The king of the Mullen Tribe, Yeerkur, gazed at the advance of the colossal demons.
They were striding across the sea.
It was like witnessing a disaster straight out of mythology.
Giant black giants cutting through the ocean.
Yeerkur faced the calamity of the demon realm with his Mullen Tribe warriors.
On the first day of the demon invasion.
He had somewhat anticipated that the blades would be aimed at them.
It was a place that had formed a massive kingdom society while remaining independent from the continent.
Surely, it was a fitting first step for the demon realm.
“Warriors!”
The sharp light in the eyes of the old merfolk flickered.
But there was no intention of being trampled as they had expected.
“It’s time to make those demon bastards regret choosing this land as their first conquest.”
At the king’s words, the eyes of the merfolk warriors sparkled.
“Yes, my king!”
Various colors shimmered on the blades of the Mullen Tribe warriors.
“Father.”
Yeerkur turned his head at the voice coming from behind. There stood his daughter, Tisha, holding a staff and riding the gigantic seahorse, Silvyria, beside Yeerkur.
“You’ve come, my daughter.”
Yeerkur smiled faintly at Tisha.
Behind Tisha were twenty warriors from the White Night Clan, unleashing a swirling aura of blue blades.
And behind them were a thousand soldiers of the Imperial Army, waiting at Amonga to provide support where needed.
Next to them was the Mullen Tribe’s legion, lined up densely like dots.
Swoosh──
Beyond the vast sea,
Darkness surged ominously.
A vivid magical aura rippled along the horizon of the ocean.
The demon army.
The representative of demon realm transportation, the Hell Horse, “Hellmare,” could even traverse the sea. The ever-burning flames of the Hellmare crushed the waves as it advanced.
The demon with crimson skin, the demon army commander Bellekop, issued a mental command to his 10,000 troops.
– Wipe them all out.
– It’s time to let the bugs of the Intermediate World know who has arrived on this land.
Boom────
The demon horde surged across the sea.
Some had horns protruding from the center of their heads,
Others had countless horns densely packed all over their skulls.
Their bodies were all as formidable as armor itself.
This intimidating appearance was characteristic of the demon race.
Rumble!!!!
Mounted on the massive Hellmare, a black vortex swirled in their right hands.
The black whirlwind formed into a long and rounded spear.
The enormous demonic jousting spear, “Lance.”
The demon army hurled their mounted spears.
A devastating strike.
The long-range attack, like a swirling fury, battered the ocean mercilessly.
As the air thrummed with tension, a long-range attack sliced through the chaos like a wild tornado.
It shot out like a living snake, a black whirlwind.
Standing next to Tisha, the grand mage of the Mullen Tribe, Ariel raised her right hand high.
With her long, pure white hair and sky-blue skin, Ariel’s appearance made it hard to guess her age.
“O mighty mages of the Mullen!”
And she traced a spell across the ocean.
“To the Mullen!”
Then, connecting with the mages, she called out to the vast sea as well.
“It’s time to reveal who the master of the ocean is.”
The right hands of the densely packed Mullen mages shot up in perfect synchronization like a flash mob.
Among these mages was Tisha.
Kwahhhhh…
A massive wave slowly rose.
The tsunami took shape.
Like a whale gaping wide open.
Kwah-uh-uh-uh-uh!!!
The wave’s veil completely repelled the black whirlwind of the demon army.
The dark currents violently dispersed.
The demon army didn’t panic.
It was as if they never had the slightest intention of being swept away by such a slashing strike.
The muscles of the Hell Horse twitched.
Hell Horses galloped across the sea, and the demon army followed.
And towards them flew the swords of Mullen.
“Stone Hammer!!”
At Yeerkur’s shout, Sylvira of the Mullen Tribe accelerated.
Kwah-aaaang───!
Sounds of splitting erupted chaotically from all directions.
Kwah-ded-ded!
“Graaaah!”
A scream erupted from the mouth of a Mullen Tribe warrior. A demon’s spear lodged itself from his shoulder to his collarbone. Blood splattered into the waves.
“Graaaah!!!”
Death had already been foreseen. There was no time for healing magic or potions. They were already in the midst of the ocean.
It was the battlefield.
Blood gushed endlessly from the gaping wound.
Consciousness faded fast.
Death approached.
A very clear death.
The Mullen Tribe warrior moved until the very end. They weren’t divine beings. Yet, they were certainly not the legendary demons that couldn’t be defeated either.
The ocean was born.
The homeland of all Mullen Tribe.
Dying here, buried in blood and bones, was an honor.
Kwah─dud
The warrior twisted the sword stuck in the demon’s neck once more before pulling it out.
He stabbed again.
In the rapid flow of thoughts that raced through the warrior’s mind, the final destination was determined: a shared doom.
The demon’s blood splattered like a fountain onto the ground.
