Chapter 380

Chapter 380

Otherworld Demon King Survival Guide.

Episode 380: Battle With The Count (9)

Baron Morial was currently in a state of sheer terror.

The three barons had been annihilated last time, and now the Count’s direct forces were wiped out. The one responsible for this was none other than the Saintess who had fled to the frontier.

The Saintess.

She was now the center of every story. News of the Saintess arrived from all directions. The most prominent of these was that the Saintess had formed an alliance with the Fallen Angels, which had already been confirmed as fact.

So, a new rumor began to circulate, one with a somewhat frightening nature. It was said that the Saintess, allied with the Fallen Angels, was commanding an “ominous army.”

The identity of this ominous army was quite simple and clear.

An army of monsters.

That’s right. The Saintess, rumored to be a witch, was indeed a witch. She had allied herself with the Fallen Angels, entered the forest, opened the gates of hell, and subjugated monsters to serve as her subordinates.

Frankly, he didn’t believe it at first. He thought the rumor of the Saintess being a witch was just rhetoric to discredit her. An army of monsters? How could that be?

It wasn’t like she was some legendary Demon King; these were just monsters to be exterminated. Of course, Baron Morial had experience subjugating orc tribes that had crossed the mountains. For those barbaric orcs to form an army was impossible.

But what was unfolding before his eyes was far worse.

The rumors were being downplayed and concealed.

“Urgh…!”

—Whoosh…

A ghost with blue hair appeared, draining the water from the moat. The decreasing depth of the moat was clearly visible…!

“Fire! I said fire!”

The archers’ shots were largely ineffective. The enemies were either blocking them or something flying was sniping the archers.

“Aaaargh!”

Consequently, the soldiers were also terrified.

But that wasn’t the scariest part.

—Rustle…

—Rustle…

—Crack…

Ominousness.

It was a being made of ominousness.

Every time the green-glowing ghost took a step, flowers and grass bloomed on the ground. At first glance, it was a mystical sight, but mysticism also implies extreme danger.

—Slide…

The moment it raised its hand, the soldiers’ screams began. Thick vines rose from the ground, connecting across the moat like a bridge.

The monster had created a bridge of vines to cross the moat.

“It’s over…!”

“We’re finished!”

Was she the Witch of the Forest? She orchestrated the soldiers’ screams with just a gesture. She drained the moat and built a bridge. What was next?

What would happen next?

“Keryaaaak!”

“Keruk!”

Up ahead.

Heavily armed orcs were roaring and threatening. The faces of the orcs, armored in steel, were covered with iron masks. The baron was terrified of them.

If the moat dried up and the vine bridge and ladders were built, and that army of nightmares crossed the walls…

Could they really be stopped?

“Hiss…!”

“Hiss hiss!”

Moreover, monstrous cavalry with snake lower bodies were constantly making strange noises, eyeing this place. What would happen if they were caught by those monsters?

And that wasn’t all.

“Dodge!”

—Boom!

—Thump!

The famous Fallen Angels were dropping magical flames onto the castle. The constant bombardment made it difficult to keep the ghosts draining the moat and building the vine bridge in check.

“How are we supposed to withstand this…!”

Baron Morial tore at his hair.

“This makes no sense! This can’t exist!”

If the enemy had been a human army instead of this ghost army…

They could have used the moat and walls to block the enemy’s attacks and hold out, and the Count would have sent reinforcements from behind. If there were no additional enemy troops, they would have been absolutely advantageous.

That was the advantage of having a castle. The angels could also be kept in check.

They had enough supplies stockpiled. They had enough food, arrows, and water.

But this was different.

“What the…!”

A sense of helplessness mixed with terror. It felt like the army of a legendary Demon King was before him.

Wouldn’t they be annihilated if those things came up?

Would there be any meaning in such a death?

Then, should they even hold out here?

Baron Morial thought, feeling himself going insane.

One day.

Just one day was enough to break the will of the humans holed up in the castle and turn their fighting spirit into fear.

Lumica’s power lowered the water level of the moat, and Sharan’s power created a bridge. In truth, neither of them had a particularly great effect. But there’s such a thing as atmosphere, isn’t there?

The water level was indeed lowered, and a bridge was indeed built.

