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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

‘Fishcakes!’ The moment those words left his mouth, I swore I almost blew my top.

‘I just knew you were still holding grudges the moment you gave us the cold shoulder. You’re still mad I sold you off to Meisian.’

‘But who are you to say that I got my just desserts? Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten how many times you sold me off to those siblings? Did your heart not ache when you sold us out? If I had to say, you’re the one who really got his just desserts. Hurts, doesn’t ?!’

Still, it wasn’t like all that mattered right now. What’s important now was to calm Meisian down.

“Meisian, listen to me… Sinmosa has already promised to lead me into the Hellhounds’ territory. I’ll find a way to persuade them to join our cause. After all, both of their clans have some bad blood between each other. I won’t ask you to face those Warhorses alone, so let’s calm down and talk…”

I think I had a rough idea of why she suddenly flipped on us: if it wasn’t the matter of the Warhorses, it probably was the issue of Shadowcat blood. Having explained the former, I proceeded to explain my thoughts about the latter. “I know I said I needed a whole Shadowcat’s blood, but…”

“Enough! The honor of us Shadowcats is not something you can besmirch like that! You want our blood -not a chance in hell!” Her eyes were practically spewing fire at this point. “Before I change my mind about letting you all go, leave! Else I’ll help you leave.”

“Meisian, let me finish…” I still wanted to explain, but before I could finish, I spotted a black silhouette leaping in from the side. I hurriedly grabbed Mo Na and Cinderel and tumbled to the side, narrowly missing that sneak attack.

“GRRR!”

Sinmosa growled menacingly at the Purgatory Shadowcat who leaped at us before knocking him away.

Seeing that, I couldn’t help but rub my temples as I turned towards a decidedly lively Anmi and a visibly furious Meisian. “Even if you don’t want to, must you really resort to this?”

‘I swear these cats flip out faster than a blind man flipping through a book.’

“Hey…why am I getting dragged into this?” Standing near us, Jeerah narrowly avoided another sneak attack by a Purgatory Shadowcat. Ducking behind Sinmosa, she scrambled to our side. “Master! Don’t just stand there, summon that giant golem of yours!”

“There’s still no need for that right now.” I flatly refused her. “It’s not time yet.”

“Then when is the right time?”

I gripped down on the two little scamps and rushed over to Sinmosa and Sasani, then glared from the corner of my eyes at Anmi’s lively cat face. “We’ll leave for now.” I muttered under my breath.

Having chased away two more Four-star guardcats who eagerly offered themselves at us, Sinmosa firmly took up position behind us. “I’ll cover you guys, my brother will clear the path ahead.”

“AWOOOO!”

Sasani knocked away another pouncing cat before breaking into a roaring charge towards the main hall’s exit. It had to be said at this point that there were only four Five-star guardcats who constantly guarded Meisian at her side, the rest were all Four-stars.

With these two Hellhounds guarding the front and rear, our retreat wasn’t going to be a problem. I was just worried that more Purgatory Shadowcats might show up to hinder us, or perhaps some Six-stars or even their elders. We had best leave now, lest we really wore out our welcome.

Raging Flame Charge!

The strength of a Hellhound was without a doubt stronger than the Purgatory Shadowcats. Transforming into a fiery dog tank, Sasani blazed ahead, sending any cat in his path tumbling away in a meowing cat ball.

Yet just when we thought that we were in the clear, three larger guardcats suddenly dashed into view. The three of them bunched up in a wall in an attempt to physically block Sasani.

“ROAAR!!”

Faced with this feline wall, Sasani fearlessly pushed ahead. Then they clashed…

Sasani’s Raging Flame Charge boosted his speed to its absolute limit, but at the end of the day, he was just one Hellhound. Faced with three Five-stars banding together to block him, he was unable to make that final push.

Like a traffic accident along a speeding highway, the three guardcat captains were sent tumbling out the door. Sasani’s fate was the same, having lost his ability to charge any further as he tumbled backwards from the impact.

Sasani’s inability to break through the entrance was completely out of my expectations. I had never expected such resistance right at the very doorstep of the exit. Now that he was incapacitated, we definitely couldn’t leave him behind and escape ourselves. However, the biggest problem now was that we were once again surrounded by cats.

Another black silhouette flashed in from the corner. There was now a fourth guardcat captain blocking the exit. His figure was a lot larger than his three comrades. In all likelihood, he was about to evolve into the next tier.

Sinmosa turned around to eye her fallen husband. He was down on the floor, but he was not unconscious, merely out of strength. She exchanged a couple words with him in their language then turned around to explain to me, “He’s spent, we need to hold our ground for a while.”

“Don’t worry. If need be, I’ll summon the Devil King Idol. It’s just…”

If I were to release my Devil King Idol, at least half of Meisian’s castle would end up getting wrecked. And if that were to happen, the consequences would be quite spectacular… That was why I had no intention of summoning it right now. Meisian wasn’t really out to kill us or anything, she just wanted to chase us away. But based on their expressions right now, they probably wanted to teach us a lesson before that…

“MEOW!!!”

“GRRR!!”

The remaining guardcat captain meowed tauntingly at Sinmosa. Not one to back down from a challenge, she growled back. Just like that, cat and dog entered into a state one could only describe as strangely destined. A second later, both of them launched a simultaneous attack, and a furious battle of cat and dog ensued.

All three of Sinmosa’s jaws opened wide, glistening teeth apparent for all to see as she lunged at the guardcat captain. With a body roughly the size of an adult wolf, the physically smaller Purgatory Shadowcat managed to dodge the incoming bites with ease, even managing to swipe at Sinmosa’s back as he leaped away. Blood spurted out of the three claw marks. Her skin was ripped apart at the wound, black fur still clinging onto that cat’s claws. Blood was drawn… this was a deadly serious fight…

Yet this wound merely spurred Sinmosa on. She pressed forward and continued lunging at the guardcat captain, swiping at him between bites. However, the guardcat captain was significantly more agile than her. He adopted a cautious stance, retreating right after he scored a hit instead of trying his luck for another. With a leap and tumble, he easily evaded her second wave of attacks.

