Chapter 565: Hornet Nest

While everyone struggled to make sense of the sudden appearance of this new threat in the war, another storm was brewing.

A deep, low rumble echoed from the gate of Hell, shaking the ground like the beat of a monstrous heart.

Then, the second wave came. From the endless flames, horrifying creatures began to crawl out. Their bodies were made of molten lava, glowing with intense heat.

Cracks ran along their burning bodies, revealing rivers of molten rock flowing beneath their skin. Each step they took scorched the earth, leaving it smoking and burned.

More creatures kept pouring out, their numbers growing until there were over a hundred million, creating a terrifying, unstoppable horde.

Despite their overwhelming numbers, the creatures stopped, falling silent as they turned toward the gate.

From the swirling flames of the portal, twelve winged figures flew out.

These beings commanded immediate respect, their presence much more powerful than the countless creatures.

At first glance, they looked human, but their features revealed their infernal nature.

Their eyes glowed bright crimson, burning with a dangerous, malicious light that seemed to pierce anyone who dared to look at them.

"I can’t believe someone actually killed those three," one devil spoke, his voice filled with disbelief. His black wings, sharp and fly-like, buzzed faintly as he shifted.

This was Beelzebub, a devil of monstrous power. While Asmodeus represented Lust, Beelzebub embodied Gluttony.

"We underestimated this world too much," another devil added, his voice sharp with frustration. His wings were a grotesque mix of different creatures, like they had been torn from other beings and forced onto his back.

This was Leviathan, the devil of Envy.

"We’ve been hiding, trying to lure the angels out, but to think that those three would be killed by someone else," Leviathan continued, his voice full of irritation and curiosity. "I wonder how strong that person must be."

"Whoever that person is, he must have a lot of treasures," another devil interrupted, his voice filled with excitement. His bat-like wings glowed with pure gold. This was Mammon, the devil of Greed.

"I want to fight him already," he added, a greedy grin spreading across his face. His eyes burned with desire—not just for power, but for whatever treasures this person might have.

For Mammon, every battle was just another way to claim something for himself.

The other winged devils stayed silent, though they were all generals. They knew better than to speak out of turn. Beelzebub, Leviathan, and Mammon were far stronger and more powerful than the rest, and everyone respected their higher status.

"Let’s expand our territory for Lucifer," Beelzebub declared, his wings buzzing as he flew forward.

"Everyone, attack every city you see," he commanded, his voice cold and merciless. "Kill everyone and leave no one alive!"

His words hung in the air, like a death sentence, and the atmosphere grew heavy with the promise of destruction. The devils, both generals and lower beings, immediately obeyed, their monstrous bodies ready to unleash Hell on Earth.

With his order, massive metal gates began to rise from the ground, towering structures that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

The gates creaked open with a deafening, metallic grind, revealing portals that led directly to cities near this place

"RARRRR!" The devils’ creatures roared in unison, a terrifying sound that echoed across the land.

Without wasting a moment, they charged forward.

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Central City.

"Twenty cities... gone just like that," the President muttered, her voice filled with exhaustion as she leaned back in her chair.

A look of defeat crossed her face.

What they thought would be a turning point in the war had instead unleashed a wave of destruction, far beyond anything they could have anticipated. The enemy’s power had only grown, and the humans was now paying the price.

"How do you expect us to win against that?" she bit her lip in frustration, her mind racing.

This was no longer a battle that could be won with technology and unity alone.

Even the BIOGEN Meta-humans, their most powerful asset, were nowhere to be found.

For some reason, they had vanished, perhaps because they knew this was a losing fight. Maybe they didn’t want to sacrifice their secret weapons, knowing that the odds were stacked against them.

The only hope left for humanity now rested on the demons—those who had once been enemies, now the only potential allies in this desperate war. But even that was uncertain.

’That’s right, maybe that person could help us!’ she exclaimed, her eyes widening as the thought struck her.

She remembered the mysterious entity who had killed the three devil generals in the first place.

It was a long shot, but in the face of such overwhelming destruction, it was the only hope left. If they could find this powerful being, perhaps they could turn the tide in humanity’s favor.

She quickly pressed a few buttons on her console, her hands trembling slightly as she typed out a message.

If anyone had the power to reach the mysterious entity, it was him. The question was whether he would be willing to help—or if he even could.

Next, she started issuing commands from her office, focused on the immediate issue at hand.

Her best option was to hold off the invasion long enough to strike a deal with the primordial demon. She didn’t care what she had to sacrifice, as long as she could secure his help.

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Abyssal Alliance Capital .

"Reign, how is your progress regarding your father’s work?" Draven asked, his voice calm but filled with underlying concern. He had come to visit his grandson after receiving the troubling news about the Hell Army’s attack.

Reign tapped the desk. He hadn’t really looked into his father’s work—he had been too busy focusing on getting stronger.

But he wasn’t about to admit that. Instead, he pretended to read the papers in front of him, letting out a heavy sigh.

"It’s too complicated," he said, sounding frustrated. "I need more time." He leaned back in his chair, acting like he was doing his best.

"We don’t have much time," Draven said, his voice serious. "The Hell’s Army sent more people. Right now, twelve confirmed generals have been spotted, and over a hundred million devils attacked human cities at the same time. It won’t be long before the entire western region is overwhelmed. And if that happens, the east will be next."

Reign was momentarily taken aback. It seemed the enemy was really enraged that he had killed their generals.

"I’ll do my best," he responded, hoping it would be enough to make Draven stop bothering him.

As for the hell’s army sending more, Reign wasn’t too worried. The more devils that came, the more experience he would gain, and the stronger he would become.

For some, this was a calamity, but for him, it felt like one of those special events in games where he could level up quickly.

Draven let out a sigh, noticing that his grandson wasn’t taking the situation seriously.

"I have so much in my plate. And there’s also the message from Central City. They wanted to ask about that primordial demon."

Reign’s head snapped up at the mention of it. "Tell me more about it," he demanded, his interest suddenly piqued.

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"Just focus on your research," Draven said, brushing off the concern. "She just wants the primordial demon to fight off the Hell’s Army. I heard the meta-humans have gone incognito, so now they have limited options and is getting desperate"

"How about you? Aren’t you going to help the West?" Reign asked, noticing that his grandfather didn’t seem as confident as before.

Draven sighed and shook his head. "I don’t want to sacrifice any more of my people. The West is done. I’m focusing now on uniting all demons in the East to build an army. We will protect our remaining territory here."

"So you’re giving up?" Reign raised an eyebrow. "If the hell’s army conquers the West, we can expect more devils to come, like you said. And I doubt uniting everyone in the East will do much. Sooner or later, we’ll be destroyed."

"I don’t care. I just need to buy time for you to finish your research," Draven admitted, his tone shifting slightly.

"And what if I fail? There’s no real assurance I can perfect this," Reign added.

"Then we all die," Draven replied bluntly.

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away. He had other matters to attend to.

Though he hoped Reign would succeed, Draven wouldn’t blame him if he failed. After all, asking his grandson to complete this particular research was nearly impossible.

’How disappointing,’ Reign muttered, shaking his head. He had expected more grit from his grandfather, but in the end, fear had consumed the old demon.

He couldn’t really blame the demon god. As a leader, Draven had to consider many factors, whereas Reign—who didn’t even had guilt anymore—wouldn’t bat an eye even if the entire world perished.

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