Demon King of the Royal Class-Chapter 660

Lucinil was utterly shocked when she saw the magical star suddenly appear in the sky above the gathering of the Vampire Lords’ mages.

“What... what is that?”

It was a form of magic she had never encountered before, and she couldn’t begin to comprehend its nature.

“It seems our dear secretary has caused quite a stir,” Antirianus said, bursting into laughter as he gazed at the massive sphere.

“Harriet? She did this?”

Lucinil shot a glance at Antirianus as she continued to cast a long-range destructive spell. “What is that thing, anyway?”

“I don’t know.”

“What? You sounded like you knew something—”

Boom!

Before Lucinil could finish her sentence, a flash of light shot out from the massive magical sphere, striking the heart of the monster horde.

It was just a single beam of white light.

Kaboom!

Yet, its effect was far from simple.

The explosion was more devastating than a meteor strike, obliterating all the monsters around it in an instant.

Lucinil stood frozen, awestruck by the sheer destructive force.

“Since it’s unknown magic, shouldn’t we expect it to cause such unknown effects?”

“What is it, really...?”

Even though they had inspired it, they never could have imagined it would eventually take such a form.

That flash of light wasn’t just a one-time event.

Boom!

The blue magical star continued to unleash its destructive beams, targeting both the ground and the sky.

The massive monsters that were struck by the beams, along with the flying creatures caught in the explosions, were obliterated in an instant.

“What is that thing? Is it channeling some unknown destructive magic? At that speed?”

“Is anything truly impossible with magic?” Antirianus replied, his words echoing the sort of fantasies held by amateur mages or those unfamiliar with the true nature of magic.

Mages were acutely aware of the limitations of magic. The Vampire Lords, who had lived the longest, understood better than anyone what magic could and could not accomplish.

What Antirianus had said was supposed to be nothing more than a cruel jest. Yet somehow, what he had said in jest had become reality.

Crackle!

Lightning bolts erupted from the magical star to intercept the hordes of flying monsters even as it continued to unleash beams of destructive light.

The scale of the destructive spells raining down, which were being manifested directly on the battlefield rather than being launched from the magical sphere, had more than doubled. That single sphere was casting an innumerable number of spells at an unimaginable speed.

“What am I... witnessing right now...?” Lucinil murmured, her statement echoing the disbelief that gripped all the other mages on the battlefield as they teetered on the brink of panic at the sight of the magical star.

“If you live long enough,” Antirianus mused with a smile, “you get to witness a lot.”

Even a madman who thrived on chaos and bloodshed couldn’t help but admire the grand miracle unfolding before him, crafted by a single genius.

The Immortals had vanished, leaving the battlefield to an unknown fate. But a meteor shower had rained down, sweeping away the monstrous hordes. Then, the Demon King revealed himself, pressing forward through the chaos, while a mysterious giant star provided covering fire from the rear.

It wasn’t just capable of destruction; blue barriers of protection appeared around the charging soldiers as well.

Though the situation was beyond comprehension, all the combatants understood that these phenomena were aiding the Allied Forces. The morale of the army, which had been on the brink of collapse, was now bolstered. Retreating soldiers began to regain their resolve and began to retake their positions.

Rumble!

From the far side of the battlefield, something else emerged to restore the crumbling morale of the troops.

As the dust settled, a massive figure came into view.

—It’s the Titan...!

—The Titan has arrived!

The appearance of this colossal weapon, visible from every corner of the battlefield, evaporated the last lingering bits of despair. Cheers erupted from the ranks of the Allied Forces.

“Oh... It looks like the Titan is being deployed already,” Antirianus remarked, concern etched in his voice.

Lucinil bit her lip, worry shadowing her eyes. “This isn’t good.”

“Indeed,” Antirianus agreed.

The Titan was supposed to be summoned only after the Allied Forces had made significant progress. However, in response to the fear that the Allied Forces might crumble before reaching Diane, the Titan had been deployed ahead of schedule.

The Titan could only operate for less than an hour. Using it at this juncture to boost morale meant it wouldn’t be available for the crucial push into the heart of Diane.

***

“Will it be alright...?” Adelia asked, her voice tinged with worry.

The Grand Duke shook his head, his expression somber. “No, it won’t be.”

The Titan was supposed to be kept in reserve. Yet its deployment was necessary to prevent the Allied Forces from falling apart.

The sight of Titan was undeniably a powerful morale booster. The hesitant Allied Forces resumed their advance, spurred on by Titan’s aggressive charge. However, it would vanish when it would truly be needed, when it came time to destroy the warp gates deep within Diane. If the Titan disappeared at that crucial moment, the morale of the Allied Forces could crumble once again.

It was the final day of the conflict, no matter what the outcome. Whether it meant the continent’s destruction or the end of the monsters, everything rested on that single day.

The Grand Duke gazed at the blue star hovering in the sky beyond the battlefield.

It was a colossal miracle, a phenomenon beyond his understanding. A miracle of destruction that had no place in a time of peace.

