Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The white light completely engulfed them.

In that instant, a pillar of dark red fire spewed from the demon's throat.

The temperature of the flames was ridiculously high.

Before it even touched the surface, the airship's hull had already begun to char and crack.

The pillar of fire passed through the spot where the Forest Demon and Elvia had just been standing and slammed into the demon's own back.

Dark red flames exploded instantly.

The sharp feathers on the demon's back twisted and melted in the flames.

But it was not injured.

Those flames are its own primordial fire.

It is as harmless to it as bathwater.

What was truly ignited were the vines that twined around the base of the feathers.

【Growing Grass Technique】The vines that are forced to grow instantly turn to ashes in the flames.

The airship lost its anchor and began to slide downwards.

But Lin Gui and Elvia have disappeared.

The demon could not sense the presence of the two small insects on its back.

It thought they had been burned to ashes by its own flames.

It ignored it.

It simply shook its body, shaking off the burning vine residue.

Then, it continued flying forward.

Towards deeper into the rift valley.

Towards the true center of the Kuroshio Current.

It flies very fast.

So fast that the surrounding scenery became blurry lines.

But it didn't notice that the sparks it flung off drifted toward the surrounding sky demons that had no time to dodge.

One.

Two.

Ten.

One hundred.

The low- and mid-level sky demons roared and struggled madly in the flames.

They couldn't withstand this epic primal fire.

One after another, they transformed into fireballs and fell from the sky.

Dark red fire rained down from the sky.

It landed on the mountain walls on both sides of the rift valley.

They landed among the dense horde of demons.

It fell into the black ocean, igniting waves of fire.

The epic demon did not look back.

It just kept flying forward.

Soon, it reached the deepest part of the rift valley.

There.

It was an open space.

Demons surrounded them.

Each of those demons was much larger than it.

Some were covered in frost, exhaling white mist with every breath.

Some were completely black, like monsters born from the shadows, their outlines invisible even to the light.

Some of them have countless tentacles, and each tentacle is covered with eyes.

All those eyes were fixed in the same direction.

The center of the fissure.

There is a raised patch of soil.

The soil was black.

It was shiny black.

It looks like something is about to crawl out from below.

The epic demons around them stood silently.

There was no roaring.

No action was taken.

He just stared at that patch of soil.

then.

The soil has cracked.

A huge eye opened from the crack.

Those eyes were deep purple.

It was so purple it looked almost black.

Like an abyss.

Like a black hole.

It's like a hollow that can suck in your soul.

Then, the second one.

The third one.

The fourth one.

Countless.

The cracks widened, the soil was pushed apart, and a colossal object slowly rose from the ground.

That is.

A mountain.

No.

It is larger than a mountain.

Its body is black and viscous, like countless octopus tentacles intertwined together.

But those tentacles were covered with countless eyes.

Big ones, small ones, open ones, half-closed ones.

Those eyes looked in all directions.

Look at each and every demon.

Look at every inch of land.

Look around every corner.

The moment those eyes looked over.

The withered rift valley has disappeared.

It wasn't destroyed.

It simply disappeared.

The deep, unfathomable scars that had stretched across the land for thousands of years were leveled.

Countless low-level demons turned to ashes in that instant.

There wasn't even time to let out a scream.

Only those powerful demons.

Only the legendary and epic can barely withstand that gaze.

Even the extraordinary beings who were considered powerful in human city-states were all wiped out at this moment.

The ocean of demons evaporated instantly.

Then it was filled again by the surging tide of demons from afar.

They crossed the vanished rift valley.

They gathered toward the fully awakened demigod demon.

They lowered their heads.

They lay prostrate on the ground.

They surrounded that enormous thing.

waiting.

The enormous thing moved.

It raised one of its tentacles.

The tentacles were very long, so long that you couldn't see the end.

With a gentle wave of its tentacle.

The mountain more than ten kilometers away collapsed instantly.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky.

Then, it retracted its tentacles.

All those eyes were looking in one direction.

northwest.

That's the direction of Carter's capital.

At the same time.

Carter's capital.

The backyard of the antique shop.

Katalia stood in the moonlight and looked up.

Her golden eyes gazed into the distance.

"He...has come."

Her voice was very soft.

It was as understated as saying the weather was nice today.

Carlyle paused for a moment.

You mean...

"Phase Three"

Katalia's voice returned to calm.

"That little mage has terrible luck."

"He can't possibly still be alive."

Carlyle sighed, his tone tinged with regret. Then he asked:

"Then... what about those who aren't on the list?"

"They're just refugees from outside..."

Katalia turned around.

The moonlight shone on her face, and that exquisitely beautiful face, which seemed almost inhuman, was completely expressionless.

"Carter today doesn't need useless people."