All that took place in mere moments, but that short exchange landed Sinmosa in a disadvantaged position. The cat’s agility was just too much for her to handle. That saying, “cats climb the wall, dogs crawl through the hole”, wasn’t without merit.

However, that wasn’t to say that a Hellhound would automatically lose to a Purgatory Shadowcat of his own star level. After all, their endurance and strength were much higher. Furthermore, in terms of single strikes alone, there was no comparison between a Purgatory Shadowcat and a Hellhound. A Purgatory Shadowcat was definitely more agile than a Hellhound, but that advantage came with a disadvantage as well.

The guardcat captain wasn’t able to land a lethal strike on her, but that didn’t mean Sinmosa wasn’t able to land one on him. All she needed was one solid strike to knock out that pesky cat. This match was a fight to see who made a mistake first.

“Woof woof woof!~~”

Seeing her mother hurt like that, the little puppy Cinderel immediately barked in her tender but worried voice. Her willingness to challenge her opponent now with her voice more than showed her bravery, but for her to actually try and charge into battle…

I anxiously grabbed her by her nape and carried her in my arms. “Don’t worry.” I softly comforted her. “Your mama can handle this herself, right now we need to keep your daddy safe.”

The moment I said “daddy”, she instinctively turned to look at her exhausted to the point of collapsing father. She barked a couple of times in disgust, as if to say, “How can that useless daddy ever be more important than mama?” That was probably why Sasani looked like his doggy face was about to cry.

As Sinmosa and that guardcat captain continued duking it out, the remaining Four-star guardcats weren’t slacking around either. They tightened their encirclement, maintaining a posture that was ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

“Mama, those kitties seem like they are attacking…should we get the big golem to come out?”

The situation definitely didn’t favor us right now, and that frightened my precious daughter a little. Yet I still felt that now wasn’t the time to do so. With its massive size, the main hall would probably be destroyed, and while the satisfaction from doing that would be sublime, the grudge of a destroyed house wasn’t…

The Devil King Idol could only be a last resort.

“Geez…if my master is not going to act, then I guess it’s all up to me now.” Suddenly, in the midst of our perilous situation, Jeerah miraculously stood out. She grabbed her thin Devil tail ,and like waving a cat’s toy, began shaking it back and forth in front of the guardcats. “Look guys, there’s something fun here!”

‘Just because they have the word cat in their name, doesn’t mean they are actually cats, you know… I don’t even know what to say to you… Also, what the heck do you mean by your master is not going to act…I bet you wanted to say I’m useless!’

‘Hmph, you were definitely going to say that. Fine, let’s just watch you make a fool of yourself then. As if they would ever be distracted by your ta…. No way… you’re kidding me… you stupid cats!’

Had I not seen this for myself, I would have never believed that over a dozen guardcats would actually be conquered by Jeerah’s tail…

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

“It hasn’t been long since we last met, and you’ve actually managed to change your race in the meantime? Truly, extraordinary!” The little black cat, Meisian, gave me a bemused look as she sat atop her Elemental Segregation Platform. “Quick, tell me exactly what happened to your body?”

Our current situation started when I brought Mo Na, Jeerah, and Sinmosa’s family to the new cat king, Meisian’s, castle. Even though I was already a well-known figure after helping Meisian secure her cat throne, the fact that I had a giant golem army with me still made the Purgatory Shadowcats wary. Just their massive size alone was enough to leave the cats feeling ill at ease. In order to show that I meant them no harm, I had the Abyssal Golems and Jeerah’s little gang stay outside of the city walls while I led Jeerah and the rest of my entourage to meet Meisian.

“We can talk about myself later.” I smiled then turned towards that half-dead looking Purgatory Shadowcat beside Meisian. This poor cat was at least a whole Shadowcat skinnier than the rest of his fellow Purgatory Shadowcats. His once lustrous fur of black and red was now significantly duller while his face looked no better either. He almost seemed like a decrepit old cat about to breathe its last as he laid atop that platform. Even when he laid eyes on me, he barely had the energy to open his eyelids or even pay us any heed. That us included Meisian as well.

“Mama, is that Anmi?” As she sat on my shoulders as always, Mo Na pointed in the direction of that enfeebled cat. Then, in an unsure voice, she asked once more, “That’s Anmi, right?”

“That’s Anmi…probably… I think so…”

Honestly speaking, it hadn’t been long since we last met and he had undergone a really drastic change; even I didn’t dare say that he was the Anmi we knew. If it wasn’t for the fact that his soul seemed familiar, I really couldn’t say for certain that this three paws in the grave cat was that lively rogue, Anmi.

“Meisian, what happened to Anmi?”

Even though I already had some inkling as to why he was like this, I still felt it was more appropriate to ask it anyway.

“It’s nothing, just the aftereffects of being on the Elemental Segregation Platform.” Meisian waved her little paws at me, seemingly trying to explain to me the situation, yet also seemingly trying to placate Anmi. “In order to give birth to a pureblooded Shadowcat, Anmi has to spend some time living on the platform. After all, the dual elemental nature of the Purgatory Shadowcats will affect the purity of our bloodlines.”

“Oh, so that’s it. I remember now, Anmi did mention that in the past. And his current figure does suit…”

A Purgatory Shadowcat was significantly larger than a Shadowcat. If Anmi were to just do it with Meisian in such a state, the difference between their two cat bodies would mean that one of them was going to suffer…

“Well, it’s not like this can be helped. Our body sizes are just too different.” With a look of resignation, I just heard her say something that was borderline lewd. Having realised this herself, she quickly added, “You heard nothing just now. I never said that our sizes do not match. Nothing at all. Just your imagination. Got it, you lot!?”

‘Yes, yes. Our royal highness, Princess Meisian, is the most innocent cat ever. The number one winner of the Innocent Cat Awards. Their sizes are also a perfect fit, the best fitting cats in the world.’

“Mama, what does it mean when your sizes do not match? In what way do their sizes differ?” Mo Na innocently scratched her head and asked.

“Woof woof~~!” Not only was Mo Na intrigued by this question, Cinderel seemed just as interested as well. She scampered up to me from her mother’s side and patted my calves with her tiny paws, throwing me an inquisitive puppy look at the same time.

