Chapter 523: Butcher Demon
"Roar——"
Another deafening roar split the air.
The goat-like Demons, their emaciated yet muscular bodies wrapped in filthy gray hide, raised their withered staffs in unison, chanting a vile lament.
"The terror of the Bottomless Abyss is endless...
And it, the Abyss's Child, eternally slaughters all other races."
Judgment Soul Demon cracked its long whip, eyes gleaming with anticipation as it stared at the murky, jagged rift in space.
"Roar——"
A brutal roar erupted from within the rift. The ground trembled as the teleportation array flared with distorted light.
First, a razor-sharp claw, like that of a crawler, emerged. Then, segmented mantis limbs gripped the edge of the rift. Finally, the monstrous silhouette of a nightmare slowly ascended into the world.
The beast stood over ten meters tall—its grotesque form a twisted amalgamation of the most horrifying elements of nature: bear, mantis, wolf, and a humanoid crawler. It looked like a failed experiment, a monstrous abomination. And indeed, it was. Rumors claimed this creature was the twisted creation of a powerful Demon Lord, forged through the fusion of sadistic impulses and souls consumed by a lust for killing.
All horrors from the Bottomless Abyss endlessly massacre other races—but among them, the Butcher Demon stands supreme. More terrifying than most, physically stronger and more vicious, it combines the predatory traits of countless insects and beasts into one colossal, lethal form.
This was the Demon Army's reinforcement—its battlefield slaughter machine. The Butcher Demon.
Seeing the creature’s arrival, Judgment Soul Demon leaned forward and whispered, "Karl. Lord Jelrazaks requires your aid."
The massive Demon inhaled deeply, savoring the air thick with the scent of death.
"Huh."
Its compound eyes locked onto the soulless demon, emitting a grating, metallic sound like scraping spines from its maw.
"I don’t need your guidance. I’ve gone too long… without tasting the thrill of slaughtering mortals."
"…Right." Judgment Soul Demon’s face tightened, but it said nothing. In the Bottomless Abyss, power was law. And this Butcher Demon was far stronger than it. Its presence on the battlefield was only possible because of the will of its master—a Demon Lord whose authority dwarfed its own.
But at last—finally—the filthy line of defense would fall.
Judgment Soul Demon’s hideous face split into a grin as it gazed upon the root-like barrel protruding from the underground bastion. Its fangs curled upward in mockery.
As a commander of the Demon Army, it had invaded the Prime Material Plane countless times. It had faced foes stronger than empires—Celestial Races, giants, elves. Yet never before had it felt such humiliation. Its proud army had been shattered before even breaching the enemy’s frontline, driven back by relentless long-range fire.
This was naked, brutal shame.
No nation, no power dared treat the Bottomless Abyss with such disrespect. Even the most transcendent beings feared it.
"ROOOOAR——"
The Butcher Demon raised its head and let loose a bone-chilling roar that made the earth tremble. It stretched its massive form, then charged without hesitation toward the Imperial Wall.
Behind it, a dozen Giant Ox Demons trudged across the scorched wasteland, their every step shaking the ground. Each step sent tremors through the earth, their bulk forming living hills that advanced toward the Imperial soldiers. The Butcher Demon led the charge, the ultimate killing machine clearing the path.
Countless other Demons followed in their wake, howling, shrieking, their spiny ears crackling with malice. The sky and earth filled with their swarming tide—another wave of demonic fury.
On the platform behind the oxen, a skeletal goat mage waved its bone staff, whispering incantations from the Abyss. A layer of chaotic bloodlight spread over the Demons, cursing the land itself.
The Demon Army returned.
"Fire!"
"For the Empire of Ashen!"
"Suppress them with firepower! Let these Abyss filth never scream again!"
From beneath the bastion, officers bellowed. Soldiers gasped for breath. The air erupted with the roar of machine guns—flame licking from the rifle barrels as bullets rained down like a storm, weaving a dense net of firepower.
Then came the thunderous booms of fortress cannons. Flames erupted from their muzzles, gunsmoke swirling, shells exploding into the air.
