I said, in addition to being weak, this hideous thing is not only super slow, but it is also predictable, and its attacks cruelly lack powers." He continued while continuing to be chased by the beast.

"He-He is incredible!" Fyora murmured, barely seeing the two silhouettes fighting in front of her eyes.

Regardless of her efforts and the magical powers she used in her eyes, she could only see the shadow of Alvine and the beast.

"Sigh, he's rather imprudent if someone asks me." At the same time, Ashia also appeared next to Helene.

"Helene, do you think the master will kill the head general with how many spells cast?" She then continued after briefly looking at Fyora, who did not seem embarrassed to be worn by Helene because she concentrated on the ongoing battle.

"Sigh, you always like betting. Umm, I would say that the master will need three major spells. The first two to prevent the beast from regenerating, and the last to kill his enemy who is hiding inside his shadow beast." Helene said.

"Hoo? I would surely agree with you before, but currently, the master is not in his optimal state, so I would say he will need at least four major attacks. The first two are to expose his enemy.

-But knowing the careful nature of his enemy, I am sure he had already prepared for this kind of alternative. So in my hypothesis, the master will need at least two additional spells to kill his opponent." Ashia also commented by giving her opinion.

Meanwhile, Fyora did not know if she should convince these two women to help her lord or not.

'Why do they talk about victory when Lord Alvine is in bad condition?' She asks herself in her thoughts, looking under her with evasive eyes that could not hide her anxiety.

At the same time, Alvine himself, who avoided the attacks of the head general who had hidden in his divine domain, suddenly stopped.

After seeing this, a cruel smile emerged on the bloody mouth of the shadow beast, who thought it finally had the opportunity to shred its prey.

Instantly, she jumped towards him while pulling an orb of darkness that she had hastily formed.

"Well, it's time to finish, I guess," Alvine murmured as he held his hand in front of him.

A second after, the dark sphere impacted his palm.

But the next moment, the giant tiger's smile faded when it noticed that its deadly attack had just been sucked into Alvine's naked palm.

[Divine domain: Gehenna's area!] Anvine murmured, finally activating his divine field.

Instantly, the atmosphere around him increased, followed by the emergence of small black flames that lit up and gradually multiplied around him.

Barely a second after, thousands of black flames surrounded the entire area of Alvine.

Seeing the imminent danger around him, the shadow tiger with the saber fangs tried to flee to escape from Alvine's divine domain.

"Kekek, what a boring bastard. Now that I'm seriously fighting with you, do you dare to try to flee when I haven't even finished creating my divine domain? Unfortunately, it's too late for you; after all, I have no more magical energy." He murmured as his pupils became dark black.

[One of the divine area's skills: Gehenna's soldiers!]