After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

The demon servant turned to look at the distant Lighthouse Village, lost in thought. By this time, the Roman demons were nearly defeated. They still retained parts of their human nature, had never experienced such horrific casualties, and had never encountered such a powerful enemy.

They might be able to block ordinary bullets with their new bodies, but their flesh is still extremely vulnerable when faced with elven magic and the large, thick machine guns in the hands of golems.

While it's not uncommon for Roman demons to evolve into a tier similar to the "juvenile" form... those "juveniles" are far less courageous than their previous state.

To put it bluntly, the vast majority of those who survive on the battlefield are not the bravest warriors, but the most cowardly and afraid-to-die cowards.

It is precisely because they are timid and afraid of death that they can find a safe place...and that is why.

They are even less likely to race forward on a path destined for death.

So... what should we do?

The demon servant was extremely anxious. Just then, he caught a glimpse of the regent seemingly having to disperse his formidable personal guard in order to relay orders...

...

The opportunity has arrived!

The demon servant immediately lowered his gun, and with all his might, touched the surrounding human soldiers, injecting an excessive amount of magic into them.

Under the cover of the fog, amidst the chaos caused by the soldiers' screams and cries, he disguised himself as an ordinary, terrified messenger.

"Oh no! Someone has suddenly mutated!"

The demon servant screamed, pointing out the locations of the mutations to the surrounding soldiers to incite greater chaos, while silently approaching the vicinity of the Regent's position.

If the regent were just an ordinary king... he would certainly summon me to inquire about the details.

If he were a cautious king, he would certainly have moved to a safe and secure distance before having his guards ask him questions.

Either way, it's acceptable to the demon servant.

In the former case, he could fight to the death... In the latter, he could take the opportunity to transform another demon into an ally, so...

How will you choose?!

The demon servant, disguised as a human, was extremely anxious.

His focus on evolving intelligence might not be enough to defeat the Regent's personal guards, but if the Regent only had that nun by his side, he at least had the ability to fight back using the magic power of the Demon Realm...

so..

How will you choose?

The demon servants waited near the central area for the Regent's move, while the Ysgard soldiers, whose mutations he had induced in advance, successfully caused significant chaos in the ranks.

It was at this moment that the demon servant witnessed an unexpected action.

Several more of the Regent's personal guards were seen leaving... They moved towards the center of the chaos via the shortest route. In other words, the number of guards around the Regent was now very small.

Opportunity, opportunity!

The demon servant held his breath, and the instant he confirmed that the hunters had left, he charged toward the area where the regent was.

His disguise was dispelled the moment he launched the charge, and all his magic was concentrated where it was most useful.

He could see the regent's guards react in an instant, but he was even more confident that he could deliver the destined corrosive assimilation to the regent at the cost of serious injury!

As long as the regent can be corrupted, what does it matter if I die?!

The future of evil will be within easy reach!

"Your Majesty the Regent—!! Become one of us!"

The demon servant roared, its body radiating purple light, and slid across the ground like a cement eel, disappearing into the midst of the hunters' ranks before leaping up and pouncing towards Yang Hao.

Yang Hao stared like a statue at the culprit who had turned Roman into a demon. Seeing the iridescent purple light on the other's claws and the confidence and determination in his eyes, he took a step back.

And it was at the very moment that the demon servant's claws were about to make contact with Yang Hao.

A cross was lightly tossed into the path of the demon servant.

what is this?

Before the demon could react, a blindingly hot white light suddenly erupted, causing the demon servant to howl in pain, but it did not stop the demon servant from continuing to risk its life.

So the next moment, a pair of delicate woman's hands clamped down on the demon servant's hands.

"...Although we are enemies, I still admire your original demons' sense of honor and prioritizing the greater good."

The woman's voice sighed, and in the next moment, the demon servant felt himself being violently hurled into the sky by the power of light.

He instinctively tried to fly, but was instead dragged back to the ground. In despair, the demon servant severed his own hands, and while escaping death, he rose into the sky, severely wounded.

"How is this possible?!"

The demon servant, panting, looked at the nun beside the regent.

God.

He truly felt the power of God emanating from the nun. Only a god from thousands of years ago could radiate such light, but wasn't that god already dead?!

Why are you here?!

He glared angrily at the woman clutching his severed limb. But the next moment, knowing his plan had completely failed, the demon servant, taking advantage of his remaining strength to fly, escaped.

