As the war intensified, the gods struggled to hold on. As Gaga predicted, demons hesitated to unleash large-scale magic, fearing mutual destruction with their numerical advantage—a loss Yuri couldn't stomach. Gods exploited this, fighting fearlessly behind city walls, brutally cutting down climbing demon soldiers. Demons suffered heavy casualties, but gods, vastly outnumbered, lost 10,000 under the demons' relentless assault. Seeing the tide turn, Gaga rallied, "Kill! Demons aren't scary—they won't dare use mass-kill magic!" His troops, reinvigorated, repelled another demon wave.
"Damn, this old fox has tricks! I don't care if you've got nine heads or six arms—you're not escaping my grasp. Charge hard!" Yuri barked, watching demons scale and fall from the walls. Retreat wasn't an option; even one step back would tank morale, making a regrouped attack impossible. Charge, charge, charge—best play now. Gods looked fierce, but to Yuri, it was a cornered beast's last stand. One more push, and the god vanguard would be wiped out. Compared to Trank's stalemate with humans, Yuri could soon roast him again. The thought cheered him up.
"Yuri, this blind charging won't cut it. We've got numbers, but our losses outweigh theirs—they've got the terrain, and we're holding back. Should we step in, or…" Lalan said, worried, sensing failure if they didn't act fast.
"Hmm. Order the east gate to ramp up the attack," Yuri told a messenger. Eyeing Gaga, a war god on the walls, Yuri shouted, "Let's send Lord Angel off!" Demons roared in agreement, launching the fourth siege.
Gaga hacked down a demon general, dodging a spear from behind. Facing the ant-like demon swarm, he yelled, "Fenna, hold this breach!" He knew this was do-or-die. He'd cast the holy forbidden spell—Judgment of God. It was beyond his power, but no time for caution. Even if it cost his life, he'd do it.
Surrounded gods, overwhelmed by demons, couldn't use magic offensively. Only Gaga could land this devastating blow. No more waiting. Raising his hands, he chanted, "Creator God, in your mercy, grant me boundless power to destroy this world's evil…" The demon realm's pitch-black sky parted as white light pierced the clouds, gathering in Gaga's hands.
"Crap, he's suicidal!" Yuri shouted, stunned. He hadn't expected gods to be this desperate, casting the ultimate forbidden spell in such tight quarters. Neither side could escape. Yuri had underestimated—thinking gods would stick to large-scale magic at most. Regret hit him for the first time. Like lightning, he charged at Gaga, who was straining under the spell's energy. Even with four wings spread, blood seeped from Gaga's seven orifices.
A god general saw Yuri closing in. He knew stalling him would buy Gaga time to gather energy for a crippling demon blow. But his strength was no match for Yuri, especially with Lalan at Yuri's side. Yuri, fixated on the glowing Gaga, didn't glance at the god general, cleaving him with one swing. In a blink, he sped past toward Gaga. The poor general, halved, hadn't processed it when Lalan's swift strike bisected him again. He glimpsed his other half's trajectory before agony forced a scream louder than the battlefield's din.
Both sides froze, turning to the sound. A god general, cleaved in two, hit the ground, eyes wide with horror. All noticed their commanders nearing a clash.
Yuri unleashed a dark shockwave from his fist at Gaga, who, defenseless from the spell's strain, had no way to block. Nearby angels were either swarmed by demon soldiers or cut down by Lalan. Gaga's body arced through the air, spitting blood, and crashed to the ground.
Disrupted, wild energy tore across the battlefield, whipping hair and robes, adding a chill to the carnage. Gods, seeing their leader fall, fought like frenzied butchers, clashing anew with demons.
Yuri approached the downed Gaga—their first close encounter. Suddenly, the barely breathing Gaga struck, a light sword flashing from his hand toward Yuri. Yuri dodged, but the blade grazed his abdomen. Gods, seeing their general alive and wounding the demon commander, cheered, morale soaring.
"Didn't expect such a bright move from Lord Angel Gaga," Yuri taunted, eyeing him. Gaga, brow furrowed, braced for a sneak attack. That strike drained him—if Yuri hit now, he couldn't block. He was bluffing to intimidate. Against lesser demon generals, it might've worked, but Yuri, second of the four demon god-generals, was a veteran of god wars.
"Since Lord Angel won't come quietly, I'll sneak-attack you," Yuri said coldly, emphasizing "sneak-attack." Never miss a chance to crush the enemy—that's Yuri's creed, not unlike a certain human realm black society "supreme" boss. Gaga endured the taunt, feigning disdain to belittle Yuri.
On the battlefield, gods briefly rallied from Gaga's strike, but demons, now atop the walls, carved them up. Fewer than 5,000 gods remained, most wounded. Due to opposing magics and physiologies, cross-race injuries were ten times worse than same-race ones.