“Children shouldn’t stick their noses into the affairs of adults.” I harshly snapped back. These two scamps were clearly too young for such a topic.

Still, it was clearly out of our expectations that she would say something so provocative. Seeing us so stunned, she nonchalantly changed the topic. “Dear, your old friends are here, aren’t you going to say hi?”

Hearing his name called, Anmi weakly lifted his head then stared deadly in our direction before slumping back down onto the platform, as if even that bit of movement expanded all his energy.

“What’s up with Anmi? He can’t speak anymore?” The look of deathly despair in his eyes truly was a shock for me. I couldn’t help but ask out of concern, “Is he alright? He wasn’t like this in the past.”

“Oh, don’t mind him. Ever since you guys left, he’s been like this.”

At that, Anmi clearly rolled his eyes at her. Thankfully, Meisian wasn’t all too bothered by this, instead choosing to magnanimously forgive him for his uncooperativeness.

If you asked me, the reason why he was like this was probably entirely due to that Elemental Segregation Platform. Even though Anmi did like Meisian, he hated that platform even more. Back when he was still a little kitten, he had a close encounter with that platform that left him forever scarred. The problem was that, in order for them to have closer contact, Anmi had to get on that Elemental Segregation Platform. Due to Purgatory’s unique environment, Meisian had no way of leaving that platform so Anmi’s sacrifice was the only option.

That was the whole story behind why he was so against being together with Meisian… As for the person who forced him to get on that dreaded platform… that was me…

Naturally, Meisian understood the real reason why he was so lifeless as well. That was why she didn’t lose her temper. Such a thoughtful wife. Anmi, you should be grateful.

Having a girl like you could be said to be one of life’s biggest blessings. One had to know, in China, there existed a huge disparity between the number of girls and boys that you would only expect after the end of the world. Whether it was humans or cats, having a girl like you was definitely a good thing. Was it so hard to sacrifice for a girl you liked? Anmi, you shouldn’t squander the fortune you’ve been handed. How many would bleed just for this opportunity you have right now.

Wasn’t it just a matter of losing weight? How was that hard?

Truly, seeing him in such a spineless state made me want to lecture him for another day and night. It wasn’t like I had any difficulty standing after all.

But on to more serious matters. The real reason why Anmi had to stay on that platform was because he had to help the clan carry on their bloodlines. In order to prepare for this important duty, he had to undergo a little weight loss. That was also why he was so adamant about not marrying Meisian.

Had it not been for me helping Meisian take the throne, he probably won’t even be in such a sorry state. Still, it had to be said that the whole reason why I even supported Meisian was because of his flip flopping. If he hadn’t flip flopped so much between these three siblings, I wouldn’t have enacted such an unfortunate plan. At the end of the day, my relationship with Anmi was basically one where we took turns getting the other into trouble. It was just a matter of me getting the upper hand this time.

In other words, I was innocent.

“We can put aside Anmi for now. We’re actually here to ask for your help.” I immediately got down to business, explaining why we needed her help. “In truth, we met the clone of Lucifer…”

I briefly recounted our journey to Meisian, letting her know how deadly serious I was now. Ever since I had changed into a Fallen Angel, my life was no longer the same.

“So you’re now the Devil Overlord?” Meisian threw me a shocked look. “In name, at least.”

“That’s right. Even though I might not have the required power right now, at least in terms of legitimacy, I am the Devil Overlord.” I looked her right in the eyes before asking, “You have the power to walk in dreams. Don’t tell me you haven’t been monitoring our movements?”

“It’s not as simple you think. Dreamwalking is extremely complicated. When I walk in dreams, I am not part of the real world. Instead, I’m a part of a pseudo-reality -you can call it the Dreamsoul.” She stopped at that point, clearly not intending to explain any further about Dreamsoul. “Anyway, it’s hard for creatures who don’t have that ability to understand that world…”

Seeing as she had no desire to address this any further, it wasn’t appropriate for me to continue pressing her on this question. “The horn from a Nightmare Steed, the Elemental Core of an Eight-star Fire Elemental, the heart of an Eight-star Flame Devouring Fish, and finally the blood of a Shadowcat… those are the four ingredients I need.”

“How much blood?”

“A whole cat’s worth.”

“You absolutely have to have it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright, I understand.” Meisian breathed in deeply. Her black kitty face immediately turned serious. She gently lifted up her dainty paw and then…

“Guards, get them out of here!” Just as I thought that she was going to give me her blood, she stuck her claw right in the direction of my face and yelled.

‘Ah? She’s chasing us away? No way, weren’t we just having a pleasant conversation not too long ago? How did it end up with us being chased away?’

The moment that command was given, dozens of Purgatory Shadowcat soldiers came streaming in from the entrances to this hall, encircling us in mere moments.

As the encirclement was finished, Anmi, who had been pretty much dead up till now, suddenly perked up. All I saw was that he suddenly stood up from the platform, limbs still shaking furiously as he persevered. With eyes practically spewing fire, he said, “Hah. You got what you deserved at last.”

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

After our previous discussion, my horizons had expanded significantly. Unfortunately, after another round of mulling, I realised that her suggestion wasn’t workable either.

After all, if the Warhorses didn’t need a fixed habitat, then even if I surrounded their main base, they could just run away again! It wasn’t like my golems could stop all of them, and if I sent them after the escapees, there was no way they would ever catch up.

Just as I started brooding again, Mo Na came flying over with Cinderel in tow. Behind them, there were the two Hellhounds who I had tasked with tallying the aftermath, Sinmosa and Sasani.

“Other than some of the golems experiencing some chips in their outer exoskeletons, there were no casualties amongst the golems.” Sinmosa started reporting. “We killed a total of 47 Warhorses and captured 67 live ones. They are all injured, some more than others.” Finally, she got to the biggest question at hand. “So what should we do with the captives?”

“The captives, huh…”

‘Should I use them as hostages to force a Nightmare Steed Horn out of those Nightmare Steeds? 67 Warhorses isn’t a small number, after all. But that would be pretty despicable of me… Am I really going to be a person that I despise just to achieve my goals?’

‘But if I don’t do it, what happens to the human realm? Lucifer’s clone did say that he wanted to launch an invasion of the human realm, and my end goal is to gather enough strength to be able to protect myself. As for which side of the fence to be on, that’s a question for later.’

