The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 676: Three Dragons In The Demon Realm

Far away, beyond the mountains, a troop of demons stood restless, their eyes fixed on a particular spot ahead. A change in energy crackled in the air as if someone had been tampering with the shield around the demon realm.

"Stay on guard," commanded Everton, the troop leader. His voice was heavy, loud, and commanding. "If it’s those deities trying to infiltrate our realm and harm us, make sure none of them return alive today. Be it a god of war or the king of heaven himself, we will leave no one alive. We are demons, the most powerful beings of the three realms."

In response, the entire troop raised their swords, their cheers and battle cries echoing through the surroundings.

Soon, the sky before them began to darken, as if a gate to the demon realm was opening, taking them all by surprise.

"Absolute darkness," the leader murmured.

"Vice Commander, it seems like they are not deities but one of us," a soldier commented.

The leader nodded. "Deities do not possess the power of darkness. But who could it be?"

"The previous Lord, perhaps. He possesses absolute darkness, other than our princess."

The leader’s eyes narrowed at the darkness ahead. "Has anyone informed Lord Tharzimon?"

"Yes, the commander himself has gone to inform him," the soldier replied. "It would be good if the previous Lord is back..."

"Do not spout nonsense," the leader glared at him. "The previous Lord is dead. Do not let Lord Tharzimon hear you saying this."

The soldier immediately lowered his head. "Y-Yes, Vice Commander."

Just then, an immense pressure filled the air, emanating from the swirling darkness.

"Be ready!" the commander shouted. "Whoever it is, capture or kill them!"

Boom!

A powerful explosion shook the mountains, throwing the entire demon troop back with immense force. The ground trembled as if an intense earthquake had struck, leaving chaos in its wake.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

Three figures appeared on the rocky floor, thrown there by the explosion of their own powers clashing with the shield around the demon realm. Arlan, Drayce, and Draven, the three dragons, lay sprawled on the ground, their energy seemingly drained.

"Are we here?" Arlan asked between coughs, panting heavily, as if they had gone through the great ordeal.

Looking up at the sky, which seemed different from the sky in the human realm, Draven hummed, "Seems like it."

Drayce, groaning beside them, muttered, "I’ve never felt this weak in my entire life. Your mate has created one hell of a powerful shield that drained all our energy."

"Don’t forget you’ve adopted her as your sister. Go and complain to her yourself," Arlan replied, sitting up and trying to see through the dust-filled air.

"Then I’ll choose to feel proud instead for having such a sister," Drayce said, sitting up as well.

"If we’re this powerless and weak after teleporting here, what about Oriana?" Arlan asked, worry evident in his voice.

"She must be weak as well," Drayce added.

Arlan gritted his teeth, worry paining his face. "That demon..."

"She is smart. She can protect herself," Drayce assured. "She is, after all, a resident of this realm. They won’t dare harm their princess."

Arlan hummed, "I believe she will protect herself till we find her."

Drayce seemingly not in s serious mood, chuckled softly. "Never thought your in-laws would be from this far of a place. All the best."

"I am not wrong, practically, your are the same if you think about your wife’s mother and her origin," Arlan countered, "Just pray they won’t take Seren away saying a deity of earth should stay in heavenly realm."

"They would be asking for a trouble," Drayce retorted.

Draven remained calm and composed, unlike the other two. His red eyes keenly scrutinizing the surroundings through the dust filled thick air. "Our entry into the demon realm has caused quite a show. It must have already alerted them."

"We have to be ready to fight," Arlan added with a nod.

"Before that, remember what Mother and Lady Sierra said," Drayce reminded them. "Though we are the most powerful in the mortal world, we are still earthly supernaturals, and demons are much more powerful than us. If we can’t fight, do not hesitate to give up and step back. We need a strategy before facing them..."

"Wait," Draven interrupted, his ears twitching.

Drayce and Arlan felt it too.

Arlan frowned. "Seems like we’re going to have a welcome fight." He stood up, followed by the other two.

The dust began to clear, making the visibility better. A group of demons stood at a distance, their appearances distorted as if they had been through a storm.

"Are those demons or some wildlings?" Drayce chuckled softly.

