Creator of Death: True Darkness
The fight is not over yet, Qrystial

Raka and his army won easily. Of course, this would absolutely not work without Raka's strategy. Although the war was over, Raka decided to stay for a while with her troops. They treat and restore their energy.

"Honor to your majesty, Diablo" said a black shadow appearing suddenly.

"Say" said Raka calmly as she continued to write illuminated with lanterns.

"I've been in love with him, there's no suspicion of a follow-up attack."

"What do you mean?" Raka's voice shifted her gaze.

"The news of the destruction of the Purma army has spread, but still, there is no suspicious movement that indicates they are going back to attack"

"How could the demon lord's army be just that much? After all, seeing from the nature of Purma, he is still the type of king who is careless and as good as his will in deciding something. Is it possible that his brain is starting to spin?" Raka asked asked.

"U ugh.. could it be?" Speak the shadow with a resigned expression.

"Well, then what else do you need to report?"

"Ah, but before that let the servant ask"

"..."

"Why do you think that Purma will carry out a follow-up attack? Although based on his greedy and arrogant nature, he has already faced you twice, mka should he choose the most favorable decision for him,"

"Ah, that's true, but I don't know, the teacher reminded me to be vigilant, not on Purma but on the person behind him, after all since we got the victory, I felt a bad feeling, that's all "

"Uhmm, so so,"

"Ah, there was someone who visited Astra's palace this afternoon, it seems that he is one of the demon lords who wants to take over the power of Purma."

Raka was startled and reflexively put down her pen loudly.

"Tsk. Don't tell me if it is" Raka's body trembled and stood up instantly.

The black shadow was shocked.

"Prepare the troops." Raka said softly and coldly.

"Well" said the shadow swiftly.

Raka grabbed his black sword and came out toward Bartolomeo.

"e eh? Respect to your majesty" said Bartolomeo who was drinking while bowing his body when he saw Raka come out of his tent.

"Prepare the troops, this will be a sea of blood" Raka said firmly. The surprised Bartolomeo immediately ran.

While Raka continued to step her feet towards the white fortress. The troops immediately gathered with the Emirate attached to each other's bodies.

Raka stepped up and faced those subordinates.

"Honor to the noble Diablo!" Say them in unison when looking at the leader.

"I know how tired you are! How much you want to get back to your family! I know how longing you will be for your calm in the city!"

"I know, maybe it's hard for you guys, but there's no way! The enemy troops will attack again soon! There's no way home! Kill or be killed! Raise your weapons as high as you can, echo the name of Qrystial in the ears of traitors!" Raka's words burned the spirit of the fighters.

"Oooo!!!" Excite the fighters with stamina who returned to smoldering.

Raka turned around and lowered her face.

"Ugh" a mouthful of liquid seeped from his mouth.

'Ugh, I'm running out of Mana, but this war must be won whatever the conditions.'

The troops immediately returned to their original positions.

The archers were ready to pull their bows, the swordmen were ready to clear their anger. The spearmen are ready to blow their grudges in battle.

Unlike the previous, Raka decided to stay in the ranks of the archers. Given the mana that was reduced drastically, he also decided to only act as necessary.

Different from before, this time the assassin squad also fought, they became Raka's trump card.

Assassins hide in the shadows and they attack when things get out of hand.

"Sir, they're ahead" said someone hiding in Raka's shadow.

"Everything! Get ready!" Said Raka firmly,

The Archers began to lift up their bows, and focused their gaze.

So did the Magi who prepared to cast their spell.

While the fighters began to clench their fists tightly, it was Seordman who grasped his sword and tugged his fists as wide as possible. The Spearman who was preparing to profit advanced and shook the enemy's defenses.

After which, dozens of thousands of demons and beasts appeared ready for battle.

Again a dense black fog again enveloped the battlefield, which this time was much more concentrated and spacious.

The enemy troops arrived, they were so many, obviously this was not an ordinary counterattack that Purma had sent, but rather by other demons. The mausuh army continued to advance at a fairly fast pace.

Raka took a long breath.

He gave an aba to attack simultaneously. The spearmen race against their horses and begin to blend in.

The battle between the troops began.

Raka continued to observe the strength of his enemy this time.

'This is not at all the power that the foam had in the king of Purma. It is not wrong, He sent them, ' he said in his heart

"Sir, this war, fearing that we will be properly suppressed." Alice's blinking words beside Raka.

"Oh? Whatchu mean?"

"e eh? I'm sorry sir, but the number of enemy troops is many times greater than our troops."

"They're just demons, who are controlled no matter what, their minds are only one, kill.."

"Maybe that's what's going to happen, but Alice, who do you think runs the fastest way? Tigers that want to prey on or deer that will be preyed upon?"

"e eh? Your Honor, this isn't the time to think about puzzles, is it?" Said Alice

"Ah, I'm being serious, Alice, if you think again the tiger can run fast, but sometimes he can't catch a deer, right? The desire to kill is really strong, but it is nothing compared to the desire to live."

"The demons are dead, they no longer have the desire to live, whereas humans? They always want to live, so, if you ask who will win? The answer is anyone who wants to live."

"e eh? So that's what your highness meant?"

"Well.."

The troops continued to fight nonstop, they continued to slash slashing and hit the enemy.

As time went on each team showed its stamina. The enemy troops began to dwindle one after another getting killed. And the troops from Qrystial began to fatigue over some of the injuries they suffered. The witches continued to support them, not to be left behind the healers who continued to treat the troops. They continue to work non-stop. Some of them even ran out of their mana.

Although the healers and support continued to treat their wounds and increase their stamina but still, they were exhausted.

Not just their physicality, but their mental well-being.