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

To gain the trust of the Roman demons, a powerful Roman demon must force them to submit through violence.

But the only powerful and violent demon on their side, Roman, was a head maid who only cared about Prince Garsen...

What should we do?

The demon servant turned around blankly to look at the head maid who was protecting Prince Garsen.

Just ten minutes earlier, he had asked the head maid to intervene and force the demon Roman to submit.

But the head maid meant that she could escape with Prince Garsen in the most dangerous situation—so it didn't matter to them what the Demon Realm became.

It doesn't matter.

They won't learn their lesson until they're faced with the truth... Do they really think we demons can survive in the outside world by fighting alone?

Not to mention... do you really think humanity would allow demons to run rampant in this world?

Not to say anything, but you can indeed restrain your desires. But what about your master, that gluttonous Prince Garsen?

Is he a demon who knows how to control his desires and only eats people a few times a year? No!

He eats more than a dozen people a day. What country would allow more than a dozen people to go missing every day, especially in the same area?

Do you really think there are plenty of places to hide demons?! Do you really have to be on the verge of death before you'll consider cooperating?!

The demon servant was utterly exhausted. If he hadn't been still trying to transfer life force to Arlandis's kin, hoping they would inherit his wishes and struggle on, he might have already died of anger.

But now is not the time to die.

The demon servant took a deep breath and said, "At least for now, we have to try and fight for it."

"Head Maid! Now is not the time to continue being willful—"

"What are you saying? Don't disturb Garsen, he's resting."

The head maid glared fiercely at the demon servant with her intimidating eyes, then turned her head and carefully tended to the seemingly sleeping Prince Garsen with her insect-like legs.

Before the demon servant could even state his conditions, the head maid refused without even listening...

...

Never mind, never mind.

In any case, it's either a matter of having a chance to survive or having no hope of survival at all.

That's it, that's it.

If only I want to struggle, then let me struggle alone.

The demon servant sighed heavily.

He patted the shell of the mother nest and said, "Let's struggle together."

In the distance, the approaching soldiers proved that the final battle in the Roman Demon Realm was imminent.

Chapter Nineteen: [The Final Battle in the Roman Demon Realm] Part Two

The Primal Demon and the Roman Demon cannot fight side by side.

Therefore, the demon servants' decision was quite simple: to use the chaotic Roman demons as meat shields, guiding them to the breach to launch an attack, while creating opportunities for the original demons to survive.

This isn't difficult. Because the Roman demon also inherited the human instinct for survival. Life will do many incomprehensible things to survive, and it's perfectly reasonable for it to knowingly walk into a trap when there's danger.

Of course, the demon servants had no right to look down on them with condescension—after all, it was the most basic survival instinct of life.

He sighed and said, "The will to survive. The will to survive. Who doesn't have the will to survive? Even the most primal demons fight for the survival of their entire species. Does he really have the right to despise these disunited Roman demons?"

It seems not. But the demon servant also knew that war was like that; whether or not one was qualified did not affect whether or not a war was fought, or whether or not the Wuji technique was used.

"...Let's start with inducing them."

Guided by his demon servants, the desperate and disobedient Roman demon began to cause chaos.

They noticed that within the human encirclement, the firepower on one patch of land was unusually weak. Perhaps it was due to human negligence, or perhaps it was simply a trap, but at least by moving through that gap, they wouldn't die.

With this in mind, Roman the Demon howled and swarmed forward, everyone moving toward the only seemingly safe passage, like filth about to gush out of the rectum.

"It's disgusting."

Standing at a distance, Theresa frowned as she watched the Roman demons advance, saying, "If our weapons hadn't been upgraded so many times, we probably wouldn't have been able to stop these demons' attacks."

After a long period of preparation, the United Nations' weapons upgrade was happening much faster than Yang Hao, who was on a business trip to Issugard, had imagined.

