Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

"How can this be!?"

"Why are they so strong? Weren't they supposed to be weak and ignorant?"

"Defend the base! We can't let these natives destroy it!"

"Where are the Sin Demon Kings? Aren't they supposed to be here to manage this situation?" Your journey continues at m v|l-e'-NovelBin.net

"The humans have trapped them in a prison! We've been trying to break it, but it's too solid! I don't think they can get out themselves!"

"You guys! It's no good! We can't reach the Grand Fleet!"

"What!?"

"How can this be!?"

"It's over!"

The demons of the Lost Continent are truly panicking right now. The assault by humans was so sudden that nobody saw it coming, and once they started, they didn't hold anything back.

It's hard for them to imagine how so many humans could appear on this continent without them knowing. It's like they appeared out of thin air and began unleashing their wrath on this land.

The Sin Demon Kings, the leaders that's supposed to be overseeing the entire situation and controlling the chaos, were caught in a trap themselves. Many have been looking for them, and once they knew their situation, they tried to free them from their captivity to no avail.

The prison they're trapped in was too solid; even the combined forces of many ordinary Demon Kings and Demon Lords were unable to put even a single dent on its surface.

What truly made them feel the crisis, though, was the fact that they couldn't contact the grand fleet. They've made multiple attempts to connect through the lines, but all they receive is a pitchy static sound. At this point, none of them could deny that humans were also responsible for this, and the sheer idea sent shivers down their spines because how can they be so thorough?

It's true. Humans did cut off their connection to the main ship outside. It wasn't just them who're panicking right now; the operators at the main ship didn't understand what's happening either because, from their point of view, the Lost Continent just simply disappeared from their scanners. The situation was much like how it was with Azure Terra.

They know that the continent is still around, but they can't see what's happening there. They too are trying to restore the connection, but it all ended in failure.

Those on the main ship were feeling a little uncertain of what to do next while the 'abandoned' demons were experiencing a crisis.

Humans were completely relentless in their assault. Basically, anything that doesn't look like them is treated as an enemy that must be eliminated with extreme prejudice. All infrastructure that doesn't look like it was made with human hands was targets for the heavy artillery and bombardments.

The worst part is that they are wielding weapons that are fatal to demons and their preferred environment.

The shells of their artillery could not only kill them physically but could also extract the essence of their existence, turning them into Essence Souls like they were in the Purgatory. In fact, this might be the reason why everybody's too eager to kill demons. Some heard that the Essence Souls belonged to those who landed the killing blow. What use do they have with these essence souls?

Demons have no idea, and frankly, in this current situation, they truly couldn't care less.

Beyond all of this, the fact that humans were swiftly mowing through their numbers and ranks remained obvious. For the first time in their extremely long lives, demons felt despair and fear.

They could all feel the same thing that they brought and forced upon many natives of alien worlds they had visited before. Honestly, the entire situation was quite ironic because they were so used to playing the role of the aggressors.

Usually, it would be them who would appear out of nowhere on a strange alien planet to devastate all they knew and loved before completely putting their home beneath their heels. They're usually the ones wearing armor and using dangerous weapons to force their ideas on the natives of the backward planets they visit.

They've grown used to the fact that their might and rule were unchallenged and that, when the situations were reversed, they didn't know what to do.

Fighting back is an option, yes. In fact, that's the proper response to the situation presented before them. Humans won't take prisoners or any form of surrender. They're determined to cleanse this land from demonic filth, and none of them will entertain the idea of giving mercy to their enemies.

However, humans were prepared for this attack. They have established supply lines, planned out their routes, and had goals to accomplish. It's like they're going through a mental checklist as they go, and with each one ticked, they're breaking down the structural integrity of everything that demons have built here so far.

Humans had an appropriate response to all kinds of developments on the battlefield. Nothing could surprise them at all. It's as if they've been planning for this attack for decades now and went through multiple simulations, and everything felt like a routine to them.

Demons have never felt terror like this before. This is the first time that a native race has pushed them this far, causing them to feel despair and fear. The way they completely reversed the roles between them was so sudden that the other party couldn't respond properly. And maybe that's on purpose too.

As for their comrades who remained on the main ship, they too could tell that something had gone completely wrong. Especially after they notice that the Soul Network is going haywire with how many souls it has to reclaim and incubate.

This meant that their people were being killed en masse. And by now, they could connect the dots. It's the humans who were doing this.

There's no way that their people would just suddenly start killing each other for the hell of it! Even if they had that kind of idea, the Sin Demon Kings would absolutely prevent that from happening because they knew not to overwhelm the Soul Network. It is, after all, the key to their immortality.

Knowing that humans are waging war against them prompted the operators to escalate this matter to their leader. Somebody sought an audience with the Demon God to report the situation but was told that their god was still in seclusion. Thus, they could only go to the Demon Prince.

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"Humans? Truly?" The Demon Prince frowned after hearing the report. He then looked outside the glass windows and peered at the small world beneath the ship.

He then stood up from his throne and muttered, "I didn't expect them to be so audacious. Very well, I shall see their worth."

The Demon Prince mobilized his infernal power, and suddenly, combat armor appeared on his body. His aura spiked dangerously, especially when he held that sinister spear of his, which looked like it was made from the living corpse of some monster.

With a single thought, he disappeared from the ship and began descending to Prime Earth. His eyes showed indifference when faced with the obstruction of the Purgatory.

This buffer realm that held the oath Acala forced upon their race looked nothing more than a thin piece of cloth to him. Something that he could tear down with his claws as easily as breathing. But that's too barbaric, so he would use his spear to pierce it instead.

Just as he was about to point his spear at the Purgatory, aiming to pierce a passage through it, the Demon Prince suddenly felt alarmed.

"Who!?" he snarled as he looked around warily.

He felt a very oppressive and dangerous presence just now, and there's no way he would ignore or be mistaken about it. That kind of presence was something that only his father, the great demon god, could make him feel. However, his father is still in seclusion. Moreover, the presence, while giving him the same feeling of oppression, felt different from his father, so it couldn't be him.

"Back to your cage, Little One."

A deep, gravelly voice echoed in his brain, causing him to feel dizzy. The sheer power contained within this voice transmission almost sent the Demon Prince spiraling into a bottomless chasm in the abyss.

The Demon Prince bit his tongue forcibly to stabilize himself and looked ferocious. His eyes bloomed with a scarlet color as he continued scanning his surroundings.

"Show yourself!! Don't hide like a coward and face me like a man!" He snarled at whoever it is that's preventing him from achieving his goal.

In response to his taunts, he felt an overwhelming voice pressing down on him, forcing him to kneel. The sheer weight was unbearable; he couldn't even muster up any form of resistance at all. This made his eyes dilate in disbelief.

"You're a little too young to talk about adult matters. Be obedient and stay in your room. Don't even think about going anywhere near this world, if you value your pitiful life, that is."

Afterwards, he felt a strong force send him crashing back to the ship. The Demon Prince felt the pain of crashing through multiple walls before losing consciousness.