‘So am I really going to give up on this golden opportunity just for some so-called principles?’

‘Blast it…I just can’t do it… and thinking back on it, there should be a better way of communicating what I really want to those Warhorses, one that better served my interests. At the end of the day, my goal is not only to get that horn, but also to get their whole clan to serve me. With an upcoming apocalyptic battle to prepare for, every bit of help counts. As long as there’s a chance, I shouldn’t give up on the opportunity for an amicable solution.’

‘I should just let these horses go; they can be proof of my goodwill, even though relations are already tense right now. Well, as long as I show enough sincerity and strength to back it up, I should have a good chance of recruiting these horses.’

‘So now the question is how am I going to force them into a corner? They are rather adept at running. Hmmm… Bah. I’ll just let the horses go first, subjugating their clan can come later.’

“About those captives… let them go.”

“Let them go?” Sinmosa was stunned. “Are you sure?”

While she might have thought that things had already gone past the stage of no return between us and the Warhorses, I begged to differ. Even if there were some unfortunate casualties in our clashes, those were all because they first attacked Jeerah. Strictly speaking, I was merely defending myself.

As for the fact that Jeerah and I had barely just met… the details really didn’t matter!

“I’m sure of it.” I affirmed my prior statement, using my stern voice to show her that I was dead serious about this course of action. “My goal is to subjugate them. An all-out war would be the worst case scenario right now. Definitely not something we should resort to unless there was no other choice. Definitely.”

“But those Warhorses are just too fast. Those golems of yours can’t even catch up to them…” Sinmosa shook all three of her canine heads and pointed out the key problem in my plans. “Even if you can summon that giant golem to defeat those three Nightmare Steeds, they’re still too fast for your golems to catch up. They could always just run.”

And there it was…

“That’s why we need some way to restrain them.” I tapped my forehead in an annoyed fashion. “I’ll admit, there’s a ton of problems with our current plans. Other than those golems, I really have nothing else to offer…”

“Mama, how about those kitties?” It was at that moment that Mo Na came flying onto my shoulders and plopped herself squarely down on my shoulders. “Those black kitties are pretty good at fighting, and they’re quick too. They shouldn’t be that much slower than those big horsies.”

Meisian should have complete authority over the Purgatory Shadowcats, now that she was their cat king. And I did help her a lot in her struggle for the crown. Her dear hubby, Anmi, was also sent to her only because of my trickery. No matter how one looked at it, she owed me a big favor.

She should help if I asked.

Still, that would mean that this was now a conflict between their races. Should I fail to subjugate the Warhorses and let them escape, the Warhorses might end up taking revenge against them in the future.

Frankly speaking, the battle strength of those Purgatory Shadowcats… it wasn’t that I was being picky or anything, but were those erratic cats who probably couldn’t even hold a proper thought for long even capable of fighting? What with their nonsensical civil wars…what the heck was the point of even having a fish eating contest? Those horses definitely wouldn’t be interested in such childish games.

“Baby, are you sure those cats are even dependable?”

Really, it wasn’t my fault for doubting them; who told them to all be a bunch of loonies?

“Mama, there’s still those big doggies if you don’t want to ask the kitties.” As she said that, she wrapped her left hand around my head while pointing towards Sinmosa. “We can just get both the big doggies and small kitties to help us beat up the horsies.”

“…”

“I’m sure Cinderel is willing to help, right?”

“Woof!” Cinderel happily barked in agreement, though I wasn’t too sure if she even knew what Mo Na was talking about…

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

I didn’t want to give up this chance to obtain a horn, but the moment I fired my tenth volley of Mana Feathers, the Devil King Idol issued a warning that its mana was about to run out.

‘Darn it! Just a little more too!’

The Devil King Idol was powered completely by mana; without any mana, it would simply be a really sturdy statue, that much I knew well enough.

After weighing the odds, I decided to give up on the chase, allowing those three beautiful horns to gallop away right before my very eyes.

Still, the battle was over. Upon confirming that, I controlled the Devil King Idol to send all three of us out of its dimensional space.

The moment we touched down on solid ground, Mo Na came leaping up into my arms. “Mama was so awesome, Mama sent those bad horsies flying away! Mo Na’s mama is the greatest!”

I gently ruffled her hair and hugged her for a good while. Finally, I said, “Be a good girl, go call your Aunt Sinmosa. Tell her to clean up the battlefield for Daddy, he still has other matters to attend to.”

Ever the understanding daughter, she climbed down from my body, smiled then kissed me goodbye. Before leaving however, she left behind this warning, which I had to admit, was quite awkward for me.

“That big-breasted tramp over there, I had better not see you trying to seduce my mama, got it?!” She snapped at a still confused Jeerah.

“Are you talking about me?” Jeerah immediately reverted to her queen-like character upon recovering from that confusion. She arrogantly lifted her head, stuck out her well-endowed rack, and threw out condescending look one would reserve for little kids. “Children should stay out of adult matters.”

“Mo Na isn’t small anymore, Mo Na is about to have children with mama!”

“Hahaha! What a joke. If you really think that’s possible, do it then!”

‘Hey, there’s no need for such provocative words here…’ With regards to these two She-devils, I was basically at my wit’s end. “Alright, alright. How about you two both step back for a moment. Baby go get Sinmosa for me, have her tally our losses, captives and the Warhorses’ casualties. Also, check up on those low level Devils.”

Thanks to my placating, my precious baby finally calmed down a little and gave up on arguing with Jeerah. However, she couldn’t help but leave behind this last bit of admonition, “Mama, you’d better not be seduced by that bad lady!”

‘…what am I to do with this little girl of mine.’

“What do little girls know? Go on, go finish your task.”

“Hmph. Mama’s children can only be with Mo Na. Bad lady, you’d better just give up on mama! And Mama, you’d better control yourself!”

Having said that, she sped off without ever giving me the chance to rebut.

‘That girl, I swear…’ Either way, it seemed like I was now dead set on the path of being a bad father.

