CHAPTER 625: GREAT WARCHIEF

Three days.

That’s how long Asmodeus gained thanks to Mephisto’s delay.

No matter what caused it, he couldn’t help but thank his luck. Paul and Simon reached Grigor the night before and sent a messenger crow telling him about the situation.

Thanks to three days of brutal training, the orcs, goblins and knights no longer looked horrible together, although not perfect or close to professionals. It was enough to protect the walls and fight back against possessed dolls.

"To think that old man is so supportive of me." Asmodeus grinned to himself atop the wall, watching the sun slowly rise. Avandar arranged his knights who could fight to reinforce him, not to remain in Grigor as defenders. "You must really love Alan..."

In denial, he didn’t consider that the King also valued himself.

"Velvet and Vinea should arrive with reinforcements in the next three days." Asmodeus looked at his palms, then to the distant army of enemies, tens of thousands... dozens of siege towers and battering rams. "Can we last that long?"

He could easily use his powers to destroy most of the enemy army, but that would leave his divine aura drained while fighting Mephisto.

The difference between Darius and Mephisto was like heaven and earth.

Thousands of years as the god of death meant that, although he lacked horsepower, Mephisto could grind out every morsel of his power. In this aspect, Asmodeus didn’t want to risk anything; his fingertips flickered with a beautiful red glow as he cycled his divine aura.

Thankfully, he could use mana to help, but he couldn’t compare the destructive force of the two.

The frigid winds tugged at his cloak, carrying the distant sounds from the enemy army. Even from here, he could feel the pull of the possessed army. A mere tide of filth waiting to rush at them and destroy everything that happened.

He licked his lips before a soft hand grasped his hand.

"Master, are you nervous?"

Sariel’s soft body wrapped around him, pushing up against his back, while sniffing his neck and letting her tail slide along his stomach. Her warmth seeped into him, contrasting the icy winds and rousing his focus with her sweet, alluring scent.

Her voice was playful, with a slight tremor revealing her worries.

"Nervous?" His voice echoed along the ice wall before he hooked her waist, lifting her off the ground. "I’ve fought him at full power and won... so with you and my other lovely women standing beside me, why would I be nervous?"

Her tail lifted higher, stroking across his chest, curling like a ribbon. "Well, Master has more to lose this time, right?" She glanced towards the inner city where the banners of his women fluttered, and his three daughters slept. "Don’t worry, Riel and I will keep you safe."

For a heartbeat, his smile faltered.

Riel descended beside them with a soft flutter, her golden eyes narrowing as they scanned the southern horizon. She didn’t lean against him like Sariel, but took his hand in hers, stroking his tense muscles and knuckles with her silky fingertips. "We’ll do anything for you, Lord."

"I’m counting on you both."

Asmodeus closed his eyes while focusing his divine power into silken threads that danced from his lips like smoke.

Then he leaned towards Sariel and gently kissed her.

Soft, silky and warm, the squish of her lips felt amazing as she sucked on her tongue, letting the scarlet aura flood her insides, increasing the density of divine aura in Sariel’s body.

Sariel groaned into his mouth, her wings trembling with her hips as the aura surged through her veins. Her tail coiled tighter around his waist, clinging like a serpent hungry for more. When their lips finally parted, her cheeks flushed bright pink, and she buried her face against his neck.

"M-Master... you took my breath away."

He snorted, grasping her hips with both hands and squeezing her buttocks. "You little vixen."

"Ehehe~ kiss me again... this time on my lower lips."

Riel watched them flirting silently, though her grip on his hand gradually tightened. Jealousy flickered in her golden eyes, but she suppressed it beneath discipline. Still, when Asmodeus turned, she didn’t resist as he pulled her close and pressed his forehead against hers.

Unlike Sariel, she kissed him... as the delicious taste of his aura and saliva filled her mouth.

"Don’t fall behind your sister," he murmured.

"As if I ever would," Riel whispered back, eyes glinting like a hawk’s as she licked the saliva from the side of her mouth.

For a fleeting moment, the three stood together in the frozen dawn, warmth pushing back against the ever-creeping chill of war.

But then the horns sounded.

"!!!"