Yuri ignored his wound, glaring at Gaga, advancing with his greatsword ready to take his head. At the critical moment, radiant holy power flooded Yelu City. The blinding light halted combat—today's second pause in the god-demon war.
Gaga felt unprecedented relief: Lord Seraph Kele and the god clan main force had arrived. Yuri, watching glowing god soldiers emerge, cursed, craving annihilation. Demons matched gods in numbers, but after a grueling siege, facing fresh gods was suicide. Yuri weighed the odds, glared at Gaga, and attacked. Clang! He was blocked, stepping back.
"Yuri, still a cheapskate after millennia, huh?" the newcomer said. Yuri didn't need to look—his nemesis, Seraph Kele. "So what? You do it, I do it. Whatcha gonna do?" Yuri spat, rogue-like. "Order retreat!" Though gutted to pull back at victory's edge, Yuri, a sharp general, kept personal feelings off the field, issuing the order to avoid defeat.
"Gaga, you got lucky. Next time, no escape. Kele, we'll settle later—I'm not ready today," Yuri said, retreating. The battle cost gods over 40,000, demons nearly 60,000. Counting the earlier 40,000, the god vanguard was obliterated.
"Lord Seraph, I failed, bringing great defeat to the gods," Gaga knelt, confessing, before collapsing from exhaustion. Kele surveyed the corpse-strewn battlefield, standing alone on the battered walls, lost in thought.
Flying Dragon Star
While gods and demons clashed, humans and demons also went to war—coincidence or not, who knows? It was a rotten day for demons. The demon king barely noted the dual-front war reports, never imagining the human war would end first, with his trusted "strategist" Trank returning defeated.
"Has the White Dragon Legion reached position?" I stood on Dragon Pass, eyeing the demon army, asking my staff officer. "They arrived ten minutes ago, ambushed and ready, Your Majesty," he replied swiftly.
"Is the Dragon Island four-tribe coalition prepped?" "Ready, but, Majesty…" he hesitated. "Spit it out, no hemming," I said. "With our gear, crushing demons per the initial plan should be easy. Why involve the four tribes, especially with just big blades?" he blurted.
"Haha, my idea," I chuckled. "Your idea? I don't get it," he said, scratching his head. Seeing other officers equally clueless, I sighed. "To thrive, be strong. Fight for it yourself. Big or small effort, as long as you try, no regrets. This prevents future racial tensions on Flying Dragon Star. Contributing to the planet's unity means no race gets sidelined."
I paused. If they still didn't get it, I was done. Thankfully, they nodded.
"Order all legions for final combat prep. Space fleet, hit the enemy camp first, then legions move," I commanded. Dozens of space carriers, like Earth's but far advanced, soared from the horizon, equipped with energy shields, teleportation devices, and high-energy crystal reactors.
Their massive magic cannon barrels aimed at the demon camp. A flash, and mushroom clouds bloomed across the hills. Demon soldiers scrambled—grabbing weapons, dressing—unprepared for our sudden strike. Demons boast strong individual power, but they don't use it well. After our "Source of Life" serum, human physiques rival demons', especially us Chinese. Their physical edge? Gone.
Through binoculars, I saw demon chaos. Post-carrier strike, I ordered Yellow and Black Legions to prep and advance steadily for a blitzkrieg on this planet, two billion light-years from Earth.
"Space fleet, withdraw in three minutes. Tank Independent Armored Division, attack. Yellow and Black Legions, follow," I ordered. The sky turned surreal. From the carriers, tanks with 50-cm wingspans poured out, landing and firing magic cannons, shielded by faint energy halos—planetary war's ultimate ground weapons.
The legions' soldiers galloped behind on warhorses. Among the formations, four tank-sized armored vehicles projected yellow light from white crystal orbs, shielding entire units. These mobile absolute defenses ended our old city-bound limitations. Demons' last edge—magic—neutralized.
"It's over. Demons are done," Trank muttered, feeling powerless for the first time. Against this foe, resistance was futile. Known for defense, Trank assessed and ordered a swift retreat to the Seal Gate. En route, White Dragon Legion and the four-tribe coalition ambushed them, making the retreat a miserable rout back to the demon realm. Surviving demon mages sealed the gate to block us. You seal, I seal—double insurance. You can't reach us, but we can sneak into your realm another way.
This war was a triumph: we lost just over 1,000, four-tribe coalition 5,000, while annihilating over 400,000 demons and capturing 100,000+. After four years, humans reclaimed their land. Elves scoured forests for fleeing demons.
When the demon king received back-to-back defeat reports, he sat stunned on his throne. Once, demons rivaled gods; now, humans crushed them—utterly. Of 1.2 million troops, barely 500,000 returned. "Majesty, say something! Curse me, hit me, don't just sit there! Gods still await your vengeance!" his kneeling ministers wept.
The king stirred, glaring. "Yes, I'm the demon king. Heaven and earth, I trouble others—no one troubles me. Those who cross me will regret being born." His eyes burned with malice.