The Holy Chronicles Of Baator
Problems At The Border (1)

Two months have passed since I reached the Ultimate-Class. For the past two months, I've been in contact with Venelana. I told him that I had reached the Ultimate-Class and told him that the Planar Conquest was about to begin.

Now that we are both Ultimate-Class, it will be fine. My progress in remaking Strategic-Level Magic went smoothly, and I have made several spells.

I only made a few spells for each level, as I did not plan to make more. As soon as I release the principles of my new magic system to the public, Devils who specialize in magic will do it for me, and after some time, I will just need to harvest my rewards, which will become many spells.

I have also said this to Zekram, and he told me to give it to Lucifer.

Something that got me in conflict. Technically I am his grandson, as I am the son of his daughter, but the problematic part is that I am only the Ultimate-Class for over 180 years, even though I have inherited the Dark Light Nature.

If I support him, I can gain a higher rank of nobility, more territory, and more profits during the war. Moreover, perhaps with a bit of luck, I can get his advice on Dark Light.

'I will wait after the Planar Conquest is complete; I will decide. Now is not the right time.'

I thought in my head as I continued my research.

***

Suburbs of the Gremory Region, Magic Tower

"Hey, activate the magic circuit that God applied and do the scan."

Said one of the demons on the top floor of the Magic Tower, apparently the detachment commander.

"Yes, Commander."

The soldier replied as he activated the magic sequence, and several magic circles appeared above the Magic Tower and began to release a powerful light around, reaching several tens of kilometers.

"Master! There was a signal; the Fallen Angel came from the north, about 36 kilometers away."

Reporting the army in haste.

"How much?"

Ask the Commander in a frightened voice.

"About 30,000. It should be Legion Division."

A subordinate who was reported with a trembling voice. That is, if it really was a Division Unit belonging to the Fallen Legion, it was likely that a High-class Fallen Angel was leading it to do some sort of mission. And even if not, there should be countless High-Class Fallen; they would be annihilated.

"Immediately activate the defensive barrier magic. Prepare to teleport emergency escapees and send a message to Fuerig. Fall is testing our borders, once again."

Answer the Commander quickly. Every Magic Tower built has an innate protocol. For example, now, the Magic Tower would activate a defensive barrier that would slow the Fall for at least two to three hours, and if the barrier was broken through, the Tower would self-destruct, killing as many as it could that fell.

As a barrier was created around the Magic Tower, all the soldiers teleported to a nearby outpost before sending a message to Fuerig's headquarters. As they left, thousands of black-winged figures appeared in the red sky of the Underworld, leading to the Magic Tower.

Shouted the leading Fallen Angel, wearing armor, as he held the sword in his hand, and his four pairs of wings signified the strength of his Tertiary Class.

"Yes, General."

He was one of the Generals of the Fallen Angel legions who lived in the demilitarized zone and often clashed with Devils.

***

When I comfortably read the magic book and sipped my tea, suddenly a waiter rushed into my room looking so panicked, that he ignored most of the protocol. Something must have happened.

"My lord, the Fallen Angel Division has attacked one of the Magic Towers, the closest to Fuerig Castle. The Legion General is leading them."

The waiter said in panic.

'Damn 'Damn. Right now, all of my Ultimate Class subordinates are far away. Though this is a good opportunity for me to test my strength.'

I thought in my head before finishing my tea.

"Prepare for mass teleportation formations and deploy the soldiers. I will take the Feurig Legion with me. How many are they?"

ask the waiter.

"30,000, but there may be more, the Tower is still standing, and ten minutes after the attack began, sending out information about the other 50,000 Fallen who came from the west of the Tower."

The reported waiter. So it should be about 80,000 Fallen Angels, while I have 100,000 Devils because I took half of one Legion.

The problem was that the Fallen had an elemental advantage as well as their Generals.

'Architects, start the battle calculations for the best strategy to take advantage of our superiority.'

my orders are in my heart. I had to get there before the Tower collapsed ideally, but that was not very realistic. Hopefully, if the Tower is destroyed, it could eat thousands of them or perhaps at least injure the Fallen General.

For the first time, I was wearing the ancestral armor of the Gremory Clan.

I never wore armor, but unfortunately, it could have saved my life. This one seems to be made for the devil. It looked rather evil, painted pitch-black with deep red stripes. It took me about thirty minutes to properly put on the armor, as this was my first time doing it.

This will be my first major battle since my transmigration. Also, this was no ordinary battle, judging based on the number of enemies and their leadership. They might think of something other than border harassment and testing. They might be robbing.

Grigori is very messy in terms of management. Their household affairs were even in worse circumstances than most of the demon lord territory, which was something to ponder.

After putting on the armor, I came out of my room and went to the gathering place, where already thousands of demon soldiers arranged in discipline formations had gathered.