Titan, the Immortals, and now even that.

All the talents in the world were being harnessed solely for destruction.

The hope that this day would mark the end of this era was a shared wish that lingered in the hearts of all.

***

The battlefield was filled with the eerie cries of phantom horses as the army of Death Knights charged forward.

Mounted on their phantom horses, the Death Knights tore through the ranks of monsters, defying the natural order with their relentless advance.

These spectral riders and their mounts leaped over towering beasts, some over seven meters tall, as if they were nothing more than minor obstacles. Their speed and agility rendered them untouchable.

Any human facing them would find it a terrifying spectacle, but that fear now belonged to the monsters.

Leading the charge was Olivia Lanche, her massive spear a blur as it pierced, slashed, and sliced through the creatures in her path.

Though she had chosen not to wield Tiamata to save its power for Reinhart’s impending battle, Olivia’s mastery of Divine Power made Tiamata’s absence insignificant.

As she moved gracefully across the battlefield, Olivia raised her hand to the sky. A brilliant light descended, enveloping the vast expanse below.

A collective gasp echoed through the air. The wounds of the injured and the dying began to mend. This warm, holy light was not just a healing force; it was life itself. The power of purity...

Olivia, now even more powerful than when she had been known as the Saintess of Eredian, spread this healing light across the entire battlefield, restoring everyone in its path.

What most priests could only achieve with their utmost effort, Olivia accomplished effortlessly, over an astonishingly wide area. For those who witnessed this miracle of life, their conflicting thoughts of the Demon King or the Emperor faded into insignificance.

It was sacred.

It was beautiful.

A being that radiated such warmth and light in the world... The one whom such a being chose to follow could never be evil.

In fact, wasn’t that person the very embodiment of the Ouen, the God of Purity?

But Olivia Lanche had no interest in what others thought.

As if in defiance of their shifting opinions, a dark shadow swirled about her right hand, far removed from the power of purity, as she rode the phantom horse across the battlefield.

Standing on her phantom horse like an acrobat, Olivia leaped toward a giant monster as tall as a bell tower.

Thud!

Compared to the massive creature, the spear in Olivia’s right hand seemed no more than a toothpick. Yet the black energy that erupted from the spear exploded like lightning, tearing the giant monster apart.

Rooooooar!

Thud...!

The creature, which seemed to have been felled by a single blow, stood upright. Its gaze, once filled with fiery rage, had shifted. It was as if something had corrupted it. A dark shadow flickered ominously in the monster’s enormous eyes.

Those witnessing Olivia Lanche fighting realized the truth.

The beasts that had been pierced by Olivia’s spear, the same Olivia who radiated with the light of life, were not truly dead. They were rising again, defying death.

But this time, they were turning against their own kind instead of the human army.

The giant monster, as if under some unseen control, turned away from the advancing humans and unleashed its blazing flames upon its fellow creatures.

Spreading the light of life while harnessing the corruption that governed death...

She was truly the Saintess of Life and Death.

Olivia Lanche was resurrecting the fallen monsters to combat their living brethren.

Still mounted on her phantom horse, she rode up the massive monster’s back, and reached its crown.

But she didn’t stop there.

Rumble!

A colossal dragon-shaped creature, claws poised to attack, plunged steeply toward the fiery crown of the beast below.

From where she was, Olivia readied her spear, pointing it skyward.

Kaboom!

She launched her spear upward, and it pierced the massive body of the swooping dragon with a thunderous crack.

Crunch!

The dragon plummeted to the ground, crushing countless other monsters beneath its weight.

Olivia, astride her phantom horse, charged toward the fallen beast, her spear still embedded in its scales.

Though the dragon was on the brink of death, the power of corruption forced it to rise again.

Riding her phantom horse, Olivia Lanche grinned. “Finally...”

Up to this moment, she had been forced to conceal her true power, unable to unleash her full strength. But now, she had to give it her all.

“I’ve always wanted to ride one of these!”

She leaped off her phantom horse in a single graceful motion and landed on the dragon’s back as it rose, its body animated by the dark magic.

The phantom horse vanished, and Olivia found herself astride a new mount.

Whoosh!

With a mighty flap of its wings, the resurrected dragon leaped back into the air and soared into the sky.

Roooooar!

Kaboom!

Lightning and flames erupted from the dragon’s maw.

Kaboom! Kaboom!

From atop the dragon, Olivia Lanche wielded a spear formed from the aura of death, striking down the flying monsters around her with expert precision.

The dead creatures were reanimated as they plummeted toward the ground, taking to the skies once more before even hitting the ground below.

In her right hand, she wielded the light of healing.

In her left, the spear of death.

The monsters slain by Olivia rose once more, turning against their own kind, while the humans touched by her healing light were pulled back from the edge of death.

She was the Saintess of Life and Death.

Everyone on the battlefield gazed up at the radiant glow of life and death spilling from Olivia Lanche as she sat atop her dragon.