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Chapter 434 434: Devour and Conquer ( 434 ) · Nov 11, 2026

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401 Chapter 401: Rapture of War ( 401 ) 2026-11-11
402 Chapter 402: Corrupted Flames ( 402 ) 2026-11-11
403 Chapter 403 403: Vengeance and Valor ( 403 ) 2026-11-11
404 Chapter 404 404: Obsession and Omens ( 404 ) 2026-11-11
405 Chapter 405 405: Deceit Among Nobles ( 405 ) 2026-11-11
406 Chapter 406: The Kingʼs Ambition ( 406 ) 2026-11-11
407 Chapter 407: Desires of the Heart ( 407 ) 2026-11-11
408 Chapter 408: Between Spirits and Rivalry ( 408 ) 2026-11-11
409 Chapter 409 409: Strategic Minds ( 409 ) 2026-11-11
410 Chapter 410 410: Hunting the Shadows ( 410 ) 2026-11-11
411 Chapter 411 411: No One Gets Away ( 411 ) 2026-11-11
412 Chapter 412: Blades, Magic, and Recon ( 412 ) 2026-11-11
413 Chapter 413: Ashes to Ashes ( 413 ) 2026-11-11
414 Chapter 414: Unseen Forces ( 414 ) 2026-11-11
415 Chapter 415 415: Different Paths, Shared Bonds ( 415 ) 2026-11-11
416 Chapter 416 416: Tactical Preparations ( 416 ) 2026-11-11
417 Chapter 417 417: Ready for Duty ( 417 ) 2026-11-11
418 Chapter 418: Dining Room Drama ( 418 ) 2026-11-11
419 Chapter 419: Blood and Valor ( 419 ) 2026-11-11
420 Chapter 420: Holding the Line ( 420 ) 2026-11-11
421 Chapter 421 421: Predator and Prey ( 421 ) 2026-11-11
422 Chapter 422 422: Strategies in Motion ( 422 ) 2026-11-11
423 Chapter 423 423: Mapping Fate ( 423 ) 2026-11-11
424 Chapter 424: A Call to Honor ( 424 ) 2026-11-11
425 Chapter 425: A Choice of Honor ( 425 ) 2026-11-11
426 Chapter 426: The Weight of Trust ( 426 ) 2026-11-11
427 Chapter 427 427: Two Fronts ( 427 ) 2026-11-11
428 Chapter 428 428: Pieces on the Board ( 428 ) 2026-11-11
429 Chapter 429 429: Plans and Prodigies ( 429 ) 2026-11-11
430 Chapter 430 430: Plans and Predicaments ( 430 ) 2026-11-11
431 Chapter 431 431: Descent into Madness ( 431 ) 2026-11-11
432 Chapter 432 432: Rage of the Queen ( 432 ) 2026-11-11
433 Chapter 433 433: Madness and Power ( 433 ) 2026-11-11
434 Chapter 434 434: Devour and Conquer ( 434 ) 2026-11-11
435 Chapter 435 435: Devourer of Souls ( 435 ) 2026-11-11
436 Chapter 436: Desperate Measures ( 436 ) 2026-11-11
437 Chapter 437: Warlords and Fledglings ( 437 ) 2026-11-11
438 Chapter 438: A Farewell Feast ( 438 ) 2026-11-11
439 Chapter 439: Before the Dawn ( 439 ) 2026-11-11
440 Chapter 440: Until We Meet Again ( 440 ) 2026-11-11
441 Chapter 441: Harmony in Motion ( 441 ) 2026-11-11
442 Chapter 442: Taste of Equality ( 442 ) 2026-11-11
443 Chapter 443: Into the Fray ( 443 ) 2026-11-11
444 Chapter 444: Fragments of Darkness ( 444 ) 2026-11-11
445 Chapter 445: Wardens of Light ( 445 ) 2026-11-11
446 Chapter 446: Waves of Challenge ( 446 ) 2026-11-11
447 Chapter 447: Duty and Honor ( 447 ) 2026-11-11
448 Chapter 448 448: Mimi ( 448 ) 2026-11-11
449 Chapter 449 449: Love at First Nap ( 449 ) 2026-11-11
450 Chapter 450 450: Demon Royals and Cat-Tales ( 450 ) 2026-11-11

Chapter 434 434: Devour and Conquer ( 434 )

Zephyra smirked, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips as she struggled to stand.