“Your daughter sure seems lively.” Jeerah was the first to break me out of my dejected silence with a bit of idle chatter about my daughter. However, her face soon turned serious as the topic changed to the Nightmare Steeds.

“I can’t deny that you’re strong, and that you have the right to be my master. I’m willing to serve as your subordinate, but I won’t sign a soul pact, even if you really are the reincarnation of a Devil King…”

“If you won’t sign the pact, I can’t trust you completely.”

Without the restrictions of a soul pact, trusting a capricious creature like a Devil was almost impossible for me. Not too long ago, I had placed my faith in One-eye and Nine-finger. Even when No.3 warned me that he was building his own faction, I never suspected that they would ever betray me. But sometimes, life was just that like that: never proceeding in the way you would expect.

“I’ll swear loyalty to you, but I won’t give up a part of my soul.”

Jeerah bowed her head and offered that last bit of concession. If I were to accept her offer now, I would gain her loyalty at the very least. While I might not be able to test this so-called loyalty for the time being, I knew that she wouldn’t betray me while I was still in Sable Radiance. The reason was simple: by possessing this Devil King Idol, I was basically at the apex of the food chain in this region. If she was smart, and if she wanted to live a good life, swearing loyalty to me was her only option.

“Fine then, once we get back, I’ll have you manage our affairs in the palace. While there might not be much to do now, as more and more Devils teleport over, I believe it would get busy soon.”

“I still don’t know where this palace of yours is but, your subject is grateful for this opportunity, Master.” Having said that, she went down on one knee as a sign of fealty. She lifted her head slightly, then smiled at me before licking her lips seductively. “And if Master so wishes, Jeerah is willing to offer up everything…”

“Except your soul.”

“That’s right. Except my soul.”

‘Bah. Since she’s so stubborn and I have no intention or means of actually taking her soul forcefully… Anyway, since she’s already sworn her loyalty, she probably won’t betray me as long as I keep an eye on her, probably… I swear, I just can’t seem to settle down about such matters after that betrayal by One-eye and Nine-finger. Still, she did say everything other than her soul…everything…meaning that as well…’

Putting aside the matter of Jeerah for the time being, I still hadn’t forgotten that my main objective now was to gather the materials for that Exchange Array, not recruit more Devils. The list was long and complicated, but as long as I wanted to repair that array, I had to do it. Now, the greatest problem would be how to get a Nightmare Steed’s horn…

Those horses were simply too fast, and all I had to rely on were my golems, but they were too slow for them. In their eyes, my golems were probably no better than turtles.

Giving up on the horn was impossible as long as I wanted to repair the array. But the only strategy I could think of right now was to follow their tracks back to their nest and siege it. This wasn’t a very workable strategy at all. Unlike the human world, there were no seasons here. No rain, no disasters, no change in climate whatsoever. Creatures living in the human world needed a home in order to feel safe and secure because those uncertainties existed. Here in Purgatory, volcanoes basically dotted the lands; their fiery chasms kept the environment at a stable temperature and full of lava. Even if the Warhorses lost their current habitat, they could simply move to another location since everywhere was basically the same.

“Master, what are you mulling on about?”

Seeing that I was frustrated by something, Jeerah leaned in closer. Her pungent scent immediately assaulted my senses with a comforting sensation. In a way, this was her special ability: she would spread her scent around and attract any unwitting lifeform to her side. Naturally, this scent wasn’t strong enough to seduce me yet, it merely comforted me. To be honest, I was more worried that my own scent would end up enthralling her instead. That would truly be awkward.

“I need a horn from a Nightmare Steed but, as you can see, I only have these golems that can accomplish this task. They aren’t a match for their speed at all. You have any suggestions?” There was no need to hide this information from her, so I took the chance to test her instead.

“If Master really wants that horn, we need to seal their agility, else their speed is simply too much for us to handle.” She paused in thought for a while. “The Warhorses are still manageable, but those Nightmare Steeds… they can fly…that’s something we can’t deal with right now unless…”

She stopped at that point; she was probably worried that her following suggestion might end up upsetting.

It had to be said that this problem of mobility had been a recurring problem since the very start. I needed someone that was strong enough and could fly at the same time. So where was I to fly someone like that? Clearly, not possible. It wasn’t like I was some overpowered novel character; I didn’t have some blessing on me that basically turned my every thought into reality.

Sigh…

“We can basically give up on finding someone that can fly and match them at the same time. But considering how much importance they place on their clan… I feel that if we were to capture a large number of their Warhorses, I doubt those Nightmare Steeds will find it so easy to take off and leave their clanhorses behind.”

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

‘Speaking of which, I do remember seeing a lot of anime characters who have wings use their feathers as weapons. And since this Devil King Idol has feathers, what if… The feathers are all made from Abyssium, even if they all look shockingly realistic. Can they be detached… how about a quick experiment?’

Even though my brain was telling me that this was impossible, that burning in my heart said otherwise. Do it, it said, but my brain clearly thought otherwise. Still, it wasn’t like I had anything left to lose at least. And Ferti’nier did say to act on instincts. So what was the harm in indulging that middle schooler in me once in a while?

Having made up my mind, I willed the Devil King Idol to flap its wings. At the same time, I gave out the command to fire its feathers. Then, it happened. The feathers actually shot out. Rather, it wasn’t just feathers that shot out, these were feathers made of mana!

Feathers of at least a meter in length blanketed the sky like a hail of arrows as they whizzed straight for those three Nightmare Steeds. From the very beginning till now, they had never seen a golem in my army use anything other than a melee attack. Naturally, they came to the conclusion that this Devil King Idol had no long ranged attacks as well. Because of that, they were a lot more lax than they would normally be, seeing as all they really had to do was dodge some punches and wing flaps.

Never in their wildest horse dreams did they expect the Devil King Idol to suddenly fire a hail of mana feathers!

Shade and Warsight were still in good condition, so they managed to react right away to the mana feathers. With a clop of their fiery hooves, they sped off into the distance, completely dodging the hail of feathers.

In contrast, Shadowfall was definitely not so lucky. Because he had expanded too much energy on Mo Na, and then he got smacked by the Devil King Idol once, his condition wasn’t good, to say the least. Despite his best efforts, he still ended up being hit on his upper left leg.

