In the Demon God's hands, an item had disappeared from view, and now, behind him, and all around the 13 heroes, portals materialized, summoning forth demons, and monsters. After hordes of low level demons had spewn forth, the portals started shaking…
"What's coming now?" One asked with a tinge of fear.
"Oh, you came to the party, so I prepared for the best kind of party, a surprise party. And here are my final guests to arrive." The Demon God's smirk, sinister, and full of malicious joy. "This is my army, come forth Demon Kings!"
The shaking portals rippled, as demons with truly sickening auras marched onto the battlefield. 12 of these creatures were so strong, the platinum armor almost made an instinctual motion to flee. They were flanked to either side, with other creatures of slightly reduced power, yet intimidating all the same, as for every one of the Demon Kings, there were 7 of these other demons… Demon Generals.
"This is impossible…"
"How the hell are we supposed to defeat this kind of power?"
The one dragonkin from secretly there for Tus Nadair, grit his teeth. "If this is how it's going to go…"
Then, just as the others were trembling in terror, the black armored knight shouted out a war cry. "Fear not! The difficulty of our task is immense! But we are not through yet! New arrivals only mean we get to fight it out some more! Grit your teeth-" The representative from the Slane Theocracy was already high tailing it out of there… "Waste!" The knight clicked his tongue.
The heroes looked around at the menacing gazes of the suddenly large horde of enemies they were now confronted with. Each doing their level best to slay as many demons as they could. Blood and sweat flew everywhere. Spells sounded out, bombardments, enhancements, you name it… Yet, the horde seemed endless.
Slamming their hand to their face, he peered out from a crack in between his fingers, and he let out a laugh, sounding out over the sound of battle. "YES! STRUGGLE HEROES!" He said in a manic laugh.
"Fuck this guy!" A woman with multi-colored eyes ticked, with fury as her blade sent heads rolling.
"Ah! He's so full of himself." The dwarf agreed, breathing heavy after covering the woman's back.
"Just what was it that caused all of this? I saw he had an item of some kind."
"It disappeared just before the demon portals appeared."
The platinum armor paused upon hearing that news. It can't be. He looked over, and doubled it up with his unique wild magic… WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT? It's so much stronger than what Night Silver has on her.
The dragonkin sensed a few odd things, but realized he was getting a message… It was short and sweet. "Everyone, we need to pull back, and regroup! We can try again another day, for now we must get some rest."
The black night grimaced. I know! But damn it all, I was just about to say that. "Carve a path in retreat, I shall hold the rear!"
The demons never stopped coming, it felt endless, hopeless. Yet, with the knowledge of their retreat, the Demon God smirked, raising his hand, the battle stopped at once.
"You wish to escape? Very well, I'll allow you to leave today. You may return whenever you desire."
"Truly?"
"Of course."
"Then, we will be going now."
"Ah, you see, there is a price to exchange for your lives- Achem- safe passage. I require those two women." He said, floating over, and just as he was about to lay his hand on the elf…
The dragon kin launched forward with everything he had, landing a punch right on the Demon God's face… Holding his now bloody hand in a fist, up in a forward ready… "How dare you covet our goddess' child! YOU FILTHY DEMON!" He shouted with a powerful conviction. "I won't allow it!" He started growing in size, his voice gradually deepening. "NEVER!" He bellowed, following it up with a mighty roar, completing his transformation.
"So, you're a dragonkin, no wonder that punch actually drew my blood." The Demon God said putting on a brave face. What the hell was that just now? Why did that actually hurt? Why am I feeling pain in a videogame? What the hell is this? Is this not a secret R18 game mirrored after Yggdrasil?
Seeing a worthy opponent appear on the battlefield, the demon generals got a little excited. However, it wouldn't last long.
"GET ON NOW!" The Dragonkin, in dragon form demanded, already preparing to take off. One thing I learned from Mother and my elder siblings was that in terms of flight speed, Dragons were the fastest, only a flying beast or highspeed flight could catch up. Thus we can limit our enemy to just him. It didn't take long for the orders to be followed, and they were high and far away.
"Why are we still fleeing, can't we take them with you like this?"
"Even if I'm like this now, it's still not easy to maintain this for long periods! Let alone fighting with it. It's hard to master two forms of fighting. Also, we needed to clear the field anyway."
"What, why?"
"Take a look, and watch, you'll see it soon."
The heroes looked around behind them, to witness what could only be a horrific sight… Hundreds upon hundreds of dragons, all of various strengths. Mixed in were others clearly with a strong elven heritage, the result, a veritable army of the strongest from a single nation. And it was only a small portion of its true power.
The Demon God looked up, and around. "WHAT?! The hell?"
"You've used a world level item, specifically one of the twenty with unlimited power. And so, you will fall, not to the might of the 13 Heroes, but to the might of those who care for the world, the people of TUS NADAIR!"
In that moment, hundreds of amped up breath attacks, and high power spells bombarded the ground, the sky, the depths, and the sea. There was nothing that escaped this destructive engagement, though, there was a single survivor, barely holding on, and buried under a mountain of corpses.
What the actual fuck was that?
And now, a lone, perfect beauty stood, and glared at the guy.
She's half naked? And damn she's amazing- OH SHIT! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!! His face rapidly filled with terror as he recalled the woman's name…