Any human with imagination would inevitably make ominous predictions about this unknown situation. They would say that the moat would eventually dry up and that the vine ladders would overwhelm their walls. That kind of thinking spread like a plague, and the humans’ fear was palpable.

“Hahahaha!”

In contrast, our side was almost in a festive mood. Just laughing loudly and shouting cheers was enough to wear down their mental fortitude.

Even amidst this, the angels bombarded, and the imps launched long-range fireballs. We harassed the defenders in this way for two full days.

And on the night of the third day.

I gave the order to Queen Rexabella.

“Then please execute it, Your Majesty.”

“Just go and give them a bit of a hard time, right?”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, I’ll go and do it.”

“When I give the signal, charge immediately. Lilriel!”

“Understood!”

Lilriel immediately took flight.

—Flash!

Shortly after, a flash of light burst from the sky, and black fireballs were launched towards the castle.

—Whoosh!

“Aaaargh!”

“Aaaah!”

The soldiers on the walls screamed. First, before the attack, we needed to disorient them with bombardment.

—Swoosh.

The moment Lilriel descended with her subordinates.

“Now!”

“Yes.”

—Clang.

Rexabella, wielding her greatsword, stepped forward, followed by the Dark Elf great warriors.

And then.

—Swoosh!

They charged.

In an instant, they crossed the vine bridge and threw grappling ropes over the walls! But that was unnecessary for the Queen!

“Ahahahaha!”

A ghostly laugh echoed. Rexabella jumped, using the vertical wall as a foothold, and soared upwards, landing on the wall. The moment she landed on the wall, which was in chaos due to the bombardment.

—Thwack!

—Aaaaargh!

—Aaaaaaargh!

Screams erupted along with the sound of flesh and bone being separated.

At the same time, the soldiers’ severed limbs flew through the air.

“Yaaaaaaah!”

“Kaaaaaah!”

Following her, the great warriors easily climbed the walls using the grappling hooks. With that, the Dark Elf Queen and the great warriors began their rampage.

—Clang!

—Bang!

The soldiers on the walls, unable to form a proper formation, were unilaterally slaughtered. All of this was clearly visible from where we stood.

“Keruk keruk! As strong as ever, Master!”

“Grrrr!”

“Serinu! Keep flying around and lightly harassing the archers!”

“Okay!”

I immediately sent the pixies to support Rexabella. Of course, this wasn’t a full-scale attack. It was just to cause some chaos and instill fear.

Rexabella, having caused her chaos, would look for an opportunity to retreat with her subordinates back down the walls.

Of course, they couldn’t kill all the enemy soldiers, but the enemies would realize that this Demon King’s knight could jump over the walls and kill them.

Of course, such skill was only possible for Rexabella, and the great warriors were merely climbing up the grappling ropes in the confusion, but that fact didn’t matter.

“Follow me!”

Soon, Rexabella, having finished her rampage, was seen descending the walls with her subordinates. They were all covered in blood from the brutal carnage. However, there were no injuries or deaths on our side. Only the enemy died.

“Well done!”

Shall we start issuing surrender demands?

Let’s do it tomorrow morning.

“Listen, soldiers of the castle! And commander! Thank you for your efforts in defending against our attacks these past days!”

I shouted towards the castle with all my might.

“We will now completely dry up the moat, build a bridge, and launch a full-scale attack! And we will enter the castle, chop you all into pieces, and throw you into the moat!”

My magic-infused voice resounded loudly, covering the castle. I could feel the humans’ fear amplifying as my threats sank into their ears.

After building up the atmosphere like that.

“Before that, I will give you a chance!”

I urged them to surrender.

“Surrender!”

A chance to live.

I offered them a carrot.

“Everyone, throw your armor and weapons outside the walls, and the commander, come outside! If you show your intention to surrender in this way! I will spare you in the name of the Saintess! Do you understand!”

In the name of the Saintess.

“You are being deceived by the Count! He is trying to divide our world and seize power now that evil angels have arrived! We must stop the Count to face the angels and for humans to survive! Let us unite!”

As I threw out hopeful words, the soldiers stirred.

“So, this is your last chance! Surrender! Do you want to be annihilated in battle, or do you want to live and spend your time doing menial tasks? I will treat you as prisoners of war, so decide! I will give you one hour! If you surrender, I will spare you!”

The moment I finished my speech and turned around.

—I, I surrender!!!

A strong voice rang out from inside the castle.