Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 643 Fight for humanity begins with a Boom!

Father Black, standing on the vantage point overlooking the vast sand wasteland, knew that time was both their ally and adversary. The uneven, staggering steps of the undead army provided a temporary advantage, slowing their approach. The decaying flesh, a grotesque addition to their undead forms, contributed to the diminishing mobility that would eventually render them incapacitated. The sand wasteland, in its duality, served as both a hindrance and a refuge.

However, amidst these factors that seemingly favored the humans, a deep concern gnawed at Father Black's strategic mind. He had witnessed the undead army's capability to summon creatures from the Nether realm during the City of Milk and Honey attack. It was a dark magic that multiplied their forces at will, an unpredictable variable that loomed over their defensive efforts.

The military veteran understood the complexities of the upcoming battle. The slow advance of the undead horde was a double-edged sword, offering both time to fortify their defenses and a prolonged exposure to potential threats. Father Black clenched his jaw, contemplating the delicate balance they needed to maintain.

As leaders gathered around him, awaiting his guidance, Father Black addressed them with a grave tone. "Brothers and sisters, our current advantage lies in the decelerated pace of the undead. Yet, we cannot underestimate the unpredictable nature of their magic. The Nether realm can be summoned at their whim, multiplying their forces. We must prepare for the unexpected, fortify our defenses, and strike with precision."

He emphasized the need for caution and foresight, acknowledging the formidable challenges that lay ahead. The undead army, slow yet relentless, approached like an encroaching storm. Father Black, drawing upon the wisdom of his military experience, knew that the battle ahead would test not only their strength but also their resilience against the dark forces that sought to engulf the last sanctuary of humanity.

The desolate landscape stretched before Lady Vinegar, the barren expanse a stark contrast to her formidable presence. At the edge of the vast sand wasteland, she stood as a guardian, her demonic aura resonating with the peak strength of the Deep Demon realm. Despite her half-breed nature, she couldn't breach the protective boundary of Glenn's territory, bound by the cosmic law.

Father Black's voice crackled through the earpiece nestled in Lady Vinegar's ear. "Lady Vinegar, are you ready?" His words resonated with a mix of hope and urgency. Lady Vinegar, motivated by her love for Lenny and respect for Glenn had stayed to help. It was no her fault, she could not help it.

Till now, the events of that day strill hunted her. After all, she had the ability to have helped that day, and would have been a better position against Cuban, but she had not moved. Till this day, the guilt hunted her.

Even more so was the fact that Lenny was still nowhere to be found. She could see from the amount of effort in place that Lenny had really tried to protect this people. It was for this reason that she stayed to guide them.

Besides, she was sure that if there was ever a time that lenny were to come back, then this place would be the first place he could come back to.

She did not want him to come back and know that she could have helped but did nothing. this was weight that wa snot just on Gar's shoulders but also on Vine's.

For this reason, she remained.

Lady Vinegar acknowledged the call. "I hear you," she replied, her tone revealing a steely determination.

As Father Black informed her that the attack was commencing, Lady Vinegar looked up to the sky. The air around her seemed to thicken with anticipation. Suddenly, the ominous buzzing of wings filled the air. A legion of Flameborne Ants, their fiery wings aglow with the essence of the flame, soared overhead.

The buzzing sound intensified as the Flameborne Ants surged forward, their synchronized flight resembling a fiery storm on wings. Lady Vinegar observed their departure, her eyes narrowing with focus. The ants, emissaries of destructive might, rushed into battle like vengeful spirits, ready to unleash their flames upon the encroaching undead army.

The scene was surreal—a celestial dance of flame and shadow against the backdrop of the desolate wasteland. Lady Vinegar, standing tall, felt a surge of battle intent.

The Flameborne Ants, each mounted by warriors, all of whom could use magic, embarked on a mission to rain down fiery wrath upon the approaching undead horde. As the buzzing symphony faded into the distance, Lady Vinegar steeled herself for the imminent clash between the flames and the darkness.

The FlameBorne Ants, their fiery wings ablaze, soared through the air like living comets. Father Black's instructions echoed in Lady Vinegar's mind, a reminder to withhold her devastating power until the critical moment. The flame-covered legion, led by Crusher perched atop the foremost ant, approached the sprawling undead army below.

Crusher surveyed the scene beneath him, the vast sea of undead creatures moving with eerie determination. The air crackled with the scent of decay as the FlameBorne Ants positioned themselves for the impending assault. Father Black's strategic mind calculated the optimal plan of attack, knowing that Lady Vinegar's unparalleled strength was to be kept in reserve for the direst circumstances.

As the ants hovered over the undead army, Crusher turned to Perseus, a fellow leader ready to embrace the chaotic dance of flames and shadows. These two had fought together before When they were trying to escape from the hands of their opressors back when lenny destroyed an entire demon town.

"Perseus! You lead half of the FlameBorne Ants to the east, and I'll take the west," Crusher commanded, his voice carried by the wind. Perseus acknowledged the order with a nod, a silent exchange of wishes for good fortune passing between them.

The FlameBorne Ants swiftly divided their forces, each group following its respective leader. The air quivered with anticipation as the fiery horde positioned itself to unleash the inferno upon the undead masses.

Lady Vinegar, her demonic eyes focused on the unfolding spectacle, awaited the moment when her cataclysmic power would be unleashed, a force to be reckoned with in the last stand for humanity.....