The Demon Lords vs. Feldway & Zelanus

The sky was shattered.

The battlefield was a storm of chaos and destruction.

The very fabric of reality trembled under the unimaginable clash between the Demon Lords and the two strongest beings of the Angelic Forces.

Feldway and Zelanus stood side by side, their presence warping the air itself.

The world had never seen a fight like this.

My lovers had already joined the war, and the Legions of demons were spreading destruction.

Yet, this battle…

This battle was different.

It was beyond war.

It was beyond anything the Cardinal World had ever witnessed.

Even Yuuki, lurking in the shadows, watched with sharp eyes, waiting.

He knew, as well as I did—this battle would determine the future of the world.

The moment the fight truly started, everything vanished.

No sound. No light. No sensation.

Just—an instant void.

Then—

BOOM!

Guy Crimson was the first to strike.

His fist ignited with hellfire, a deep crimson blaze that could erase existence itself.

With a single step, he crossed the battlefield and drove his fist straight toward Feldway's face.

A direct hit—

Or so he thought.

Feldway didn't move.

Instead, the moment Guy's fist made contact, the air distorted.

An invisible barrier—no, a force of absolute control—stopped Guy's punch.

The shockwave that followed was enough to send mountains crumbling, tearing the land apart.

Yet Feldway remained untouched.

He smirked.

"Is that all?"

Before Guy could react, Feldway countered.

A golden flash—his palm struck Guy's chest, and a divine explosion erupted.

Guy was blasted through the battlefield, his body tearing through entire continents before crashing into the Ice Continent where Gord ruled.

Milim didn't hesitate.

Her aura erupted, her eyes glowing with primal rage.

With an earth-shattering roar, she unleashed her Dragon Nova, a compressed sphere of pure annihilation.

She hurled it at Feldway with enough force to wipe out an entire plane of existence.

The air turned to void.

The ground disintegrated.

And yet—

Feldway raised a single finger.

The Dragon Nova stopped.

Then—

With a flick—it reversed back toward Milim.

Milim's eyes widened. "What—?!"

The very attack she unleashed was now consuming her.

Before she could react, Rimuru moved.

Faster than light.

He materialized in front of Milim, his hand glowing with infinite possibilities.

"Azathoth: Devour."

Rimuru's body expanded, swallowing the attack whole.

Milim was panting, but she grinned.

"Hah! Thanks, Rimuru! Now let's crush this guy!"

But before they could launch another attack—

Zelanus moved.

Unlike Feldway, who fought with absolute power, Zelanus was something else entirely.

He was speed.

He was precision.

One moment, he was standing still.

The next—

He was behind Leon.

SLASH.

A thin line of black energy streaked across Leon's armor.

Leon's golden eyes widened.

"Tch—when did he—?!"

Then—blood.

A deep cut appeared on Leon's cheek, his divine armor failing to fully block the attack.

Leon gritted his teeth.

"He's faster than anything I've ever fought."

Zelanus smirked.

"Oh? You actually blocked that? Impressive."

Before Leon could counter, Zelanus flickered again.

This time, he was above Luminous.

With an elegant twist, he descended with a heel kick, aimed straight at her head.

Luminous barely managed to dodge, her body vanishing in a mist of holy energy.

But—too slow.

Zelanus anticipated it.

His hand reached into the mist—

And ripped Luminous out of her teleportation.

"Gah!" Luminous coughed, surprised.

He slammed her into the ground with earth-shattering force.

The ground exploded, sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

Hinata, watching from the distance, clenched her sword.

"Damn it! They're too strong!"

Guy returned.

Blood dripping from his mouth, but his eyes burned with fire.

"You bastard… that actually hurt."

He wiped his mouth and smiled.

Milim snapped her fingers, her body glowing with boundless power.

"Rimuru! We go all out!"

Rimuru nodded, his ultimate skills activating simultaneously.

Leon's sword blazed with celestial energy.

Luminous rose, wiping her lips, golden chains forming around her.

The Demon Lords, despite the odds, stood their ground.

Feldway and Zelanus simply smiled.

"Come, then," Feldway whispered.

And the battle resumed—fiercer than ever.

I could see Yuuki, lurking, analyzing everything.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

And I knew—when that moment came, it would be catastrophic.

Because he wasn't here to help.

He was here to claim everything for himself.

And so, I continued to watch, waiting.

The battlefield was in absolute chaos.

The Demon Lords, despite their overwhelming strength, were barely holding their ground against Feldway and Zelanus.

