LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 544: Total War 1
"ARGHHHHH!"
The army, now numbering in the millions, erupted into a deafening war cry.
Their collective roar shattered the miasma, a thunderous wave of rage and bloodlust that made even the dark and toxic air retreat.
The ground beneath their feet trembled, cracking open as if the earth itself could not bear the weight of their fury.
Hot fissures split the ground, sending bursts of molten lava into the sky, as if the world was fighting back against the unstoppable force of their arrival.
"AWOOOOO!"
Hellhounds howled, their eerie cries blending with the pounding of armored devils, whose weapons struck shields with a sound that echoed like the heartbeat of war itself.
Winged monsters screeched as they soared into the skies, their flaming bodies casting twisted shadows over the battlefield below.
Elemental devils stomped forward, their massive forms radiating waves of searing heat, biting frost, or crackling electricity, further splitting the already fractured ground beneath their feet.
This group was terrifying; even their very existence was terraforming everything around them.
At the forefront, the generals—Asmodeus, Belphegor, and Aamon—flew like pillars of unwavering authority, their presence alone quelling the madness around them.
"This world is still resisting," Aamon spoke up. "We need to make this place more like Hell before Lucifer can descend."
Asmodeus nodded, his eyes scanning the army. "Yeah, we need to be quick. We can't let Lilith's sacrifice to open the portal be in vain."
Belphegor, standing silent until now, let out a a lazy chuckle. "Only Lucifer can bring her back from that place. If we're to make this world ready for him, you all better hurry."
"Don't worry, no one could stop us in this world." Aamon's gaze hardened.
Asmodeus smiled darkly, the gaze in his eyes reflecting his confidence. "Indeed. This world will burn, and after that, we will destroy Heaven and make them pay for what they did to us before."
The three devils looked determined to accomplish their task, and the marching army quickened its pace. Their first target was a Tier 1 human city in the west.
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Abyssal Alliance Council
Draven sat at the round table with the other Demon Gods, the gravity of the situation settling in.
They had all just received the report: Hell's army was invading. With the war starting, all personal issues they had with each other were put aside.
"Six million creatures?" Tara asked, her voice filled with disbelief as she read the report.
Normally, if it had come from anyone else, she might have doubted it. But Metto and Visara had confirmed it themselves.
Draven leaned back in his chair, watching the others. His expression was calm, but his thoughts were racing.
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His real concern wasn't just the number—it was the quality and individual strength of these creatures compared to the demons in the alliance.
While they could easily muster over ten million demons if needed, the majority of them would be in the low to mid-tier ranks.
These demons wouldn't possess the same strength or abilities as the elite forces they were about to face. This was why he was hesitant to their army to counter the devils immediately.
Tara looked up and asked, "What should we do?"
Draven paused, as he carefully considered his next words. There was something about this invasion that made him uneasy.
"I doubt they came here with just six million," he pointed out.
The other Demon Gods exchanged glances, all of them pondering the same question.
According to the records, Hell was said to house billions of creatures. The six million they sent was barely a drop in the vast ocean of their total fighting force.
Remu, ever the strategist, leaned forward. "You're right. If they have the strength to send 6 million, why not send more? Why limit themselves when they could overwhelm us with their numbers?"
Draven's eyes narrowed, his expression thoughtful.
"That's exactly what I'm wondering," Draven muttered aloud. "Either something is holding them back from sending more, or this army is just a diversion."
Remu raised an eyebrow. "A diversion? What do you mean?"
Draven paused, glancing at the rest of the council before continuing. "I think something bigger is coming, and if we send our forces there, we might get blindsided."
The council fell silent, each of them considering Draven's theory.
They all agreed it had a high chance of being true. The greatest threat to the devils was the demons, so why had they started their invasion in the West, where humans made up the majority of the population?
Tara furrowed her brow, thinking through the implications. "So what should we do? We can't just let them get a foothold in our world."
Draven cleared his throat and leaned forward slightly. "We hold our ground, but we don't commit everything. We need to strike quickly, make them feel the pressure, and show them we're not easy prey."
"So a hit and run?" Venzo asked.
"Something like that. We'll send Metto, you, Remu, and Caurus. Teleport above them, bombard them with your strongest attacks, then escape before they can retaliate. You four have the strongest burst damage, so it's perfect for this kind of strike."
Tara raised an eyebrow. "What about their counterattack? If we send the four of them for a big strike, they'll be exposed first."
"That's why timing is key. The moment the strike lands, they escape. The element of surprise is our greatest advantage." Draven responded.
Metto, who had been quietly listening, spoke up. "What if they have a way to mess with my teleportation? If we get trapped there, those three devil generals could easily kill us."
Tara stood up, her expression a mix of disbelief and concern.
"Are they really that much stronger than us?" she asked.
Instead of Metto, Visara was the one who answered.
"I've gauged their individual strength," she started, her countless eyes narrowing as she focused on the memory of the three generals' auras. "Each of them is as strong as Draven without his rings."