These feathers were made entirely out of mana, funded mostly by the Devil King Idol itself. While this skill did draw some mana from me, it was miniscule, at least for my current level.

The power of the feathers, however, were definitely at the level of an Eight-star. Even though it was only a single feather that struck Shadowfall, that feather immediately exploded upon impact. Once the dust settled, Shadowfall’s silhouette was slowly revealed, collapsed on the floor and noticeably a leg short…

These feathers had the power to kill in one hit. Had that been his head which was hit, Shadowfall most definitely would have died by now -truly monstrous.

The mana that fuelled this skill was drawn automatically from the Gem of Authority. The gem itself was basically a portable storage device and a charger at the same time. As long as this mana reserve held up, I needn’t worry about the Devil King Idol’s operations. All I had to do now was keep firing off feathers at those pesky horses.

“Shadowfall!”

The other two Nightmare Steeds immediately rushed to his aid. Naturally, I wasn’t going to let this golden opportunity pass by at all. I promptly fired a second volley of mana feathers at the three Nightmare Steeds.

The feathers were fast. In just the blink of an eye, they came pressing down on the Nightmare Steeds. But their agility impressed me once more. Before the feathers could hit them, Shade and Warsight managed to pick up their three-legged comrade and speed off into the distance. Through sheer determination and cooperation, they managed to pull Shadowfall out from the jaws of death itself.

With no targets to hit, the mana feathers all exploded on the ground, turning it swiftly into swiss chess.

‘A dud, huh. Shame.’

Shadowfall on her back, Warsight hurriedly galloped away from the scene while Shade stayed behind to cover them.

‘Hah, do you think I’m stupid?! I know exactly who is the best target right now.’

I immediately gave the order to ignore the Nightmare Steed before me, chasing after Warsight who was undoubtedly slowed down by the injured Shadowfall.

Shade initially tried to attract my attention by galloping around the idol, yet I wasn’t about to fall for his plan. I continued running after the pair, waving my hands in the process to keep Shade at bay. Whether or not these managed to hit didn’t matter to me at all. My eyes were fixed on that pair of Nightmare Steeds, Shadowfall and Warsight.

Shade tried to launch an attack at me to halt my progress, but my defenses were just too strong. No matter how many times he attacked, my outer exoskeleton showed no signs of breaking; all he managed to do was slightly slow me down. Could he stop me from chasing them? Clearly not. After all, the difference in power between us was just too big -whether we were speaking in terms of mass or defenses…

As my Devil King Idol continued lumbering forward, I discovered another basic skill built into the idol: Instant Acceleration.

While running in a straight line, the Devil King Idol was capable of frightening speeds. However, it still suffered from the same problem as my other golems, and that was its clear inability to perform a turn well…

In other words, this newfound skill, Instant Acceleration, could only be used in a straight line dash -completely useless against more agile opponents.

If this was a battlefield, I could at least use this skill to perform a devastating charge against the enemy army. At that point, hitting someone wouldn’t be a problem at all. Now however, it was a more complicated situation. Warsight was definitely slowed down by Shadowfall, but whenever I tried to attack them, they would simply make a hard turn, causing my attack to fall flat once more.

In light of that, further pursuit was pointless. After all, there was nothing this lumbering idol could do if they were dead set on running away. But I still need that blasted horn! Even if I can’t capture all three of them, I should at least try to get a horn fragment, or something!

Unfortunately, even if force wasn’t an option, neither was negotiation. In order for that to work, I would first have to cease hostilities. Yet there was no way they would stop running away. In fact, they would probably speed up even more, leaving me no better than if I didn’t stop at all.

In order to at least procure a horn, I tried firing off more mana feathers ahead of them. However, that was in vain as well. No matter what, there would always be gaps between each feather for them to weave into. The Nightmare Steeds knew that as well, and that was precisely what they did!

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

“Blast it all… strike together!”

Although Warsight had just been swatted away by my wing, her injuries weren’t too severe. Her ungraceful crash landing had definitely caused an impressive boom, but a wound of this degree merely required seconds for her to recover. With the flames of fury pushing her forward, Warsight rose to the skies once more. Her eyes held nothing of her comrades as she roared into the heavens before rushing right at the Devil King Idol -it was either her enemy died or she died.

Shade and Shadowfall eyed each other uneasily. They could already see the desire to retreat in each other’s eyes. More than a certain hotheaded Nightmare Steed, they could tell that it was highly unlikely that they would ever harm this golem.

“Should we leave?”

Having just witnessed the golem’s change not too long ago, Shade was in no state of mind to care about some frivolous bet he had with Warsight. With the strangeness it was exhibiting, clashing with it now wasn’t a wise move at all.

“Warsight is already fighting it, should we…” In the face of Shade’s sensible suggestion, it had to be said that Shadowfall truly considered accepting it for a second there. The situation right now wasn’t looking good for them at all. They had no way of harming the Devil King Idol, which meant that there was only retreat left as an option. The problem was that he simply couldn’t bear to leave Warsight behind…

As Warsight’s galloping silhouette rapidly disappeared into the distance, he sighed. “Let’s at least bring her back.”

“Okay.” Shade immediately agreed with that plan before rushing off towards the battlefield. “I’ll hold that golem back, you go in and grab her in the meantime.”

“Mhm.” Shadowfall nodded and rushed off as well.

‘Hahaha, bring it on! Now that our roles are reversed, let me show what cruel really means!’

Under my control, the Devil King Idol was nimbler than before, though not noticeably so. After all, its physical construct already sealed its fate as a lumbering giant. Its turning speed was still horrendous -that was a matter of physics, not an issue of piloting.

All I could do was to trick them, just as I did before, in order to get a decent hit in. However, now that they had a taste of my wing flap, they were a lot more alert to such antics. Even the furious Warsight wasn’t so mad that she would charge in mindlessly. Instead, she took a meticulous approach, circling around my golem while cautiously pressing forward.

The three Nightmare Steeds continued their coordinated attacks. Yet at the same time, they communicated between each other just as much. Basically, it boiled down to the two of them, Shadowfall and Shade, trying to persuade Warsight to retreat while she angrily insisted on getting revenge on that golem. Eventually, the two of them decided to help hold the golem down, most likely because they were afraid that any further provocation after that failed bet would make things worse. By galloping about the golem’s body and taking pot shots every now and then, they hoped to suppress the golem’s movements and create an opening for Warsight.