Her voice was calm.

"Let them perish along with this city-state."

Carlyle fell silent.

He lowered his head.

He didn't say anything more.

He simply turned away silently and followed Katarina into the shadows.

Refugee neighborhood.

Outside the shed.

Those who had just seen off the monk who delivered the message suddenly found the surrounding streets quiet.

Those knights in black armor disappeared without a trace.

A young man looked up and gazed into the distance.

The direction of the royal palace.

On that Starry Mountain, the lights are usually on full display.

But at this moment, it was pitch black.

Meanwhile, terrifying demonic screams echoed from the far distance.

They realized something.

The apocalypse, which was thought to be a few days away, happened sooner than expected.

They suddenly looked towards Xingyao Mountain.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the towering wall.

They should have been protected by a barrier at this moment, just as they had appeared abruptly at the beginning.

did not appear.

"Barrier..."

His voice was trembling.

"The barrier hasn't risen..."

The people around were stunned.

Then, panic began to spread.

"They're gone?"

"They abandoned us?"

"No...no...no! I don't want to die..."

No one could answer them.

Only in the distance came a low, guttural roar.

The sound was very far away.

But it's getting closer.

A woman holding a child looked up.

sky.

A dense mass of dark shadows swept across the moonlight.

Those dark figures were originally flying towards the withered rift valley.

But now.

They stopped.

They turned their heads.

Blood began to seep into those empty eyes.

then.

They swooped down.

The fall of Carter's capital has begun.

It was not a slow fall.

It is an instantaneous, thorough, and merciless crushing.

The newly awakened demigod demon merely glanced in this direction.

But just that one glance.

It is enough.

The epic demons, the legendary demons, and the millions of ordinary demons surrounding it.

Driven by its gaze, it changed direction.

They no longer gather towards the withered rift valley.

Instead, it headed towards the capital of Carter.

Heading towards this city-state that was once known as the safest in the southwest.

They surged away.

The first to arrive were the fastest sky demons.

They swooped down from the clouds like black arrows, piercing the sleeping city.

The first demon crashed into a shed.

The roof was completely ripped off.

A scream rang out.

Then came the second one.

The third one.

The fourth one.

People were running frantically through the streets.

But they couldn't outrun those swooping shadows.

An old man was pierced through the chest by sharp claws, his whole body was lifted into the sky, and then torn to pieces.

A mother carrying her child ran desperately, but was struck by the tail of a demon, and the two crashed into the ruins.

A young man picked up a wooden stick and tried to fight back, but half of his head was bitten off.

Blood flows into a river.

Screams.

Cries and screams.

A roar.

They blended together.

But this is only the beginning.

The real destruction comes from the ground.

The demons that had been surging across the ground had finally arrived.

They surged into the capital of Carter from all directions like a black tide.

The seven city walls were once known as indestructible.

But before that black tide, it was as fragile as paper.

The first city wall was smashed by an epic demon's head.

The second city wall was directly crushed by the bodies of countless demons.

The third wall was reduced to rubble by the demon's claws.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

The sixth one.

The seventh one.

In less than fifteen minutes, the seven walls that King Carter was so proud of were all reduced to ruins.

Demons flooded into the city.

They trampled across the streets.

Stomp on those exquisite stone slabs.

It crashed into those towering buildings.

The mansion in the noble district collapsed under the demon's attack.

The shops in the commercial district were crushed into dust by the demon's body.

The shacks in the slums were reduced to pieces by the devil's claws.

Flames shot into the sky.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

The once prosperous capital of Carter was gradually reduced to ruins under the trampling of demons.

Those magnificent buildings, those exquisite sculptures, those city walls that have witnessed hundreds of years of history.

It all turned into rubble.

Everything turned to dust.

Those who could not escape were caught by the demons, torn apart, and devoured.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

But gradually, fewer and fewer of them appeared.

Because fewer and fewer people are alive.

Xingyao Mountain.

Royal Palace.

That place that only the most noble and powerful can enter.

At this moment, the palace was empty.

Only a few thin figures stood in the stands.

They were those homeless children.

They ran all the way up from the Knights Quarter.

They ran into this palace, a place they could never have imagined in their lives.

They ate the exquisite pastries left behind by the nobles.

Drinking those wines whose names I don't know.

Leaning on the railing, I looked down at the city-state that was falling below.

Flames shot into the sky.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Demons ravaged the streets like locusts.

They watched in silence.

No one speaks.

A boy took a bite of the cake in his hand, and as he chewed, tears streamed down his face.

"In the next life..."

His voice was very soft.

"In my next life, I want to be a prince."

A girl next to him was hugging a silver candlestick tightly.

"I want to be a princess."

The other boy wiped away his tears and forced a smile.

"Then we can live here."

