Creator of Death: True Darkness
War's climax

The night passed with a calm and cold atmosphere.

The troops fell asleep after a day of fighting. That night, Qrystial was so cold and silent.

The next morning, all the troops gathered in front of Diablo's main headquarters.

Raka came out of his room with a body that had been coated with armor. All eyes were on him, simultaneously the troops then kneeled to pay their respects to him.

"Everything! Like I said yesterday! Today is the day of anger! For everything they do! Yesterday, Qrystial lost her generals! Our Qrystial City, covered in the fresh blood of the leaders, then do you guys want our Qrystial city to be covered in the blood of the soldiers?!"

"No!" Speak the troops simultaneously.

"Okay, with this! I am the leader of the Ghost monarchy, declaring war on the traitors!!" Raka said with a burning anger.

The troops began to race with their horses, Raka led his troops into the battlefield, the dead city of Horstea.

Meanwhile, the demon diistana Astra,

"B*fuck you Joey! If I hadn't helped you fight it, I wouldn't have lost half my army! Si*lan si*lan you're Joey! How can you trick me!! Argh.. si*lan si*lan!!" Said a middle-aged man in his black robe sitting on a throne, he was Purma, a demon king famous for his greedy and greedy nature.

At first he was working with Joey who was then one of the high-ranking members of Ghost Monarchy. The two of them embezzled some of the supply items from and to Qrystial. After some time, their business grew bigger and ended up involving many people in the Ghost Monarchy. That was the beginning of his rebellion.

As a result of this crime, it caused many famines around the city of Qrystial.

After some time, Raka who knew something was wrong finally found out Joey's crime and his plot to punish Joey and his accomplice with the death penalty. As for Purma, he was not punished, given his existence as a demon lord. But Raka decided to revoke all cooperation between the city of Qrystial and its territory. This action, made Purma angry and eventually allied with Joey to overthrow Raka's power.

Joey is spreading hatred among the Ghost Monarchy members. As a result, there were many defections and bad rumors about it.

The Ghost Monarchy's membership is further confused with a small assault on some of its clients that was actually orchestrated by the demon king Purma. In an instant, Raka's throne wavered.

Even so, Raka was still able to act calm and restrain her anger. Until, King Ibkis Purma and Joey determined to destroy the city of Qrystialnya along with its inhabitants. Raka's anger peaked after hearing that, most of the Ghost Monarchs walked towards each of them.

They defect! Not to mention the news about her who was actually still very young spread and increasingly muddy the atmosphere. Many of the generals defected and even tried to wrest the leadership seat from him.

"Your highness Purma, I have a suggestion" said a man with black horns dressed in tuxedo with a cruel grinning expression.

"Oh? Whatchu mean?" Purma said in a seductive tone.

"Yes, I think this is your last moment, Raka"

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Raka's army arrived at the battlefield. They were waiting for the arrival of the enemy from the demon kingdom city.

Meanwhile, Raka busied himself with organizing his army strategy and formation.

He placed the pre-warriors on horseback with their weapons in the form of spears and javelins in front of their defenses. Followed by the presence of the sword soldiers with a burning spirit.

Then behind them lined up empty-handed fighters, they were the fighters Raka had who excelled in their strength.

Behind them were the mages, they helped deal with the enemies who sneaked in to destroy the fortress.

Then behind them appeared a white-walled fortress standing firmly. On top of it were soldiers in archer uniforms preparing. Besides them there are also constelators, Healers, and support-type magicians who are in charge of helping the vanguard soldiers.

Sometime later, the enemy troops arrived with the beasts behind them. A pitch-black aura enveloped the battlefield instantly.

They are the devil's army!

A blond man with his glasses and suit appeared before the demon army. He bowed respectfully when he saw Raka standing firmly before his troops.

"Oh? Is this the Diablo master who is famous for his prowess? Unexpectedly you really are true as rumors, right brnar is young. You know? You're very lucky".

Raka looked at him coldly.

The man chuckled and continued his words.

"Ah, I was sorry before but my king Purma sent me to come to offer his apology and hope that his majesty..."

"Barto.." said Raka coldly.

"e eh?" The man was surprised by Raka's words.

Keugh..

A moment later a huge shadow with its greatsword shot rapidly towards the envoy and struck his body violently.

Blarrs..

In a moment the blood poured out. The man's body was split in two. While the man still showed a shocked expression on his face and seemed to still want to continue his words.

The demon army was shocked and felt a little intimidated by Bartolomeo's actions.

"We are here to fight, and not accept any agreement, not the slightest tolerance for the one who seizes mine" Raka said coldly with an intimidating aura.

"Tsk!" In an instant the demon army tried to lung and advance towards Raka fiercely.

A hand raised and gave an aba.

The splash!

Thousands of arrows from opposite directions shot out quickly, including even magic arrows.

The demon army was shocked, yet they had time to retreat the thousands of arrows were raining down on their bodies mercilessly. Sarah is wondering where.

All those who tried to advance died without exception. While they held on behind trembling in fear when they saw a smile presented before the corpse of their dead brother.

'HE! THE DEVIL!'

Raka lowered her hands parallelly pointing towards the trembling enemy. In an instant, dust flew over the battle area, the cavalry bolted with steel determination under Raka's leadership. They stormed the enemy army mercilessly.

'KILL OR BE KILLED' That's the consequence of this fight.

The demon army that was hit by the arrow attacks was again faced with a difficult situation. They reflexively ran and raced backwards from the battlefield. Not yet on their way to rescue, the layers of ground moved upward encircling the enemy forces, not letting them return.

With this, the war was won by Qrystial, they hit the enemy forces easily without a fight.

The soldiers vented their frustration over the many deaths of their brothers in the previous assault. The dust no longer flew, changing with a mist of blood that gushed to where it washed the dry land of Horstea. The smell of blood is really thick. Yep! This is an absolute victory for us!