I did my best to strike them, but it was all for naught. The golem was just too slow. After their previous lessons, they knew to keep their guard up even if my golem seemed slow. However, my defenses were also too tough for them to break. Try as they might, their attacks left no mark on my golem at all. With how tough my Eight-star golem was, an Overlord’s strength would be needed to break its outer exoskeleton.

As for how strong an Overlord’s attack was, it had to be said that an Overlord wasn’t just defined by its strength. Every Overlord had a mysterious power known as Territory. This was a power founded on the basis of laws, laws of the universe, to be exact. Human experts at this tier were known as Sword Saints or Hierophants. In order to reach this revered tier, one had to first comprehend what a Territory was. Yet to someone who didn’t have a Territory, such powers were arcane, to say the least. After all, the laws of the universe weren’t something just anybody could learn.

My golem’s defense was at the level of such a master. That was why these Nightmare Steeds stood no chance in hell of ever breaking my golem’s outer exoskeleton.

This stalemate continued on. Perhaps it was because of the awkwardness caused by losing the bet to Shade, Warsight had no intention of talking to that horse right now, neither did she have any intention of letting my golem go either. No matter how much Shadowfall tried to persuade her, she vehemently rejected his pleas and continued attacking in vain.

At the same time, I was frustrated by my lack of progress against them. And not unexpectedly at all, this frustration ended up attracting the attention of a certain Devil.

Just as I was struggling in the midst of trying to figure a way to hit these horses, Ferti’nier came knocking on the door of my mind. “There’s no need to be sad, little brother. Didn’t your sister already explain to you that this golem can use skills?”

‘Skills… that’s right, this Devil King Idol can use skills. How could I forget something so important? In that case, time for my Shadow Guardian!’

Shadow Guardian!

Yet just as I was getting all excited about summoning forth a giant Shadow Guardian, nothing happened. Instead, all I got for my efforts was a swift kick from Shadowfall. Although his kick really didn’t do much against my golem, it still threw me off balance slightly.

In other words, whatever damage the golem took was still reflected back to me. Should that damage cross a certain threshold, I would feel its pain as well.

‘What the heck! Where’s my Shadow Guardian?!’

I flailed about wildly in a bid to chase away those pesky Nightmare Steeds. At the same time, I continued peppering Ferti’nier with questions.

Faced with a barrage of questions, Ferti’nier merely sneered. “It’s not like your sister ever said that all skills are usable. The Devil King Idol has some restrictions as well.

‘Restrictions?’

“Even though a pilot casts his skills through the Devil King Idol, there are still restrictions. There are special inherited skills privy only to the race of that Devil King Idol. Only by becoming a Devil King with his own kingdom will the god of Devils bestow this inheritance onto him. This inheritance is then passed on to the Devil King’s successors. Unfortunately for you, little brother, you aren’t the true successor of a Devil King, neither does this Devil King Idol belong to you.”

‘So what you’re saying is that I can’t activate any skills?’

“Well, not to that extent.” She knew I wasn’t in the best of moods right now so she didn’t beat around the bush either. “Actually, barring the special skills passed down from a Devil King, a Devil King Idol also comes with a set of basic skills you can employ. If you use them well, they might even serve you better than those special skills. It’s just that you will be lacking in variety during battle.”

‘Then hurry up and tell me about those skills already! Is it so fun to watch me get beat up?’

“”Yes, actually. It is rather fun to watch our little brother get beat up.” Having said that, she made sure to tack on this before I lost my temper, “Your sister’s old Devil King Idol was bestowed on her by the god of Lust Demons, the revered Asmodeus. So with regards to this Fallen Angel idol…”

‘So you don’t know as well then?’

“Ohohoh~~~will you look at time. Your sister just remembered that she still has to shower. Good luck, little brother, your sister is rooting for you!”

‘Hey! You’re trying to run away, aren’t you?! You’re definitely trying to run away!’

“Not at all, your sister is just trying to take a bath. But since little brother over here is in such a pitiful state, how about a little hint?”

“Even though our idols are different, and the resulting basic skills would be different as well, but all idols share the same activation method -instincts.”

Having left behind those words, she ran away…

‘Darn you, you don’t even have a body, why do you need to take a bath!? In the first place, us high level Devils all have a self-cleaning system… but don’t think for a second that I don’t want to take a bath either. There’s just no water at all!’

‘Anyway, back to the question at hand. Skills, skills, exactly how am I going to activate these skills of mine… and what the heck did she mean by instincts?’

I gave those three Nightmare Steeds another unhappy swat, but they refused to leave me alone, like flies drawn to candy. Every so often, they would charge in and give my golem a hefty kick before flying off. Even though they still weren’t able to damage my golem, it was still frustrating; I really wanted to end this annoying charade right now.

Unfortunately for me, this feeling of frustration ended up interfering with my golem. Not only did the Nightmare Steeds not suffer as a result of my anger, I ended up getting hit even more.

‘Can’t you three morons see that your attacks aren’t doing anything?! How many kicks has it been already?! If you can’t damage me, how about you three just scram!’

If curses ever had any effect, Shade and his companions would have most likely died a thousand times over already. Too bad for me, the situation never improved, and the beating merely got more frequent…

Even so, there was really nothing I could do, and that vexed me. I had no means of hitting them… unless I had some kind of long ranged ability.

Speaking of which, wasn’t there a certain game back on Earth where a certain humanoid robot attacked by firing out feather-like projectiles from its wings…

Putting aside whether or not feathers could actually accomplish something so unrealistic, that game did in fact feature such an attack.

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

‘Hmm. A powerful tool like the Fallen Angel Golem… I wonder what’s even its actual level?”

“Hard to say. Based on its current performance, I would say it’s at the Demigod tier. But a real Demigod tier item should possess intelligence, like that Grimoire of the Dead hiding out in your little daughter’s body. Perhaps that’s because of the Gem of Authority? And as the owner of the gem, you’re… the tool’s spirit.”