Each attack from the two archangels was like a divine storm, relentless, calculated, and terrifying.

Guy, Milim, Rimuru, Leon, and Luminous were bleeding, panting, their once unshakable dominance now being tested to the limits.

And it was clear—they needed help.

Watching from above, I knew that this wasn't just a test of strength.

This was a battle of survival.

Feldway and Zelanus weren't simply fighting to win.

They were fighting to end everything.

Diablo, standing beside me, clenched his fists. "They won't last much longer at this rate, my lord."

I sighed, watching as the battlefield burned.

Then, with a simple thought, I sent a message.

"Velzard. Testarossa. Ultima. Carrera."

Across the battlefield, my lovers paused mid-fight, sensing my voice resonate in their minds.

Velzard, who had been ripping through legions of angels, narrowed her icy-blue eyes.

"Yes, my love?" she replied, a seductive smirk forming.

Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera—the Three Primordial Fiends of Destruction—stopped, waiting for my command.

I spoke with absolute certainty.

"Leave the battlefield. Go assist the Demon Lords. Zelanus and Feldway are too strong for them alone."

For a brief second, they didn't move.

Then—

A wave of excitement surged through them.

Testarossa licked her lips. "Finally, a real challenge."

Ultima grinned wildly. "Ohhh, this is going to be fun!"

Carrera let out a loud laugh. "I was getting bored anyway! Let's go blow them up!"

Velzard, however, simply chuckled, her icy aura surging as she glanced at me through the battlefield.

"If that is what my beloved commands… then we shall bring ruin to your enemies."

With a single step, the four vanished.

Their arrival would shift the balance of power.

But there was another problem.

Dragruel—the Titan Lord—was struggling.

His battle against Fenn, his own brother, was turning catastrophic.

Fenn was pure destruction.

A giant force of raw devastation, his fists could crush mountains with a flick.

Dragruel was holding his ground, but barely.

His three sons—Dagura, Laura, and Debura—tried to help, but Fenn was too strong.

One strike from Fenn sent Dragruel skidding across the battlefield, his bones fracturing, his body cracking from the impact.

"Damn it…! I have to stop you, brother…!"

Dragruel growled, his fists shaking.

But Fenn only laughed.

"Stop me? HAHAHA! YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME, DRAGRUEL?!"

His voice thundered, his presence making the world tremble.

This wasn't a battle.

This was a nightmare.

I watched closely, my mind calculating.

Then, I sent another message.

"Veldora."

Across the battlefield, Veldora was obliterating legions of angelic forces, his thunderous roars shaking the world.

His golden eyes snapped open at my voice.

"Hah? What is it, brother?"

"Go help Dragruel."

There was a pause—then a deep laugh.

"Oho! Now THAT sounds fun!"

With a thunderous flap of his wings, Veldora vanished in an instant.

Now, the pieces were set.

The Demon Lords, exhausted and on the verge of collapse, suddenly felt a shift in the battlefield.

They sensed the incoming forces.

Feldway and Zelanus, in contrast, narrowed their eyes.

They could feel it too.

Something was coming.

Something terrifying.

And then—

BOOM.

Velzard descended first.

The entire battlefield froze over.

The sky turned to glacial storms, the air itself freezing in time.

Guy Crimson, struggling to stand, looked up and grinned.

"Heh… took you long enough."

Velzard smirked, her elegant white-blue dress flowing. "You men always rush into battle without thinking."

Zelanus turned, eyes calculating. "Hmph… so you're here now?"

Then—

BOOM.

Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera landed.

A wave of chaotic destruction erupted from their presence.

Ultima giggled sadistically. "I hope you two are strong enough to handle us~."

Carrera cracked her knuckles. "I've been waiting to fight something worthwhile."

Testarossa smirked darkly. "Shall we begin?"

Feldway frowned, realizing that the battle had just shifted.

And then—

BOOM.

Across the battlefield, Veldora arrived at Dragruel's side.

The moment he landed, a massive bolt of thunder incinerated Fenn's arm.

Fenn roared in fury, turning to see Veldora smirking.

"Yo! I heard you needed some help, Dragruel!"

Dragruel coughed, grinning. "Heh… took you long enough, storm dragon."

Fenn, despite the wound, grinned madly. "A dragon? HAHAHAHA! GOOD! MORE TO DESTROY!"

Veldora's smirk widened as his lightning aura surged.

"Oh? Then let's see if you can handle the TRUE STORM."

And with that—

The war escalated to a new level.