Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

Demon Realm!

Recently, due to Wen Yu causing mass destruction in India, the highest ranking seven-person meeting of the Demon Clan Army officially made the decision to abandon the Battle Zone India. The original Commander of Battle Zone India, Legas, was reassigned as the Commander of Battle Zone Africa, responsible for establishing the African war front.

As the saying goes, when a cannon sounds, there are thousands of gold coins to be made. This phrase is just as applicable to the Demon Tribe---mobilizing the army, establishing the Tactical Command Department, ensuring logistical support, setting tactical targets, etc., are not matters that can be settled in just one or two sentences.

Fortunately, the Demon Tribe has crushed countless worlds and has become quite adept at invading other worlds.

A few dozen days after the war mobilization order was issued, the Demon Tribe was ready to invade Africa.

The legion is about to move!

The war is about to commence!

...

Legas hung high in the sky of the Demon Realm, a body nearly five meters tall, radiating endless red light and immense energy fluctuations, resembling another star hanging in the sky.

No,

At this moment, the power of Legas was even more dazzling than the ”Sun” of the Demon Realm!

Legas, who looked majestic in the sky, was not in a pleasant mood——when did it start that he needed to personally appear to motivate his subordinates and enhance their fighting desire?

Truly lost face!

The continuous defeats in two war zones had truly shamed Legas, and this time opening the African battle front, Legas must regain some face for himself.

Resolved in his heart, Legas slowly lowered his head and looked at the densely packed Demon Army below, resembling ants.

The various species were mixed together, and at the forefront was the Demon Tribe’s undisputed ”Cannon Fodder Species”——Soot Skin Demon Fiends!

However, the Soot Skin Demon Fiends in this army are not the true cannon fodder, they are supported by Level 11 Soot Skin Demon Fiend chieftains, all the Level 5 members of ten Soot Skin Demon Fiend super tribes!

Each Soot Skin Demon Fiend possesses Level 5 strength, and with numbers reaching into the millions, this army is more than sufficient to invade a continent on Earth.

It is foreseeable that when this army of Level 5 Soot Skin Demon Fiends starts to march, any enemy standing in their way will turn to ashes, swept away!

Not to mention the Bull-headed Demons, Bone Demons, Balu Monsters, the elite group of the Ancient Demon Army, and even the Faceless terror demons marching neatly behind these Soot Skin Demon Fiends!

Eager to regain face, Legas had already given his ”all”——all of Level 5...

Mighty red light spilled out from Legas’s body, shining upon the marching demon fiend legion below. At this moment, without needing many words from Legas, the demon fiend legion below, illuminated under his brilliance, seemed to feel immense glory.

Feverish battle intent began to ferment...

Honor,

Faith,

Devotion,

and the desire for conquest!

The passion for war!

The true elite!

Seeing this scene, Legas finally relaxed——after all, this is the elite unit of Soot Skin Demon Fiends among Level 5, and it appears my appearance this time has achieved the desired effect.

...

”Sir.”

Legas’s trusted aide, a Level 10 Limit Breakthrough Level Ancient Demon spawn, flew into the sky, stopping behind Legas and respectfully spoke.

”Sir, the support from the other lords is already in place.”

”Oh?”

Legas first glanced at the mass of Level 5 Soot Skin Demon Fiends on the ground, then asked,

”Where are the rest?”

”To the east, the elite team of the Three-headed Dragon Clan has already joined the ranks.”

Upon hearing the aide’s words, Legas turned to look eastward.

There, in the sky, dozens of fierce-looking Three-headed Dragons had appeared without anyone knowing when.

Pure black scale armor, slender yet powerfully-built bodies, short, thick, strong limbs, three huge ferocious dragon heads with fangs that gleamed like swords, and on each head, slightly eerie and aligned four pairs of eyes.

In the huge eyes, most were eye whites, but upon closer inspection, countless black dots like pupils could be seen spinning rapidly in the whites.

The most powerful combat race of the Demon Tribe——the Three-headed Dragon Clan! Likewise, the strongest amongst this race, is also a member of the highest echelon of the Demon Clan Army, a true Level 11 transcendent powerful expert!

”That little guy, it’s Diers, right?”

Legas pointed to the smallest of the Three-headed Dragons, and a vast spiritual fluctuation quickly swept over, making a round trip on this Three-headed Dragon.

The Three-headed Dragon known as Diers seemed to sense something, slightly raised its main head to look at Legas, who resembled the sun in mid-air.

A fierce light burst from its 8 eyeballs!

As if looking at an arrogant junior, Legas did not harbor any discontent for Diers’s disrespect, instead, nodding slightly, ”As expected of the strongest among the Level 5 of the Three-headed Dragon Clan, such strength is indeed eye-catching.”

...

”To the west, the Catastrophe Ancient Tree is in place!”

With the aide’s explanation, Legas’s spiritual fluctuation reached its limit and swept directly westward.

”Boom…boom…boom...”

In his perception, a series of footsteps like explosions were vividly captured, and it was only after a while that a huge figure appeared within the perception range!

The roots beneath it spread wantonly, twisting and interweaving to form sixteen massive ”legs”! These tangled roots, like tentacles, dragged the enormous body of the nearly kilometer-high Catastrophe Ancient Tree slowly forward, and on the main trunk, nearly a hundred meters thick in diameter, hideous and nauseating tree tumors were everywhere. From these tumors, black liquid occasionally trickled down, emitting a bizarre stench.

Gray mist enveloped the Catastrophe Ancient Tree, and all the demon fiends that came into contact with this gray mist were turned into purple-black slime in the blink of an eye!

Seeing the menacing presence of the Catastrophe Ancient Tree, Legas nodded in satisfaction.

”Demon Spirit certainly shows consideration, Catastrophe Ancient Tree, is one of Demon Spirit’s better Soul Abiogenetic Creations, right?”

”Yes, sir. Under the current Level Lock of Earth, the power of the Catastrophe Ancient Tree is considered an extreme.”

Upon hearing the aide’s response, Legas slowly narrowed his eyes.

Demon Spirit, a Level 11 transcendent powerful expert...

The disciple of the Demon Lord...

And with terrifying soul attainment...

and the Soul Abiogenetic Creation Skill...

...

Legas scanned the body of the Catastrophe Ancient Tree once more, forming a rough expectation of its power.

Turning his head, Legas asked his aide another question.

”Is the Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons ready?”

”They are ready, sir. The Third Generation Seed of Destruction, Third Generation Seed of Plague, and Third Generation Seed of Flames have been integrated into the Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons. They will serve as the spearhead and vanguard of this operation!”

”Good, very good!”

Legas nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly thought of something else.

”What about the Level 6 units?”

”The battle preparations have been issued. At the moment the Level Lock is broken, our Level 6 legion can pass through the Demon Realm’s Gate and appear on Earth immediately!”

The Level Lock, the Cathay military has estimated the approximate time, and as the party actively breaking it, the Demon Tribe knows the timing even better!

They can even adjust military operations to proactively control the opening time of the Level Lock——besides invasion, this Level 5 Demon Tribe legion also has the responsibility of breaking the Level Lock.

And once the Level Lock is broken, the Demon Tribe’s second wave—the second wave consisting of the Level 6 Demon Tribe legion—will swarm onto Earth like a tide, crushing all resistance forces!

Wave after wave...

Each ring linking to the next...

At this thought, a much better look appeared on Legas’s face. With a thought, Legas’s figure slowly faded, leaving just one last sentence in his place.

”Inform all combat units, the first military action of Battle Zone Africa has officially begun! Sound the war horn! Then...”

”All forces, attack!!!”