The cannons on the Mortar Golem were completely replaced with howitzers with larger calibers and longer barrels. Even the shells were customized to produce more shrapnel. Although the cost was that the elven craftsmen complained more than once about turning Dr. Joseph into mutton soup, the new Mortar Golem did indeed cause massive damage to the Roman demons.

Due to its unique characteristics, the machine gun Golem did not undergo significant modifications. However, after additional treatments were made to the weapon itself, its overheating limit was greatly increased. Basically, during a battle, the ammunition might be exhausted before the weapon just reached the point of overheating.

Even the magical weapons in the hands of the magical dolls have been slightly modified according to the situation of the United Nations. They can not only fire magical rays, but also fire physical bullets, and even have greater power.

Not to mention the emergence of weapons like machine guns, which completely rendered traditional human wave tactics a thing of the past.

With the changes brought about by the upgrading of weapons, the demon hordes that were once a huge headache for humanity are now like an infant that can be easily manipulated.

Shoot, launch, explode, bombard with magic; if the distance is too close, then simply slash with a blade or punch.

The demons were forced by the powerful military force of the United Nations to squeeze towards the only seemingly safe opening. But in reality, it was a trap.

Behind the gap is a canyon that was originally part of the Roman Magic Domain.

The earthen slopes on both sides of the canyon have been artificially modified to be even steeper, and on the cliffs on both sides of the canyon, ambushers who have been lying in wait are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the devil.

Will they get infected?

"They will definitely get infected."

Theresa and Lalumia worked in tandem, while the warriors relentlessly pushed the demons' space to maneuver, all while remaining vigilant for signs of activity from the original demons at the heart of the Roman Demon Realm, the former capital of the Roman Kingdom.

The primal demons coldly watched the Roman demons go to their deaths, but they also amassed their forces, seemingly planning to seize an opportunity to break through the blockade after the Roman demons stepped into the trap.

“It seems that the intelligent demon is in command,” Lalumia said. “If it were a stupid demon, or the one that only knows how to capture humans... they wouldn’t know how to use tactics—the kind of tactics that sacrifice others to pave the way for victory.”

"But I don't think they can win?"

"That's because the demons on the continent of Elusia are already destined to die. So the 'victory' they gain is really just a few more hours of struggle..."

As the Roman demons poured into the Trap Canyon as planned, Lalumia said that perhaps in the end she would still have to waste some of her divine power.

Since I don't need to go to Ysgard with Theresa next, it shouldn't be a problem for me to be a little willful, right?

With this in mind, Lalumia gathered his divine power and used it to create a silver-white wall that directly blocked Roman the Demon's retreat and also blocked the Primal Demon's attack route.

Now, the Roman demons trapped in the trap will be easily wiped out in batches by the ambush troops, and the restless Primal Demons will only have one last bridgehead to hold.

Lalumia said, "We can begin."

Accompanied by another rain of arrows composed of silvery-white divine power, a group of magical puppets and golems who had not participated in the ambush began their advance into the core of Roman's Magic Domain.

The core area of ​​Roman's Magic Domain is roughly divided into two parts.

The first is the heart, the core of the Demon Realm—this must be dealt with last. If the heart is destroyed, the Demon Realm will immediately begin to disintegrate. If the heart is destroyed before all the demons are eliminated, the surviving demons will inevitably appear outside the Demon Realm, causing trouble for future rule.

Secondly, there is the demonic mausoleum transformed from the capital of Roman Kingdom. This enormous demonic mausoleum is still very young, with low intelligence and severe malnutrition; it can't even produce demonic larvae as quickly as other mausoleums.

The United Nations' primary objective is to deal with the Demon Mother's Nest. However, the Demon Mother's Nest is home to two extremely dangerous high-level demons, making them a formidable enemy.

Lalumia decided to deal with the two demons herself, but Theresa muttered that she had to help too.

“Just to be on the safe side…” Theresa stretched out her hand, unleashing her divine power like a light bulb. “At least we need to weaken them—after all, they are two high-level demons… Although you can handle Lalumia alone, I hope you can conserve your divine power as much as possible.”