"Moo—"
A low, guttural bellow. White smoke burst from the skulls of the oxen.
They raised boulders as shields, their bodies glowing with bloodlight armor, charging forward—taking the brunt of bullets and artillery fire head-on.
But the Butcher Demon was far worse. With its chitinous outer shell like that of an insect and hide as tough as a beast’s, it ignored the bullets and shells entirely.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Bullets struck its body—bounced off like pebbles, leaving no mark.
"Sssss—"
A shell arced low from afar, slicing through the air. But the Butcher Demon’s mantis-like limbs lashed out mid-flight. A flash of cold light—cut. The shell split cleanly in two, the severed halves falling with perfect symmetry.
The Demon picked up the shattered fragments, sniffing them deeply. The scent of steel and smoke filled its nostrils. It let out a low, mocking chuckle.
"Interesting… but merely a toy for prey."
Its powerful limbs bent, veins bulging beneath the skin. The grotesque, monstrous body pressed close to the ground.
Then—BOOM!
The earth collapsed beneath it, forming a pit half a meter deep. With a spring-like force, its limbs snapped upward, launching the colossal body into the air.
The Suture Monster of a Demon soared thirty meters into the sky, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant—closing the gap with the Imperial line.
"BOOM!"
It crashed back down. The ground shuddered violently. Dust and debris exploded outward. A massive crater split open beneath it. From the swirling dust cloud, the monstrous, terrifying silhouette of the Butcher Demon emerged—charging forward like a nightmare upon the earth.
Each step sent a deep, rumbling tremor through the ground. The earth itself seemed to shake.
Facing such a monstrous force, the Imperial officers and soldiers inside the underground bastion faltered. They had never seen anything like this.
"Hurry!"
"Kill it!"
"It’s coming—aim for it!"
Rifles, machine guns, even cannons all trained on the beast. Bullets, shells, grenades poured forth—everything they had—to destroy this threat to the Empire’s防线.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Explosions tore across the battlefield. Flames engulfed half the field. The Butcher Demon was swallowed in fire and smoke.
Thick, choking smoke rose. Dust rained down. The air reeked of scorched metal and sulfur.
"Is it over?"
"Did it die?"
The soldiers in the bastion held their breath. Hope flickered.
"This…" George stared at the swirling dust cloud, his heart pounding. Something was wrong.
Logically, even the most powerful Demon should have been reduced to ash by such concentrated firepower. But after years of war, his instincts screamed—this was far from over.
Then—movement.
Gunsmoke surged from within the cloud. A monstrous shadow burst forth, laughing wildly.
Its many compound eyes—glinting like spider’s eyes—burned with endless malice.
"HAHAHA! Weak rebels! You will all be slaughtered—I—Massacred!"
It reared back, jaws wide open, fangs dripping with blood. It let out a wild, chaotic roar—unrhythmic, dissonant, echoing with the screams of millions of Demons from the Abyss.
A blasphemous utterance.
The entire bastion trembled. Soldiers collapsed, clutching their heads. Their souls shuddered. In their minds, they saw their divine protectors being devoured by the monster.
"What… what is that?!"
"By Kai Xiusu!"
"Desecration! This is utter blasphemy!"
Soldiers writhed on the ground, screaming in agony. George’s face paled. Cold sweat dripped from his brow.
But he clenched his teeth, forcing himself to stay rational.
After all, he was Dragon-Blooded. His soul was bound to His Majesty—strong enough to withstand any spiritual assault.
"Damned Demons!" George spat, surveying the writhing soldiers. "We can’t afford to lose our heads."
This Demon was too powerful. If it broke through the wall, it could slaughter an entire Heavy Artillery Battalion on its own.
Acting fast, George sprinted to an empty machine gun post and opened fire with relentless fury, shouting orders over the din:
"Fire support! Heavy Shield units—forward! We do not let this monster breach the line! For—the Empire of Ashen!"
Still, some soldiers remained清醒—Ogre warriors, the dim-witted Two-Headed Dragon, and the players without spiritual souls.
"For the Empire!"
"Ogre Heavy Shield Infantry—Charge!"
