My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger - Chapter 723

Chapter 723: Chapter 724: Meadow

“My lord, the goddess races have made it to the meadow.”

The voice of the priestess from the snake temple echoed out behind him.

Damon remained fixed in place, his head throbbing from the prolonged use of Faceless.

It was less pronounced than he thought, but he was gradually losing a sense of his identity.

‘I was wrong to assume Faceless didn’t affect me because it was a shadow clone.’

Damon was running out of time, still he held it together, he didn’t forget to remind himself.

‘I am Damon Grey, son of Noctis and Ranar Grey.’

His will was strong enough to avoid losing himself, for now.

He nodded at the young demon kin woman acting as his adjunct.

His gaze was still fixed on the dungeon gate, but he didn’t miss the large amounts of people gathering in the distance.

They were earlier than he had ordered. It wasn’t midnight. In fact, midnight was a few hours away from now.

“My lord, what are your orders.”

Damon didn’t say anything for a while, just stared blankly.

“Kill them all.”

As soon as he said those words, he dissolved into the shadows, appearing in front of an army of demon beasts. The demon kin stood in front of the ranks acting as commanders.

They were exactly seventy-two demons present.

It was a terrifying army, even if it was small. Monstrous demon beasts that could rip apart a person, strange horned monsters with whip-like tails. Flying demon beasts in the air with claws that sparked with flames.

It was quite a sight.

From the hilltops surrounding the meadow, soldiers and scouts from the coalition trembled as they looked upon the black tide gathering below. Some swallowed hard, gripping their weapons until their knuckles turned white.

“Monsters… they brought real monsters…” one of them whispered.

Another muttered a prayer to the goddess of light, his voice shaking. “Please… grant us courage.”

Bakemon Baal bowed, prompting the other demon kin to do the same.

Damon waved his hand, looking at the army on the other side. Their numbers had waned. They looked bloodied and tired.

Even so, their killing intent and fighting spirit were high.

Abellona stood in front of the coalition army, looking at Damon with her deep crimson eyes.

‘So that’s what it feels like to be her enemy.’

He could already hear her raising morale and giving some impassioned speech about glory and victory, promising them the title of heroes on the battlefield and all what not.

Even from afar, some soldiers wept as she spoke. Her words carried hope where none should exist. The sound of her voice reached across the meadow like a heartbeat.

“For the goddess,” someone whispered in awe.

Damon felt detached from it all. He was standing here on this battlefield, but he felt like he was watching it all from the eyes of an uninterested observer, as if it had nothing to do with him.

With her speech completed, she raised her spear into the sky and roared the battle charge.

The sounds of their battle cries reached into the heavens, deafening in its might like thunder clapping in a stormy sky. He felt the ground thunder beneath his feet, sand shaking with the rocks.

Even the demons behind him stirred, their growls rising to match the cries of their enemies. Some beat their chests, others clawed at the ground, unable to contain their bloodlust.

The demon army did not move. They dared not attack without Damon’s order, and he raised his hand.

“Forward.”

That was all he said.

The army of demons roared past him, unleashed upon their enemies.

Glowing flashes of destruction filled the sky before the two armies even met. The earth trembled and shook, explosions rocking the ground.

Time seemed to slow down as the two armies met, then in a deafening clash of steel and flesh.

And the symphony of chaos followed. In this madness it was hard to tell friend from foe.

This was what battle was actually like all you needed to do was kill and don’t get killed.

The claws of a large demon beast pinned through the armor of a young woman, lifting her into the air and slamming her through the bodies of a few people as they scattered, thrown into the air.

Flames fell from the sky along with the bleeding corpses of both the flying demons and those who had wings to meet them.

Blood rained from the sky in this clash, and flames and ash rose into the night sky.

In all this combat, Damon merely walked through the battlefield. For some odd reason, despite the battle and screams around him, no one attacked him. Almost as if he didn’t exist.

No one, not even those consumed by the greed of his bounty.

Among the coalition lines, confusion spread like wildfire. Soldiers pointed at the figure moving calmly through the bloodshed.

Even the commanders hesitated. The orbs recording the battle flickered.

It was an odd sight to stand unopposed on a battlefield.

The clouds in the sky began to gather, and he watched the blood pool and fill the ground.

Each death was more gruesome than the last, yet here he was, almost like an observer.

He narrowed his eyes.

“Something is wrong.”

He just couldn’t be sure what it was.

Then he paused right, he was forgetting something.

‘Where is the priestess from the snake temple.’

He didn’t know her name, but she wasn’t on the battlefield. Spreading his shadow perception, he sensed the other demons, but not her.

Each of them had found an opponent to engage in battle with, the sole exception of her.

His shadow perception spread to the edge of the battlefield. There she was, standing with her hands up in the sky as if invoking a prayer.

“What is she doing.”

There was a glitter, a white sparkle like stars. Slowly, she dropped her hands to the ground.

Damon frowned. Then he heard a low hum from the ground as the priestess began to convulse.

Tears of blood poured from her eyes as she muttered and chanted something under her breath.

However, Damon managed to make out her first words.

“Hail Unknown, the Unknown God.”

His skin prickled as his danger sense exploded. He took a slight step to the side, avoiding a spear aimed for his head.

This was the source of his danger sense reacting.

He tilted his head slightly to find Abellona glaring at him, her spear in hand a few steps from him.

“Amon,” she called out coldly.

Damon turned to face her, his shadow perception still on the priestess who continued to mutter as she bled.

‘I should get my main body here quickly… but first… to heal my wounds.’

Abellona wasn’t the only one here to face him. Leona had come as well, holding her greatsword slick with blood.

Velora Nyxfall from the Silver Glades, and a few others.

Who he really didn’t care about. It was a party of seven assembled to kill him.

“Suppose you would do.”

“Shall we begin.”