Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 38: This is a demon war
Only the Spirit Wind Monkey, the cunning and elusive demon king of Nanling, could cause such erratic behavior in the Flame Demon Wolf. The Spirit Wind Monkey was infamous for its ability to manipulate the minds of other demons-and for its treachery and cunning.
As though to confirm Luke’s assurances, a golden monkey no larger than a child began to emerge from the fur of the Flame Demon Wolf. It carried a slender iron rod, and with malice in its white eyes, surveyed the battlefield.
Locking eyes with the Spirit Wind Monkey, Luke felt anger surging through him. "You’re responsible for this entire mess."
The Spirit Wind Monkey cast a cursory glance in Luke’s direction, its pupils bleeding into an otherworldly white. Luke could feel its power on his mind for an instant.
Nonetheless, Luke’s demon technique beat it to the draw. His big eyes turned to a bright purple as he unleashed his strongest spell.
"Lone Star Wolf—Cursed Demon Pupil!"
A black door emerged behind her, pulsating with a dense, almost liquid-like demon energy, from which shadowy hands burst forth to claw at the monkey, trying to pull it into the abyss.
The Spirit-Wind Monkey let out a shrill peak when the cursed energy engulfed its body in response.
This was the moment for the Female Wolf King to strike. She charged toward the Spirit Wind Monkey surprisingly quickly for someone her size, her claws gleaming with a deadly light.
But before her attack could land, the Spirit Wind Monkey’s body became rather blurry. In the blink of an eye, it had vanished and reappeared a few yards away, breathing heavily, but defiantly facing its attacker.
Luke’s spell of cursing was over, and his spell couldn’t bear the demon anymore.
"I can’t hold it again," Luke growled to the Female Wolf King.
The Female Wolf King acknowledged, with a low growl, her look filled with gratitude and newfound respect.
Turning back to the fighting, Luke called to Zach, positioned nearby, fierce and unwilling to back down.
"Zach! Give command of the Demon Wolf Legion to Raven and confine the Volcanic Poison Wolf!"
Zach, although tired at that moment, nodded. "Affirmative!"
Luke’s voice hardened into a grim command. "I’ll deal with the Flame Demon Wolf myself. It’s time to put an end to this."
There was some new energy on the battlefield as, one after another, Luke and Zach prepared their respective actions.
Meanwhile, just under the edge of Blue Wolf Valley, human military mages were still arrival-in their numbers, under the command of Caden and Chloe. Their Skyhawk swooped down into the busy battlefield, and their riders leapt onto the ground with proficiency, preparing spells at once.
Caden scanned through the battlefield, his sharp eyes assessing the situation as he recognised Zach in the distance and directed Chloe to him.
"Get the details," Caden gave out the order.
Chloe nodded, her wind wings activating as she flew toward Zach.
"Eh..."
Zach froze in mid-air, his mind racing to process Luke’s sudden command.
"Who is Marissa Jones? And when did the Female Wolf King become an ally?"
Zach didn’t know the details, but Luke’s tone left no room for questions. He realized now wasn’t the time to ask either—every passing second meant more of the One-Eyed Demon Wolves and Bone-Spur Wolves falling in battle. After spending nearly half a year with them, Zach had grown to see the Demon Wolves as his comrades.
"Fine, I’ll do it," Zach grumbled, flaring his Wind Wings and darting toward the human forces approaching from the outskirts.
The Spirit Wind Monkey might have been a cunning strategist, but there was no way it could have predicted Luke’s unique presence—nor the bizarre relationship he had formed with the Demon Wolves. This unexpected dynamic was the flaw in the Spirit Wind Monkey’s otherwise seamless plan.
"You thought I was just a mid-level commander you could toy with?" Luke sneered. His eyes blazed with fury as he turned his attention back to the Volcanic Poison Wolf and the Flame Demon Wolf. Both were visibly weaker now—the effects of bloodthirsty frenzy had faded, leaving the Flame Demon Wolf significantly diminished. Meanwhile, the Volcanic Poison Wolf bore wounds from both Luke’s whip-like tail and the Flame Demon Wolf’s claws. Neither leader of the Fire Demon Wolves would escape today.
At the entrance to the valley, the inferno of battle raged on. A wounded Raven limped forward, roaring defiantly to rally the remaining Demon Wolves. The heat from the flames reflected in his eyes as he faced tens of thousands of enemy demons.
Though still nursing his injuries, Raven’s commanding presence reignited hope among the defending forces.
"Morgan, slow down! We’re not invincible in Nanling!"
Morgan Jones barely glanced back at the cautionary words from his younger brother, Mason Jones. His face was etched with determination.
"Slow down? If Marissa dies, are you going to take responsibility?" Morgan snapped.
Mason bit his lip, realizing further argument was pointless. In his heart, he doubted Marissa’s survival. After all, if she had been captured by the Volcanic Poison Wolf, the likelihood of her being alive was slim. But Morgan’s unrelenting will left no room for hesitation.
"Don’t worry, Morgan," the only woman among them, Iris Jones, chimed in. "We’ll rescue her."
Morgan nodded curtly, his emotions momentarily tempered. But as they approached Blue Wolf Valley, the sheer scale of the scene stopped him cold.
"What the..."
Morgan’s voice trailed off as he took in the chaos.
The valley was a maelstrom of destruction. Tens of thousands of demons clashed—One-Eyed Demon Wolves, Fire Demon Wolves, Red Flame Tigers, Wind Monkeys, and even the Gold-Devouring Elders and Horned Fire Cows. The air was thick with blood, and the ground beneath them was littered with bodies.
At the heart of the battlefield stood the monarchs: the Female Wolf King, the Male Wolf King, and several other demon kings, including the Spirit Wind Monkey, the Blood-Pupil Demon Ape, and the Iron-Backed Blue Bear.
"This... this is a demon war," Morgan whispered, his voice laced with disbelief.
