1003 Demon King's Wrath

Varian leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes. He fully recovered from the battle with Sin King. Yet, his body seemed to be drained of all strength as he weakly glanced at the screen floating in the air.

One of the border planetoids was being ravaged.

Every few seconds, the whole planetoid shook. Even from space, Varian could see cracks spreading on the continents and clouds of dust covering large swathes of the planetoid.

The damage happening to the planetoid was at an unprecedented scale that even people from outer space could tell at a glance.

For people actually on the ground, it's hell.

The human high awakeners roared as they gave up all thoughts of defense and attacked the monster punching the entire human part of the continent out of existence.

Endless attacks filled the sky as every human fortress on the planetoid attacked the Demon King who was standing on the ruins of one of the fortress.

"Heh." The Abyss ruler snorted and his figure blurred.

He appeared in front of one of the many fortresses and punched. The barrier protecting them so far crumbled like a piece of paper and his fist reached the fortress.

But even before he struck them, just the shockwaves from his punch exploded the level 7s and level 8s to pieces and killed them.

The level 9s tried to fight but weren't a match for his insane speed. With a simple sprint, he moved between them in a blur.

The level 9s stood still, their eyes still staring at his previous position with vigilance.

Without giving them a second glance, Demon King jumped to the next fortress.

A few seconds after he left, a red line appeared on their necks and their heads slid off.

Then, the fortress itself exploded and the surrounding area cracked apart for hundreds of miles, revealing a giant crater.

From outer space, a dark patch appeared on the green continent. Then, two, three and in a breath, a full dozen.

"Yes. This is it! This is power. This is strength." Crushing a human head, Demon King smiled from the bottom of his heart.

The high awakeners in this fortress too died. The army retreated out of the fortress and was staring at him with despair from the mountains a hundred miles away.

"Yes! That's it! Fear me! You lowly human race!" Demon King roared with frantic eyes and punched out.

The sheer shockwaves from his fist exploded the mountains and killed the 30,000 soldiers in a blink.

Even their bones were broken into pieces and their blood was blown away with the fierce wind, spreading across the continent.

Very soon, Demon King reached the last standing fortress and laughed. "Varian! Why aren't you stopping me? Come on."

Hearing that name, the soldiers in the fortress looked up at the sky with hope. Their eyes which were filled with the despair at inevitable death glowed, if only just a little.

"Come here! Fight me!" Demon King sneered. "I will give you a full five minutes. Save your little bugs."

Then, he turned to the fortress commander who was facing him with desolate gaze.  "You! If you don't believe me, you can broadcast this message to everyone. Varian can surely reach here in five minutes."

The fortress commander gulped and nodded.

He had no hope of his troops surviving but if Varian came, maybe he could create a legend. Like always, maybe…

The whole federation watched Demon King wait in front of the last fortress.

Each second felt more heavy than the last. The hope in people's hearts turned into impatience as the deadline began to approach.

Four minutes, three minutes, two minutes…

The soldiers in the fortress eagerly stared at the sky as they begged, prayed and cried. When only the cold wind answered to their prayers, they looked at the sky and sighed.

When only one minute remained, the light in their eyes vanished and was replaced by something dark and cold.

The people watching this from across the solar system broke down into bitter tears at this moment.

A sense of sadness spread across the fortress.

When no one expected it, a level 3 veteran stepped forward and pointed his hammer at the Demon King.

The veteran was quite old, definitely more than a 100. Yet, the level 3 old man steadily spoke to the strong abyssal whose strength he could never hope to match. "When I was a kid, you guys came, destroyed my city, my family, my everything. I hid in bunkers, I ate rats to survive, and did everything I could to join the army.

I have no friends except my comrades-in-arms. I have no home other than the battlefield. I have no family, only my race.

You can kill me, Demon King. But you can never crush the spirit I poured into my race.

Maybe it's Varian or someone else, but you'll be crushed one day. You can kill as many as you can, but we'll take back everything that's ours and pay you back for every single death."

The atmosphere changed in an instant. The soldiers calmly walked out of the fortress and stood in an attacking formation.

The level 9s, level 8s and level 7s stood at the forefront and faced the Abyssal Ruler.

The commander unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the Sovereign Abyssal without hesitation.

Demon King narrowed his eyes and the aura around him fluctuated. These gazes, they held the exact same confidence as Varian. As if he was…wrong in the whole thing, foolish even, and that destiny was on the side of the human race rather than his own.

The old man walked into his own position in the formation but his voice rang clear. "Do you think we were afraid of death? No, bastard. Everyone one of us here know that becoming a soldier is accepting death.

But if possible, we don't want to die! Because we didn't want to miss our glorious future. After so many wars, we want to witness the period of peace. We want to salute the flag on Pluto.

Many friends of mine have children and grandchildren. So, they want to live to tell the tale, and watch them grow up without the threat of genocidal alien thieves.

But do not doubt for a second our resolve to face death. In our lives, we are the swords of our race, in our death, we will be the inspiration of those who come after us."

Spears hit the floor, swords clashed on the armors, hammers slammed the ground. The symphony of the weapons was matched by the battle cries of the final 10,000 soldiers of the planetoid that bravely marched against the Demon King.

"Die! Die! Die!" Demon King punched the entire area into a deep crater and slaughtered every soldier.

The scene was also broadcasted across the solar system.

Instead of fear, even the most common humans only felt anger. They promised to themselves that if they survived this ordeal, they'd do everything to destroy the abyssals.

As the ripples of the event still spread, the Demon King accelerated forward.

In just under an hour, he destroyed more than ten million human lives. After feeling bored from all the killings, and finally healing back to his peak, he reached Earth.

Varian closed his eyes, unwilling to watch the horror that would be unleashed. Sarah and Sia hugged him from the side tightly.

Sarah and Sia weeped softly while Varian covered his itchy eyes.

Watching that danger approach the blue planet they all grew up in, their hearts nearly dropped.

All their memories would be destroyed in front of their eyes. And they were powerless to stop it. And billions of lives would be lost.

Varian hoped Julius to come out and stop the Demon King now that the latter was attacking Earth.

But there's no sight of Julius. Even Boo reported that Julius was missing from all monitoring.

There's no hope.

It's the greatest torture for him to witness this so powerlessly.

Each second felt like a year as Demon King effortlessly slaughtered the forces on Moon and wiped out the planet guards on the space stations. None of the defense systems stood a chance against him.

And finally, Demon King stared at the unprotected Earth with a cold smile.

As the tragedy was about to unfold, a figure shot out of the ghost ship.

It was someone Varian never expected.