He had to save his own life. Since he couldn't achieve any further progress no matter what, he at least had to prevent the Demon Realm from suffering further losses.

"At the very least, I must live... await the arrival of the Ice Calamity... and then surrender my power to it..."

He weakly stopped the bleeding from the severed limb; he was no longer able to stop the main force of Ysugard from continuing their retreat.

On the ground.

Lalumia casually tossed the demon's severed limb to the ground. This demon was weaker than she had imagined, but this only deepened Lalumia's sorrow.

Because the primal demons have truly begun to evolve. Not in a physical sense, but in a sense of civilization and intelligence.

If demons truly developed their own civilization, their own culture, and even their own creativity...

That would be an utter catastrophe for life in this world.

"...Lalumia? Are you alright?"

Yang Hao, who was standing nearby, asked with concern. Lalumia simply shook her head in response to Yang Hao's worry.

Talking about this to the child now will only reinforce his desire to kill the demon servant immediately.

She decided to go back and find an opportunity to talk to him. But before that...

"Let's go back as soon as possible. But wait for me a moment."

She sighed. She had to cleanse herself of the demon's blood—though she hadn't been directly harmed, the demon's blood itself had the ability to assimilate and corrode.

Although as a god, I shouldn't be susceptible to corruption and assimilation... but who knows what kind of abilities the demons have evolved now?

Lalumia used some of her divine power to cleanse the areas on herself that had been contaminated by demon blood.

And in the distance.

The completely routed Roman demon is no longer a threat.

The main force of Issugard's withdrawal route was now clear. But for Yang Hao, who was still not at ease, this only meant that his small task had come to a temporary end.

The biggest problem is the ice disaster in the north.

Chapter 11: Lalumia's Summary - 8K

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In the early morning of October 5th.

In the command post of Isgard, after Nia assisted General Piss in settling the wounded soldiers, she once again stood before the breach in the Demon Realm. While inspecting the Sirens' work in widening the breach, she anxiously awaited the return of Yang Hao and the others.

Several days have passed since Yang Hao personally led the team into the Demon Realm.

Although Nia believed that Yang Hao would definitely return safely, after a long wait, Nia's anxiety grew stronger. Not only that, the worries of the other troops left behind, especially General Piss's worries, further disturbed her mind.

"Several days have passed... Even if the main force is on its way to retreat, I estimate that more than half of them have already begun to mutate..."

General Piss appeared deeply worried, calculating with the conciseness and efficiency of a soldier the potential predicament his main force might face.

"In the best-case scenario, half of our main force will survive; normally, perhaps only a third will remain; in the worst-case scenario, perhaps only His Majesty Yang Hao's troops will return safely..."

"But no matter what, we have to keep hope, right? All we can do is believe in him... and then prepare to receive the wounded in the rear."

Nia sighed heavily. She thought to herself, who doesn't know how difficult the situation is for the main force?

But frankly speaking, who would give up hope when there is hope?

Even the most pessimistic person is now hoping that His Majesty Yang Hao can bring the warriors back safely. Besides, as people who are not allowed to enter the Demon Realm, what else can they do besides make preparations in the rear?

...well!

Nia sighed again.

My heart was pounding, I was anxious, and my mind was a complete blank.

She wanted to go and see for herself more than once... but in the end, reason compelled her to stay.

Dawn was just two hours away. She thought to herself, "I'll wait a little longer. Maybe he'll be back soon?"

"According to our calculations... 9:00 AM this morning should be the limit at which most of the human soldiers in Isgard can withstand the mutation..."

But just then, the technician's supplement next door struck Nia's heart like a heavy hammer. However, she didn't show it, simply continuing to stand in her position, waiting for the moment hope would appear.

...Nia sighed.

It seems that this time, only His Majesty Yang Hao's troops will be able to return.

But just as Nia's hopes plummeted—

She suddenly saw that some Sirens who had entered the Demon Realm to collect data were rushing out from the gap in the Demon Realm.

"They're back! They're back!"

The sirens were shouting and yelling. Nia paused for a moment, then grabbed Kino, who was running the fastest, and shouted:

"How many people have come back?!"

With his ear being pulled, Kino, wincing in pain, quickly replied:

"No, I don't know—but a lot of people have returned! And quite a few of the alien soldiers who were originally thought to be mutating have returned! I think more than half of them have come back!"

At least half of them have returned?!