Ghoul King's Harem
Chapter 158 158: The Fall Of Selmot - Despair

Alexander's blade sliced through a demon's chest, the blood absorbed into Eien, as its broken cries bellowed into the surroundings, all demons now focusing on him alone. 

He could feel the sheer might of each demon, only slightly below his own, as his left hand began to distort, using his nails as claws to rend their faces, tear out their eyes and devour them like a secret snack to recover his stamina, blood and dirty goo oozing from his lips, like a succulent delicacy, reminiscent of snails in his world.

'Damn it!' 

Another died.

He lost another Gula, her body torn to shreds by a mass of demons, his body launching to the spot, the wind like his enemy trying to slow his advance, its warm lashes causing the sands to grind his face, before he landed beside the fallen Vestas body, still breathing but he couldn't save her, as Eien pierced through her chest.

Her eyes filled with delight and joy at him being the one to kill her.

"Rest, sleep well. You earned it. Liara."

Alexander's fist filled with a black, corrupted ball of blood, forming countless lances, before pointing towards the undying mass of demons, their bodies writhing in agony, unable to move, even as their bodies bled profusely before they were impaled and exploded into gore, splattering over the battlefield.

  "Ah~ I knew it would be impossible..." A single tear of blood dripped down the side of his face as he twisted Eien, slicing through another demon; his muscles were screaming, the pain of constantly exerting himself, the shallow recovery and repeating the process taking its toll, and his heart was bleak as if someone stripped all emotions from him.

How many demons had he killed?

How many Vesta had fallen?

In the distance, he could see the demons were not as wild as they seemed, a giant demon sitting up on a black throne, his eagle eyes unable to even get a single detail from that woman, her red skin, four arms and bewitching yet monstrous face gleaming in the ever dark.

Alexander pulled back, seeing the piles of corpses that he destroyed, yet the enemy still existed, thousands constantly approaching, as he felt his heart weary.

'Was it foolish? Why didn't I just let them die... I can return at any time, right?'

His feet pulled back, the sand burning his exposed feet, the metal armour long destroyed, his elven suit in tatters as he closed his eyes, the bloody armour surrounding him fading every few seconds as it worked to its limits.

'Noone will blame me if I leave now...'

The demons were coming ever closer, yet the woman still hadn't moved.

Alexander clenched his teeth as his sword stabbed into the ground, his feet stomping forward as his fists glowed, his mana pool almost gone, yet he forced his body to move, feeling the power of his body increase as he continued to walk forward.

'Why am I doing this?'

'For who?'

He leaned to the side, his claws tearing apart another purple and red demon with huge spikes from its body, their sharp tips ripping apart his hands as blood and flesh exploded from the force of his swipe.

Another two demons took advantage of his exposed right flank, attacking him with their bladed arms, as Alexander grabbed the closest one and ripped it off, the other arm slashing into his ribs as he spun, grabbing the arm and snapping it off.

More demons piled on top of him, and he slammed his knee into one demon's head, breaking its skull as he threw it back, only for more to take its place, as he felt the heat of fire around his left shoulder, turning to see a giant demon with flames erupting from its body.

Alexander's eyes widened as the flames engulfed him, his screams filling the area as he felt his body burn, his mind screaming for death.

'Just die already!'

A spear tore through the demon's chest, sending it flying back into the crowd, as Alexander saw the familiar figure of Venri standing there, a faint smile on her lips as she nodded at him.

"!!!" 

'Ah... that's why I fight... for their smiles...'

Alexander smiled before jumping back, dodging the spears, arrows and axes that followed, landing on a dead demon's body.

His hands glowed, tearing the demon's corpse apart, the blood absorbing into his body, taking a bite from its flesh; each moment, his mouth became more distorted like a demon himself, chewing the delicious flesh, as he jumped onto another demon, his foot slamming into its jaw as he spun, kicking its head into the air as he flew away.

The demons chased after him, and he used their bodies as footholds to jump further into the sky.

Alexander's blood barrier faded as he spread his arms apart, two bloody wings forming from his back as he grits his teeth; the pain in his head from overusing magic never faded, no matter how powerful he became, as hundreds, maybe thousands of blood spears appeared in the skies, each one targeting a different demon.

'Fuckers.... Ah.... I'll kill you all.... devour you all... you hurt my Vesta... you killed my cute Vesta....'

His mottled hair, stained with blood, sweat and flesh, swayed in mid-air as the woman in the thrones eyes finally opened, beautiful and golden, with black pupils watching the male in the sky, her sharp teeth and monstrous bosom moving faster as she breathed deeper.

How could Alex know? As his fingers pointed towards the ground, the rain of bloody spears spelt death for thousands of demons, his eyes glowing with hatred and anger, the last vestiges of his sanity leaving him as he descended upon the demons like a true monster.

His face was pale as the bloody wings on his back began to crumble and fade as he grabbed Eien once again, starting his massacre, a desperate fight not to win but to stop his Vesta from falling.

Katrin and Venri behind him, with Listrea in the back, her elven archers quickly killing the more minor demons.

She looked like an actual dark elf princess at this moment, her eyes becoming darker each moment, the crimson stain on her lips, not lipstick or lipgloss, but flesh and blood of Alexander she was forced to eat before fighting.

All her warriors were the same as their arrows flew faster, slowly changing into something different, something special.

"Pull back, return to the third barrier...!" Alexander cried out as the furthest Vesta and warriors of Gula began to retreat with the support of Listrea's archers, but she remained close to him.

"Alexander!"

"Master!" 

He saw the two girls behind him, their eyes were filled with passion, hope and reverence for him, but their bodies were riddled with wounds, bloody scars and damage.

"Let's move back, you first... I'll cut these..."

"Eh!?"

"What's that!"

The two called out, but it was too late.