”Kenjirou…” she said breathlessly, eyes gleaming, ”…give me your mana.”

Kenjirouʼs grin widened.

”As you wish… my queen.”

He stepped forward, and his cursed left hand—normally unstable, overflowing with a hunger for power, blood, and destruction—glowed softly.

It was unnatural.

The cursed arm, the very weapon that could destroy men and melt armor, trembled.

And yet, when Kenjirou gently placed it over Zephyraʼs chest—nothing happened.

No devouring.

No harm.

Only warmth.

Because the curse couldnʼt harm her. Would never harm her.

Only her.

”Take it all,” he whispered.

”Everything I am… everything Iʼve stolen… all the power, all the blood—take it, Zephyra.”

Dark crimson mana began to flow from his palm, pouring into Zephyra like a raging current.

Her body lit up with red-black patterns. Her muscles tensed. Her aura exploded outward in waves.

BOOOOOM!!!

Dust and debris scattered as Zephyra stood tall once more, her spear pulsing with terrifying power.

”Perfect,” she said with a dark smile.

”Now I can fight again.”

Kenjirou licked his lips, stepping beside her.

”Letʼs destroy everything in our path, my love.”

”Until the world kneels… or burns.”

Zephyra stood at the center of the blood-soaked battlefield, the bodies of halflings and Amazarak warriors strewn around her like discarded dolls.

Smoke rose.

Flames crackled in the distance.

The stench of death was everywhere.

She looked around—her expression calm, her eyes gleaming with cruel intelligence.

”Kenjirou… my love.”

He turned to her immediately, eyes glowing red, his chest heaving.

”Anything for you, my queen.”

”Channel your power… into me.”

Kenjirou smirked. Without hesitation, he pulled her close—

and kissed her.

Dark mana surged from his lips and fingertips—crackling, twisting, devouring—and poured into Zephyraʼs body like a flood.

The sky above them pulsed black for a moment.

The wind screamed as if the world itself rejected what was coming.

Zephyra pulled away from the kiss, her eyes blazing with darkness.

She raised her hand toward the fallen.

”Forbidden Skill…”

Her voice echoed unnaturally—layered with power and madness.

”Darkness Revival.”

The earth trembled.

Every corpse—halfling or Amazarak—began to twitch.

Fingers curled. Eyes opened.

Mouths gasped without breath.

”Rise,” Zephyra commanded.

And they did.

Black mist wrapped around the corpses, pulling them upright.

Their eyes glowed with dull crimson light.

Not alive.

Not dead.

Soulless. But obedient.

”They are mine now,” Zephyra whispered, smiling darkly.

”My soldiers. My blades. My shields.”

Kenjirou laughed with pure delight, spinning his sword and pointing it toward the horizon.

”March, my queen. Iʼll slaughter the living. You command the dead.”

The newly risen army stood in eerie silence—awaiting the next command.

The war had just taken a darker turn.

Zephyra stood among her risen dead, black mist curling at her feet, her crimson eyes glowing like twin eclipses. The air around her pulsed with dark, forbidden magic.

She turned to her lover—her weapon—Kenjirou, and whispered with a seductive smile,

”Kenjirou… we need more mana.”

She ran her bloodstained fingers along his cursed arm.

”Feed me more. Devour them. Give it all to me. I need your power to maintain them… to command them.”

Kenjirouʼs grin widened, eyes crazed and glowing as he licked the blood from his lips.

”Anything for you, Zephyra. Anything for my queen.”

Without waiting, he pulled her close again.

Their lips met—

And the very air cracked.

BOOOOOOOM!!