"Crush this giant bug! Eat it!"
The Ogres roared, heaving their four-meter-tall steel shields forward. They formed a solid wall at the front line, bracing against the oncoming horror.
Behind them, machine guns and heavy cannons rained fire, shielding the shield-bearers.
And the players—eager for real combat—charged out from the bastion from all directions, launching a full-scale assault on the Boss.
"Here it comes!"
"Brothers, with me!"
"Kill this boss—fortune awaits! This thing’s worth tens of thousands of Golden Nael!"
"Let’s take it down!"
For them, sitting in the bastion firing cannon after cannon was easy, even fun. But it was dull.
The true thrill—the real war—was here: face-to-face combat, bayonets clashing, teammates charging together, the battlefield thick with gunpowder smoke, the taste of blood and fire on the tongue.
This was the romance of war.
"I will make you all realize your own insignificance!" The Butcher Demon laughed, swinging its massive claws. Its mantis-like limbs slashed forward, gleaming with cold light.
Shink!
The heavy shield split open like paper.
Then, the front row of Ogres were instantly severed—screaming as they fell, their fat bodies spilling blood and guts.
"How… how could they die so easily?!"
"They were the Empire’s elite—Mobile Bastions! The charge force!"
But there was no time to be stunned. The Butcher Demon swung its claw again, crushing several Ogres underfoot, turning them into bloody pulp.
"ROOOOAR!"
It stomped on the pile of corpses, roaring with triumphant fury. Its spiked tail whipped through the air, impaling several soldiers in a single motion.
"Aaaaah—!"
A Wyvern screamed as it hovered above, diving to blind the Demon. But the Butcher Demon’s limbs snapped back—slice!—cutting off the creature’s head mid-scream. The second head fell, lifeless.
Then, the tail whipped sideways—thud!—piercing through another Wyvern’s chest.
Two-headed dragons fell one after another, their cries cut short.
Even in the Bottomless Abyss, the Butcher Demon was the apex predator.
On the Prime Material Plane, it was pure killing machinery—mantises’ blades, a tail lined with hooks, a bear-like body, claws like a dragon’s.
Every part of it was a weapon—crafted by a Demon Lord for the sole purpose of massacre. Every enemy it faced trembled at its presence.
Just one Butcher Demon held back thousands of Imperial soldiers, drawing every shot, every shell, every ounce of firepower.
And behind it, the Demon Army surged forward. The Giant Ox Demons marched, shaking the earth. The tide of Demons roared on—Timid Demons, Primeval Demons, their cries filled with glee as they surged forward, pushing into the frontline.
"You, insect demon! Feel my Iron Fist!"
Great威 Tianlong stepped forward, his fists like cauldrons, raining blows upon the Butcher Demon’s back.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
But the Demon didn’t flinch. Slowly, it turned its head, its dozens of eyes locking onto the monk. It bared its jagged teeth.
"Human. You have courage. I’ll give you a fun death."
Before it could finish—WHAM!
The monstrous tail came down like a spear, piercing straight through the monk’s skull. It impaled him to the ground.
Even as he died, the monk tried to dodge—but the dozens of compound eyes glowed with an unnatural light, freezing his body in place.
"What the hell?! Great威 Tianlong’s dead?!"
"No way! What kind of damage does this Boss have?! My rare armor just shattered!"
"It’s immune to Lightning! My Beam did nothing!"
"It’s coming for us!"
The Butcher Demon roared through the chaos, its body now stained crimson with blood. Its many eyes gleamed with euphoric delight.
It opened its maw—full of meat scraps and fangs—and lunged at the Imperial soldiers, drooling foul liquid.
"No way! Too fast! I can’t dodge!"
The monstrous jaws split into multiple parts. It devoured several unfortunate players in a single bite—then snapped shut. The countless teeth shredded their bodies into pulp in an instant.
The Butcher Demon savored the taste of fresh flesh—long denied. But then—something… felt off.
Its compound eyes narrowed, a flicker of suspicion crossing its face.
"...These weak snacks... have no Spiritual Soul?"
(End of Chapter)
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