A long, droning blast then rolled across the plains, a series of horns spreading through the enemy camp.

Asmodeus focused on the south, watching the black tide. It had remained stationary for the past two days. Now it had finally begun moving. From this distance, the army seemed endless. But in truth, it was smaller than the Demon Queen’s from a month ago.

Orcs, goblins, and humans moved in unison as the ground shook beneath their march.

"They’re early,"

"No, Riel, we’ve already gained three days to prepare." Asmodeus wondered if he had noticed the messenger bird that came from Grigor, because they couldn’t manage the flight path it passed close to their troops. "Mephisto probably has no more time."

Sariel flew off the wall, her body darting to the giant frozen horn built into the citadel as she puckered her soft pink lips and kissed the tip.

BUUUUUUUUUURGH!

Once the horn bellowed, the orcs, goblins and knights started gathering rapidly. A murmur rippled across the battlements as captains, orcs, and goblins alike turned toward him, waiting. What appeared to be fear at the start rapidly became eagerness and excitement.

Asmodeus straightened his back, letting his voice cut across the wall like a claymore.

"Prepare for aerial combat, those wyverns will come first, followed by their trebuchet and catapults."

He looked at the goblins; some stood on small stone fixtures to see over the wall, and his lips curled into a smirk at their worried faces.

"Do not fear the end, or what we may face today. Think of what you fight for, those who are now safe in the elven domain. Your children, women and future."

"!!!" A fearful goblin looked up at the handsome Demon King. His blue eyes, clear like the sky, brought a sense of comfort.

Asmodeus asked Ciela for permission to send the non-combatants through the elven portal. Elves and goblins shared a sour past, but thanks to Asmodeus and his achievements and the promise that they would help the elves with mining minerals in return.

The deal soon progressed.

"Yes King!"

The orc war-chief who doubted Asmodeus the most bellowed back, his tusks painted bright as he raised his crossbow, a large customised version for the huge orcs. "Load your bows, hunt the lizards!" He grunted as the goblins all followed the orc warchief.

After three days, he became the de facto leader of the non-humans.

Behind them, the demon knights stepped forward with a loud snap, their huge shields protecting the weaker side of each goblin. "Guards UP!" Leviathan wore full plate armour above her demon scales because of her pregnancy. "Protect our brethren!"

"Kiki pretty female, call us brothers!"

"Gigigi!"

The goblins loved the demon knights, respectfully calling them pretty or beauties.

"For the Great Warchief!"

"RAAAAAA!"

Fighting the enemy armies, drums and loud shouts, the orcs and goblins all called Asmodeus with a united title. He became their Great Warchief, a title that meant more than ’King’ to the non-human races. It was a sign of completely accepting him as one of their own.

The city was alive and ready to fight.

Asmodeus stepped forward until his boots stood on the very edge of the wall. Crimson threads flared around him, spiralling into the air, spreading across the ranks like veins of fire. The aura seeped into every soldier—orc, goblin, knight, elf. Exhaustion faded, fear dulled, their hearts beating in time with his.

"You do not need to fear the coming battle, nor the limit of your strength. I will shoulder everything, as your leader. Believe in me. And we shall have victory and peace!" His voice calmed their doubts and boosted their energy. "One will," he intoned. His voice was calm, but it thrummed in their bones. "One strength. One victory."

"I am the Demon King, your Great Warchief and leader."

"Great Warchief!"

The army roared as one, the force of their voices enough to shake the massive ice wall with vibrations.

Beside him, Sariel sucked on her fingertip and whispered, "You are so damn sexy right now..."

Asmodeus’s gaze never left the horizon, where the first lines of thralls marched, their eyes empty, their bodies nothing more than husks of men and women. Among them, he glimpsed familiar armour.

The Grigor soldiers, knights who once trained him, guided him as a newcomer to this world.

Now twisted into puppets.

His hand tightened on Blood Reaver’s hilt. "Belief is easy," he muttered. "Empty words are easier... so let me show you, with my actions and blood!"

Drums thundered as arrows notched, watching the wyverns flying around it, almost seemed the sky itself held its breath.

Asmodeus lifted his left hand, which crackled with magic.

And with a lance of black lightning

The siege began.