"They don’t look too pleased to see us," Arlan commented with a light smirk.

"Because we’re the ones who made a mess out of them. The explosion affected them as well," Draven added.

"We can test our powers on them to see how strong they are," Drayce suggested.

"Do we even have any power left to test?" Draven asked, his gaze fixed on the group of demons. "Given our situation, it would be difficult to fight against them. I can sense they are much more powerful than us at this moment."

On the other side, the troop of demons, who had managed to regroup after a short chaos, were stunned by the powerful shockwave. The leader ordered them to gather themselves and be ready for whatever was coming next.

As the dust cleared, they saw three unfamiliar figures standing at a distance.

"Who are they?" the soldiers murmured among themselves.

The leader’s gaze sharpened as he focused on the figures, particularly on Draven. His eyes widened in recognition.

"God of War?" he mumbled, staring at Draven. "But how can he wield the power of darkness and not the divine power?"

"Vice Commander, are you sure he’s the God of War?" a soldier asked.

The leader nodded. "I’ve fought in numerous wars, and I can never forget his face. But he seems different, not as powerful as before."

"Then it’s a good opportunity for us to defeat him this time," the soldier said eagerly. "He humiliated the demon realm by defeating us so many times. It’s our chance for revenge."

"The other two also seem to possess absolute darkness," the leader commented.

"But all three of them appear weaker than us," another soldier noted. "Who are the other two? Are they enemy or friends?"

"If they are with the god of war, that means they are enemies."

On the opposite side, Arlan squinted at the demon troop. "What are they thinking about instead of attacking us? Waiting to welcome us with flowers and music?"

"Looking at them, I can tell they are not fond of pleasantries," Drayce commented.

"Our sharp hearing does not seem that effective here. We can’t hear what they’re saying," Arlan added.

"Maybe because we are weak at the moment," Drayce concluded.

Meanwhile, Draven noticed the way the demons were glaring at him, their hostility palpable.

"Is it me, or are they truly glaring at you, Draven?" Drayce asked, dropping the honorific.

Arlan turned to Drayce. "Directly resorting to taking his name?" a light smirk followed his words, "He is the great King of Agartha."

"Given his and my mother’s relationship, I should call him uncle. And given his age, we should both call him grandpa, with an unending repetition of word ’Great’ in front of it."

"They recognized me," Draven said in a deep, serious voice, pulling the others out of their teasing and playful mode. He remained unaffected to Arlan and Drayce’s teasing as if the two were nothing but the annoying naughty kids who deserved to be ignored.

"What do you mean? Are you their old friend, Draven?" Arlan asked. He dropped the honirifics as well, as usual following his dear friend Drayce.

Draven didn’t mind it either.

"Rather an enemy," Draven replied, his demeanor serious. "They recognized me as the God of War."

Drayce and Arlan exchanged glances, remembering what Yorian had told them. They knew about Draven’s past, even though Draven himself had no memories of it.

"This complicates things," Arlan muttered.

Drayce nodded. "If they see you as an enemy, they won’t hold back."

"Exactly," Draven agreed. "You two should be ready for the intense battle."

"I can feel the utter hate from them for you already," Arlan commented. "You must have been a real pain in the ass for them."

"Legend says the God of War was invincible," Draven spoke, his voice calm and composed, without a hint of bragging. "I must have defeated them many times."

Drayce scoffed. "Yeah, and that invincible one was thrown to the mortal world with no memories of his past glory left."

Arlan chuckled. "How pitiful for a God of War."

Draven didn’t mind their words. "Shall we focus on why we’re here?"

"Don’t mind me if I have to sacrifice you to your mortal enemies just to save my mate," Arlan replied, sounding serious. "I love her more than I care about seeing you on the throne of Agartha."

"I don’t mind, but my mate would," Draven retorted. "You should pray she doesn’t burn you alive afterward."

Arlan turned to Drayce. "I thought he was immune to teasing and his brain couldn’t process replies."

"He proved us wrong then," Drayce chuckled. "Let’s get ready to test these demons."

The three of them stood resolute, their banter fading into steely determination as they faced the demon troop, ready for whatever came next.