"Theresa? Don't try to show off just because your strength recovers faster than mine, okay?"

"It's not just because of that... The important thing is that by then, it will only be you and Natalia left in the house. After all, this is our home... Isn't it normal to want the elders who protect the home to retain more of their strength?"

Theresa projected her lightbulb-like divine power onto the Roman Mother Nest. Under the scorching heat of the divine power, the Roman Mother Nest underwent visible changes.

Its shell began to brittle, and a shrill scream emanated from its mouthparts, which were barely visible to the naked eye. This mother nest seemed to be trying to evolve skin specifically designed to resist divine power, but due to severe malnutrition, it could only begin to endlessly regenerate its scorched flesh, starting a near-endless vicious cycle.

"As long as the status quo isn't disrupted, everything is meaningless," Theresa muttered. It was like a carp already placed in a frying pan with the lid on. No matter how much it struggled, as long as it couldn't affect the two core members, nothing mattered.

Even so, Theresa remembered Yang Hao's advice to her. The more desperate the situation, the more frantic the enemy became—which was why she did not order her soldiers to advance recklessly.

As the magical puppets and golems slowly advanced, primitive demons, unable to evolve due to malnutrition, gradually emerged around Roman's nest.

Even the Roman demons were more advanced than them—just as Theresa and Lalumia were pondering this, a weakened high-ranking demon appeared on the battlefield with the sound of a horn.

...Lalumia recognized this demon. It was the same one that tried to ambush Yang Hao when they were saving the Isgard colonial army.

It looked much weaker than before. Even its hands had barely grown back. It was so weak it hardly resembled a demon, yet the look in its eyes was unusually calm, as calm as that of a wise person.

Lalumia watched the demon with great interest, and the demon stared intently at her. After a moment, the demon, bathed in divine power, waved its right hand, drawing the primordial demon, which had been suppressed by the light, into the charging ranks.

The Primal Demons were weaker than the Roman Demons. Of course, they were also fewer in number. Considering that Primal Demons almost never consumed the corpses of their own kind to maximize their magical energy, Lalumia judged that these were a group of demons so hungry that their bodies had shriveled.

There was no threat whatsoever—yet the demons still chose to launch the attack. Was it because they knew they had no chance of survival?

Lalumia was deep in thought. But just then, Theresa exclaimed:

"Look up there?! A huge creature is trying to escape with a little devil?!"

So they were covering up for their more powerful brethren?

Lalumia merely glanced at the high-ranking demon that had taken flight, then with a wave of her hand, she used her divine power to immobilize it and the little demon in her arms in mid-air. She then noticed the thin demon servant rushing towards her.

The moment the flying demon was restrained, Lalumia realized that it was not a primal demon, but a Roman demon transformed from a Roman.

Weren't you fighting fiercely against each other earlier? Why did you cover their escape?

Lalumia questioned the demon servant who still insisted on fighting to the last moment with a questioning look. Even in terms of the order of sacrifice, he should have been the last to die, instead of stepping forward to cover the two Roman demons.

In this regard.

"No matter what, they are demons."

So said the demon servant who was shattered by Theresa's silvery divine power.

Ah, is it simply because... they're both demons?

Lalumia looked up at the high-ranking demon, who was now flying madly through the barrier with nowhere to escape. She wanted to say something, but the already weakened demon servant was already dead.

After the demon servants died, the ordinary primal demons and Roman demons were no longer able to stop the United Nations army from continuing its advance.

They were quickly wiped out by heavy firepower. Even if a demon stepped forward at the critical moment and expended its life force to evolve armor that could withstand artillery fire, the armor that was specifically evolved to counter physical attacks was so powerless in the face of magic.

The only troublesome thing might be the flying creatures.

After the restrictions on Lalumia were lifted, this high-ranking demon, who had protected a larval demon until his death, slaughtered a large number of golems and magical puppets.