The sky pulsed black and red. The earth beneath them trembled as if reality itself refused to witness their bond.

A storm of mana erupted from them—dark and consuming—twisting into the sky like a beacon of dread.

The dead army behind Zephyra jerked and stood straighter, infused with even more cursed energy.

The bond between them had become a conduit of destruction.

Kenjirou pulled away from the kiss, his aura rippling like flames.

”More. Iʼll get you more.”

He turned toward the nearby remaining halfling scouts and retreating reinforcements—those foolish enough to remain within sight.

”Iʼll devour them all!”

With a roar, Kenjirou charged toward them, cursed arm glowing, sword raised high.

”EVERY SOUL I CONSUME—IS FOR HER!!”

Behind him, Zephyra stood like a death goddess draped in royalty.

”Go, my love… Make the world kneel.”

In the Halfling Kingdom.

King Gurdan was furious.

”What!?”

Gurdanʼs voice roared across the war tent, the impact of his fury knocking over a stack of scrolls and war documents. Advisors and generals flinched, none daring to meet his gaze.

”Youʼre telling me…” he growled, ”…that the hundred thousand I sent to crush the Amazarak border are being pushed back?”

The halfling messenger fell to one knee, drenched in sweat.

”Y-yes, Your Majesty. The Amazarak Queen has somehow… revived the fallen. Theyʼre fighting with undead soldiers now. And Kenjirou… heʼs—heʼs unstoppable.”

Gurdanʼs fists clenched around the hilt of his great axe.

”And the four hundred thousand?”

His voice dropped, cold and lethal.

”They were supposed to wear him down. Drain him. Break him!”

”Your Majesty…” another general stepped forward reluctantly.

”It appears Kenjirou slipped away… during the shift in battle lines. We underestimated his mobility… and his unnatural regeneration.”

Gurdanʼs eyes narrowed, a red glow beginning to seep into them—his celestial power rumbling with rage.

”He slipped out of a battlefield with four hundred thousand soldiers watching him?”

”Youʼre telling me all of them failed!?”

”Heʼs not human anymore, sire…” the advisor whispered.

”His mana presence… itʼs growing. Spiking beyond what our priests can measure.”

Gurdan turned away, pacing. His cape swirled behind him like a storm cloud.

”And now heʼs with Zephyra. That cursed queen and her wicked pet.”

He slammed his fist on the war table, cracking the wood.

”So be it. If the troops failed to break him…” he looked up, eyes blazing,

”…Iʼll break him myself.”

He turned to his generals.

”Double the formation at our flanks. Increase priest activity to detect cursed mana. And begin assembling every elite adventurer party and magic battalion we have.”

”Weʼre going to strip that celestial from his body…”

”…even if we have to burn him and his queen to ash.”

The halfling king stood silently, staring at the map with eyes that burned like coals.

Then—

A voice. Low. Ancient. Hungry.

”You should start consuming them…”

Gurdan froze.

”…the captured Amazarak warriors. Theyʼre already tainted. Weak. Desperate.”

”Their souls will feed us.”

He clenched his fists. ”Theyʼre prisoners. Fodder. I should use them for labor, maybe as leverage…”

The voice chuckled.

”Foolish sentiment. We are beyond politics. Beyond mercy.

You want power, Gurdan? Then take it.”

Gurdan gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. His breathing grew heavy.

”If youʼre too soft…” the celestial whispered, seductive and cruel,

”…then devour your elite instead. Their strength will become yours. Their skill, yours.”

A flash of red glinted in Gurdanʼs eye.

A shiver ran through his spine as he felt the celestialʼs mana stir deep within him, clawing at his sanity.

”Youʼve seen Kenjirou. Heʼs lost everything—but look what heʼs become.”

”He devours and grows.”

”So must you.”

Gurdan slammed his hand on the table again—this time hard enough to split it.

”Silence…” he hissed, but the voice only laughed—inside him.

”There is no silence anymore, Gurdan.

There is only war. Devour… or be devoured.”

( End of Chapter )

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