A succubus devours its master? She then raises a twelve-winged angel!

Chapter 471 The Human Race Will Inevitably Win!
at the same time.

Deep within the seventh level of the Demon Abyss lies a vast palace complex constructed from skeletons and lava.

The main hall was currently filled with an aura of rage.

"Roar--!!!!"

A roar erupted from the deepest part of the palace.

The entire demon palace and even the surrounding territory spanning thousands of miles were trembling violently.

Countless low-level demons that depended on this place disintegrated instantly upon hearing this roar, turning into pure demonic energy that was absorbed by the palace.

The enormous figure that had been sitting on the throne in the palace had now stood up.

He was the demon god who had previously attempted to descend to the Angel Realm through an incomplete passage, only to have his arm severed by Liuli's sword.
Calamity.

His true form was even more terrifying than his outstretched arm.

Its body is hundreds of feet tall.

It consists of countless twisted and writhing shadows, constantly peeling and regenerating rotten flesh, and bone spurs that gleam with a cold metallic light.

Its head has three pairs of menacing, curved horns of varying lengths.

The face was hidden in the swirling, chaotic mist, with only six purple eyes burning with rage clearly visible.

And this moment.

His right shoulder blade, where the arm originally connects.

All that remained was an ugly wound, constantly dripping corrosive dark purple demonic blood.

At the edge of the wound, a trace of extremely stubborn destructive energy still remained.

"You ants... how dare you harm me!!!"

The will of the Evil Demon God reverberated throughout the entire seventh level of the Demon Abyss, and the fury in its six eyes was almost tangible.

“That angel…that sword…”

"And that hateful aura of the world's blessing... I'll remember it!"

"When I see you again, I will tear your souls out and torment you for eternity!"

"To completely devour that world!"

In his rage, the demonic energy around him surged wildly.

It transformed into a series of pitch-black, destructive torrents, indiscriminately impacting everything within the territory.

This anomaly naturally attracted the attention of some non-demon beings.

On the outskirts of the Demon Palace, in a hidden and rudimentary stronghold converted from an abandoned mine.

Several humans dressed in old clothes, their faces smeared with special mud to ward off demonic energy.

He held his breath, peering through the rough observation hole.

They gazed at the direction of the demon palace in the distance, where demonic energy surged and trembled.

There was no fear of the monsters in their eyes, only calm observation and a hint of suppressed excitement.

"The demon god's aura is chaotic... extremely angry... the demon palace area is almost completely destroyed..."

One of them lowered his voice and quickly took notes of everything he observed.

"There's no mistake, E'sha is really injured, and seriously so!"

"To enrage a demon god like this, the losses must be enormous! Could it be that other demon gods have intervened?"

"Not like."

The middle-aged man at the head of the group shook his head.

"It's unlikely that there will be a conflict between demon gods. I sensed a spatial fluctuation earlier."

"This injury was most likely inflicted by the demon god while traveling to another dimension! But other possibilities cannot be ruled out."

"Regardless, let's send the intelligence back first and let the leader make a decision!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the command, the others responded in unison.

Then, like shadows, the group blended into the darkness and stealthily made their way deeper into the stronghold.

This intelligence, after several twists and turns, finally reached a very hidden ruin deep within the Abyss.

This is a camp.

Its name is
Torch!

It is also the core stronghold of the remaining human race in the Demon Abyss.

The intelligence was delivered to a simple stone house in the center of the camp.

Inside the room, a figure dressed in a wide black robe, shrouded in shadow, was deep in thought, facing a rough stone wall. On the wall hung two carefully preserved portraits.

The painting on the left depicts a young man with black hair, a resolute gaze, and a handsome, youthful face.

It was Gu Xing.

Beside the portrait are some vague prophecies and descriptions marked in ancient script.

The picture on the right shows a person with long chestnut hair.

The beautiful woman with a gentle and sweet smile is none other than Xiao Lizi.

The soldier presenting the intelligence knelt on one knee and respectfully began to speak:
"Leader, the E'sha has been confirmed to have suffered a severe blow, triggering a large-scale tremor in the Demon Abyss."

The figure in black robes trembled slightly.

The demon god was severely injured?

After confirming the authenticity of the news, his breathing seemed to quicken for a moment under the wide hood.

She remained calm for a long time before waving her hand to dismiss the soldier who had brought the message.

Silence returned to the stone house, with only the dim candlelight flickering and casting her long shadow on the stone wall.

She slowly walked to the stone wall with portraits of Gu Xing and Xiao Lizi hanging on it.

Then he stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked the portrait of Little Chestnut.

"ancestor……"

She spoke softly, her voice clear and melodious, yet tinged with a hint of confusion.

"Does the savior you speak of, who can lead us out of darkness and defeat the demon god... truly exist?"

Her gaze shifted to Gu Xing's portrait:

"Following the clues you left behind, we, the Flamebringer, have searched for so many years, traversing countless dangerous corners of the Abyss..."

"But we still haven't found any trace of Lord Gu Xing. Could he... already be..."

She paused, but didn't voice her guess.

Instead, after remaining silent for a long time, she began to recount the hardships she had endured over the years.

"Over the years, I have led the torch, struggling to survive in the cracks of the abyss like a rat."

"The Abyss of Demons is too vast, and the Demon Gods are too powerful."

"We proceeded with extreme caution in every action, achieved only meager results, yet the sacrifices never ceased..."

"Can I really see any hope of victory?"

"Is there really any possibility for humanity to return to the light?"

The stone wall is silent, the portrait is speechless.

Only the crackling candlelight illuminated her lonely figure.

After a long while, she seemed to break free from her depression, and her eyes regained their firmness.

She removed her large hood, revealing a stunning face.

Her chestnut-brown hair, like the finest silk, flowed smoothly over her shoulders.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful, and her skin was so fair that it seemed to glow even in the dim light of the Demon Abyss.

Especially her eyes, which were exactly the same as those in the portrait of Little Chestnut, were still breathtakingly beautiful, even though they were filled with worry.

Her appearance was seven or eight parts similar to that of the little chestnut in the portrait.

She is a direct descendant of Oguri.

He is also the contemporary leader of "Spark," the human resistance organization in the Abyss.
Chestnut heart.

"anyway……"

Li Xin took a deep breath, put her hood back on, and covered her overly conspicuous face.

"E'Sha is injured; this is an opportunity!"

"Whoever hurt Him proves that the demon god is not invincible."

"We must seize this opportunity and find a way to defeat the demon!"

She walked to the simple desk in the corner of the stone house and began to quickly write down new instructions.

"Continue to closely monitor the movements of Ersha and his demonic forces."

"Contact other strongholds, share intelligence, and find a way to defeat the demon god."

"Humanity will surely prevail!"

(End of this chapter)