The corpses of one demon and one merman slowly sank into the sea.
Stepping over the bodies of comrades. Surpassing them. They aimed their weapons at each other’s throats.
Endless crimson hues were painted across the blue sea.
*
Yuma watched the war at sea from the skies.
On the griffin, Yuma and Cloney rode atop Ethan.
There was Duke Yuma and Cloney.
“Duke!”
Cloney’s gaze fell upon the Mullen Tribe warriors and demons endlessly aiming their weapons at each other.
The once clear blue sea was now overflowing with gray waves.
The red blood of the fallen Mullen Tribe warriors sank into the sea, crumpling Cloney’s heart.
“I think it’s okay to drop down here.”
“What do you mean?”
“… I just want to fall after dropping a little more.”
“I can lend you the divine artifact.”
[Nepthunus's Footprint].
Yuma was saying he could lend her the divine artifact that walked over the sea.
But Cloney shook her head firmly.
“It’s okay, Duke.”
“Are you going to use magic?”
“Yes, I want to join the Mullen tribes’ mages right away.”
It was too obvious in Cloney’s golden eyes to ask if it was dangerous.
“Got it.”
Yuma decided to trust Cloney’s confidence and talent.
Hooook!
At Yuma’s command, Ethan rushed towards the sea.
It was obvious that throwing her body would result in crashing into the water.
“I’ll be back, Duke!”
Whiz—
From that height, Cloney threw herself down.
Cloney’s long black hair flared fiercely behind her.
A magical staff was held in her right hand.
Her right hand moved quickly.
Whhhaaa—
Water shot up vertically, even higher than the demon giant visible in the distance.
The column of water that stopped abruptly beneath Cloney suddenly formed droplets, creating a full moon and embracing Cloney.
– As expected, Cloney is a genius.
Balmung’s voice echoed in Yuma’s mind.
Droplets descended slowly beside the Mullen Tribe mages.
“Cloney!”
Seeing Cloney arriving at the sea while maintaining the droplets, the Mullen Tribe mages gasped with widened eyes.
Cloney immediately hopped onto a seahorse offered to her by one of the mages.
“Let’s go.”
The Mullen Tribe mages were rather flustered by Cloney’s sudden appearance.
“We must defend the sea.”
At Cloney’s soft words, they nodded vigorously.
“Right!”
The mages on the Sylbiriya moved a bit further ahead.
“Let’s launch an attack!!”
As the great mage of Mullen, Ariel, shouted, they gestured simultaneously. Once again, a tsunami surged up, taking shape.
Spear.
A gigantic column of water in the form of a mounted spear held by the demon army spread along the horizon.
What decorated the horizon was the spear of the tsunami.
“Deploy!”
Ariel’s cry rang out powerfully.
Swoosh!
The spear of water pierced through the head and upper body of the demon giant.
“Gaaah!”
The limbs of the demons floated lifelessly along with the hellhound in the sea, all thanks to the spear.
“Let’s go, Ethan.”
As Cloney safely landed on the sea and confirmed her joining the mages, Yuma ordered Ethan to push forward.
He had made a judgment on his target to kill.
Yuma pressed himself flat against Ethan.
Ethan’s golden eyes sparkled.
Boom!
A sonic boom erupted forcefully from Ethan’s heels.
The griffon charged down like a meteor.
[Lv.132] Gulas
This demon giant seemed to be in a tank-and-damage dealer position.
Gulas suddenly threw a fist at Ethan, who was rushing toward him.
The fist was charged with round-shaped magic.
BANG─!
Yuma swung Balmung.
He successfully parried, using that magic’s front as the parrying point.
[Absolute Counter]
Ka-boom─!
The black magic rebounded and sent the giant’s upper body flying without a trace.
All eyes, including Yeerkur’s and the Mullen Tribe warriors, turned toward Yuma, who was gliding on the griffon.
“Yuma…!”
As Yuma soared through the sky, the demon warriors shot ranged strikes at him.
Zwaaack!
Three pillars of black wind shot forth as if they were missiles trying to take down a fighter jet.
Yuma’s calm, silver eyes locked onto the winds.
BANG!
Yuma’s right arm moved again.
BANG! KABOOM!
The trajectories of the black winds twisted at all angles.
[Absolute Counter]
The black winds turned into enormous bolts of lightning, crashing into the sea.
Rumbling!
Kaboom!
The sky flashed three times.
Hundreds of demons were obliterated in an instant.
The sword energy condensed in Yeerkur’s giant sword raced horizontally in the shape of a massive crescent moon.
That god was creating a turning point.
It meant a pivotal chance to bring victory to the Mullen Tribe.
They had to seize that opportunity.
The heads of hellhounds and demons were swept away by the blue crescent moon.
“Show them who rules this sea─!”
The Mullen King’s shout echoed across the ocean.
The blood of the dark, sticky demons created countless ripples.
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