"Then we won't have to go hungry."

"Then you won't have to worry about being killed."

They looked at each other.

Then, they both looked up.

Look up at the sky.

"Goddess of Light..."

"If you really exist..."

"Please..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

On the horizon, the outline of the massive mountain range that encircled the capital of Carter suddenly collapsed.

It didn't collapse slowly.

It collapsed in an instant.

The mountain is broken.

A drop of thousands of miles was cut in half by something.

Gravel fell like rain.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

then.

That thing appeared.

Black.

Thick and sticky.

Like countless octopus tentacles intertwined together.

Those tentacles were covered with countless eyes.

Deep purple eyes.

All those eyes were now fixed on the Carter capital.

Looking at this small city-state.

The moment those eyes looked over.

The children's voices were stuck in their throats.

Their bodies froze.

Their souls, in that instant, seemed to be gripped by something.

That was an indescribable fear.

It is an irresistible suppression.

It is the despair of an ant looking up at a dragon.

That behemoth hasn't arrived yet.

But the oppressive feeling it brought was already making the entire city-state tremble.

A tentacle reached out from that direction.

With a gentle wave.

Starlight Mountain, the palace that has stood for thousands of years, the mountain that symbolizes the highest power in the Carter Kingdom.

collapsed.

It didn't collapse slowly.

It collapsed in an instant.

The palace collapsed.

Gravel rolled down.

The children standing in the stands were swept into the collapsing torrent before they could even react.

They disappeared into the rubble and dust.

But the collapse of Xingyao Mountain was just the beginning.

The real destruction has only just begun.

The demigod demon merely waved its tentacles.

But the epic demons, the legendary demons, the millions of demons around it, under its command, began a real massacre.

An epic demon, even larger than Starshine Mountain, strode in from the direction of the rift.

With each step it took, the earth trembled.

It lifted its foot and stepped into the Carter capital.

Just one kick.

The entire aristocratic district vanished.

Those remaining mansions, those exquisite gardens, those minor nobles who hadn't yet managed to escape.

They were all ground into minced meat.

Another epic demon, its entire body covered in frost, opened its mouth.

A burst of white, cold air shot out.

Wherever it went, everything turned into ice sculptures.

Then, it touched it gently.

The ice sculpture shattered.

It turned into countless tiny ice crystals, drifting in the wind.

There was also a demon with countless tentacles that reached into every building, grabbed the people inside, and stuffed them into its mouth.

Click.

Click.

The sound of chewing was especially clear in the firelight.

Carter, the capital city, a city-state that had prospered for hundreds of years.

This city-state is known as the safest in the southwest.

This city-state boasts seven walls and countless elite knights.

Under the trampling of demons, it was gradually reduced to ruins.

Those exquisite buildings, those bustling streets, those squares that were once filled with laughter and joy.

They've all disappeared.

Instead, there were rubble, broken tiles, severed limbs, blood, and fire.

People who used to live here.

Those nobles, those merchants, those commoners, those refugees.

Some were torn apart, some were swallowed, some were trampled into mincemeat, and some were frozen into ice sculptures.

Fewer and fewer are alive.

The screams grew weaker and weaker.

In the end, the entire capital of Carter was left only with a deathly silence.

The only sound was the crackling of the flames.

Only the low growls of demons could be heard.

That city-state was completely reduced to wasteland.

on the street.

The old man who prayed for the ghost of the forest collapsed in the ruins.

A broken wooden stick pierced his chest.

Blood was everywhere.

But he is still alive.

His eyes were fixed on the sky.

They gazed at the increasingly approaching, indescribably enormous monster.

His lips moved.

"Goddess of Light..."

His voice was very soft.

"What did I do wrong...?"

"What did we do wrong...?"

No one answered him.

In the distance, a demon turned its head and looked at him.

Those blood-red eyes held only the desire to kill.

The demon charged forward.

All that remained before the old man's eyes was darkness.

A final thought flashed through his mind.

"Master..."

"I hope you are... safe and sound..."

Then, all fell silent.

I don't know how much time passed.

The demons finally stopped their slaughter.

It's not that I don't want to kill.

There were no more living people to kill.

The capital of Carter, once a prosperous city-state, is now nothing but ruins.

gravel.

rubble.

Remains.

Broken wall.

The flames were still burning, illuminating the scorched earth.

The demigod demon stood at the edge of the ruins.

Its countless eyes swept across this former city.

No expression.

No emotions.

I just glanced at it.

Then it turned around.

Those eyes are looking north.

That is its ultimate goal.

It raised one of its tentacles and pointed in that direction.

The surrounding demons all turned their heads in unison.

Then, they moved.

A black tide surged over the ruins.

Facing north.

They surged away.

Behind them, only a wasteland remained.