My Girlfriend is an S-Class Adventurer

“World chaos? Is that what he wants?” The Emperor asked Morax, only to confirm what he had heard.

With his elegance and petulance put aside at that moment, the demon nodded, answering the man’s question.

At that moment, Callant brought his left hand to his temples. As he massaged them gently, he began to try to reason and absorb everything he had heard in a few minutes.

Another son of the Emperor had just been born, and the last thing he would want to go through at this moment was war, even less so against such mystical beings as the demons, incomparable enemies. Of course, the Emperor had many strong warriors at his service to fight a war, but since the Dungeons appeared in the world, the armies of all nations were reduced to only a few tens of thousands of troops.

The whole situation was made even worse if you included the factors that the war would be continental, and also that the demons could use the monsters resulting from Dungeon breaks.

“Do you know where he will start? When will the war start?” Luke asked.

“Um… I already told you the goal of our race, are you guys still not satisfied? Humans are really a rotten race who only think about their own navels, that’s why they will be exterminated!” Morax exclaimed.

The demon’s voice echoed through the gigantic chamber, and at the same time the rays of sunlight coming through the panes of glass were slowly extinguished by the passing of a gigantic cloud. Luke looked at Morax coldly. Those eyes made the demon tremble with fear. Morax closed his fists to try to hide the trembling, but the half-wolf’s gaze on him seemed so piercing that the demon felt his mind was being penetrated.

Luke stood face to face with Morax, and suddenly the sound of a stab could be heard. Soon people noticed that the half-wolf had stuck a sword into the demon’s belly.

“Don’t be an idiot, and answer our questions. Because if you don’t, better than killing you or your wife, I will break your soul. Now tell me, why are you trying to buy time?”

A black liquid dripped down the left corner of the demon’s mouth, but it dried up before he even began to speak. “Haha! Who knew that magic circle wouldn’t separate us! Cof, cof! Well, you’re right, of course I’m buying time. Can’t you feel it? Cof!”

“Feel? Feel what?”

“HIS aura approaching! HAHAHAHAHA! THE FALL OF THE BROTEFORGE EMPIRE BEGINS TODAY!”

That was a long second for everyone in that room, because they personally heard the declaration of war. In that long second, they remembered something that made everything even worse. A few minutes ago, the sky was clear and without any clouds, so what the hell could have covered up the sun?

Just as everyone was wondering this, and silence lingered over the hall, in the background shouts could be heard as quick, metallic footsteps reached the door of the hall.

A guard opened the door to the hall abruptly, because he was completely desperate. His gasping breath did not stop him from shouting to the Emperor:

“YOUR IMPERIAL MAJESTY, OUR CITY IS UNDER ATTACK!”

Callant immediately rose from his chair, and the shouts outside the palace became even louder. Before he could even give the order for the imperial guards to start acting, the ten panes of glass in the hall exploded.

Responsible for the shattering of the windows were the dozens of imps that now infested the hall’s ceiling. These imps were small monsters, no more than sixty centimeters in size. Their skin was usually wrinkled and red, with pus-filled blisters and spines scattered on various parts of their bodies. In addition, they all had a pair of wings, which flapped frantically to keep them flying even when stationary.

A hundred of these monsters invaded the Emperor’s hall as if it were nothing. They talked among themselves and shouted in a voice so thin it hurt your eardrums.

The Imperial Guards drew their weapons and rushed to form a circle around the Emperor. However, it was not they who acted first against the imps, but the half-wolf’s band.

Nathalia summoned her Spear of Panspermia, the Daughter of Hades.

Although nervous, frightened and surprised, Ayumi Yamazaki did not stand still. She created a shield above the group, pushing more than thirty imps away.

Everyone else also prepared for an intense fight, because from the persistence of the shouting outside it was possible to tell that the confusion was not only here.

“Shit, what do we do now?” Zack asked with raised fists, because he didn’t bring his hammer.

“Stay calm, Zack. It’s okay…” Luke said with an unshakable calmness of aspect. Then he uttered low enough that only he himself could hear: “.”

From the floor of the hall emerged dozens of roots that hoisted toward the monsters. The vertices of these roots were extremely pointed, and according to Luke’s orders they began to kill the imps one by one. In just a few seconds dozens of imps were killed, but their bodies fell to the ground without crumbling.

In Luke’s head dozens of messages resounded, but the transmitted message radiated was different from before.

[An Imp has been killed. Its corpse may or may not contain its Vital Core.]

[An Imp has been killed. Its corpse may or may not contain its Vital Core.]

[An Imp has been killed. Its corpse may or may not contain its Vital Core.]

The half-wolf noticed this drastic difference, but something else quickly replaced that sense of strangeness. Luke realized that using the was consuming a lot of his energy, especially since he was killing dozens of monsters in just a few seconds, but there was something strange in the air.

As Morax began to laugh hysterically, and dozens more imps kept storming into the hall through the panes of glass, Luke noticed something larger among a swarm of monsters, a humanoid creature, or rather, the devil himself.