‘So what you’re saying is that this Devil King Idol is only complete when we’re combined together?’

“That’s right.” She said in a solemn tone never before heard from her. “But you had better be careful when using that idol, don’t end up stuck in a pit of your own making.”

Curious, I decided to ask her about this proverbial pit, but she didn’t reply at all. ‘Now that’s a rarity, she actually left without making fun of me for once. Well, since she’s gone, I guess it’s my turn now.’

Following Ferti’nier’s instructions, I clasped the Gem of Authority with my right hand and began communicating with it using my soul. Perhaps because I had already been recognised as its master beforehand, it quickly handed over control to me.

“Gem of Authority… synchronization… start.”

I quietly mumbled the words Ferti’nier taught me. The instant I did so, I felt my consciousness linking up with something, and by the time I realised I wasn’t just imagining it, I found that I was now a twenty meter tall giant… Rather, I should say that my consciousness had finished synchronising with the Devil King Idol.

I tried moving my arm a little; the golem’s arm immediately reacted as if it was an extension of myself. My next move was to reach out for the bait that was standing before me: Warsight. However, I ended up being too slow again.

It was at that moment that I felt a rush of wind from behind me. Even without looking, I could tell what was going on: it was either Shadowfall or Shade trying to pull off another sneak attack.

Calmly, I turned around and flapped one of my Abyssium wings just as that unknown assailant struck…

“Ah…”

All I heard was a groan before I felt something get slapped away by my wing.

“Shadowfall, that moron, doesn’t he even know how to ambush a person at the right time. Idiot.”

Not at all concerned about Shadowfall being sent flying off into the distance, she continued cursing the poor horse under her breath while she circled me. Her speed was quick, as expected. Once more, I stretched out to swipe at her but failed miserably.

“That golem seems to be acting differently.”

Shade was the first to speak up about the change. Unfortunately for them, this observation was immediately shot down by a blaring taunt from Warsight. “What a joke, are you trying to tell me that a magical construct is capable of thought now?”

“I’m not too sure myself, but I guess that’s what I’m saying… it’s up to you whether or not to believe me.” Clearly incensed by her challenging tone, he couldn’t be bothered to argue with her any further, completely treating her like air.

“If you’re so sure, how about a bet then?” Perhaps because she saw a chance to humiliate him, Warsight pressed him even further.

“What’s the wager then?” While he wasn’t all that interested in the bet, it was her attitude that truly irked him into action.

“How about we bet whether or not I’m able to strike him? Well?” She asked in her signature taunting tone before giving Shade a look of utmost horsie contempt. “If I manage to land a hit on it, you lose. But if the golem hits me instead, then I lose. So are you in or not?”

“And if both of you hit each other?”

“Then it will be my loss as well.” Warsight harrumphed. “Enough stalling. Do you dare to take up this bet or not?”

“Fine, I’m in. I’ll even help you distract that golem, you just have to find an opportunity to strike. But if you lose, you’d better stop getting in my way.”

“Alright, sounds good.” Warsight grinned a toothy smile. She was relaxed, as if the bet was already a done deal. “If you win, I’ll naturally stay out of your way. But if you lose, you’re banned from ever touching my stuff! If there’s something I want, I don’t even want to see you looking at it!”

“Fine.” He accepted the bet without any other argument. And before Warsight could even reply, he raced off to be the bait for this bet.

“What’s up with you two? This isn’t the time for gambling at all.” Just as the deal was struck, Shadowfall just so happened to land near them, having just been swatted here by the golem’s wing. Still a little groggy, he regained his balance slowly, mouth still dripping blood at the corners. Clearly, that wing swat had left him with internal injuries.

“Hey. You’re the careless one here. Not us. I never forced you to do anything.” Having left those strange words behind, Warsight raced off after Shade. Like a practised fighter, she carefully maintained a fixed striking distance from the golem. Her aim was its back, thus she always maintained a straight line to it .

In the meantime, Shade dutifully acted as the bait, not at all slackening because a bet was involved. In all likelihood, this honesty was something Warsight had expected, given that they were both from the same race; it only stood to reason that she would be familiar with Shade’s personality.

However, that also implied that Shade’s warning was most likely real as well…

Still, the thought of winning this bet was simply too attractive for Warsight. Regardless of what strangeness was happening now, she had to win this bet. Thus, their battle began in earnest. Warsight kept her eyes trained on the Devil King Idol’s every movement in hopes of finding some kind of opening for a charge, one that would also allow her to retreat unscathed.

Having been in control of the golem in question, I naturally heard everything they said, and chuckled to myself. So who should I help?

In the end, I decided to help neither. If Warsight really managed to get a strike in, I’ll just hit back. As for whether or not my counter attack would work, well, that would be up to the heavens.

Warsight had managed to maintain an uncharacteristic level of caution -the bet was probably having an effect on her actions. But my Devil King Idol was no longer the same sitting duck as before. As I piloted the golem, I continued pretending to be a brainless construct, chasing after the bait before me without any hesitation. While pursuing him brainlessly, my next step was to purposely reveal an opening for Warsight.

Such a state continued on for a few minutes. Finally, Warsight’s patience ran out. Taking advantage of the time when I was attacking Shade, she charged right at the very same spot on my back.

The fact that she was still striking at that same spot meant that she probably didn’t know the weak points of my golem. She clearly still had delusions that she would somehow be able to break my golem’s outer shell just by charging at the same spot.

Naturally, I had no intention of telling her how futile this was. Right now, I was like a cat slowly toying with its prey. Should the time come when they realise I was just toying with them, that meant their time was up as well.

I continued pretending to be fully distracted by Shade, allowing my back to be completely exposed in the process.

As I had expected, she fell for the bait. Her overconfidence led her to believe that she could simply gallop in and clinch a victory just as before. Unfortunately for her, I had no intention of letting her win.

Warsight mustered up the greatest speed she ever achieved and rushed for the golem’s back, viciously kicking it in the process. But I was prepared for her this time. I braced my golem for impact before whipping around to swat her with my wing. However, Warsight wasn’t just all muscle and no brains. She had just seen Shadowfall fall to this exact same trick so she knew not to gloat just because she managed a strike in. In fact, she was even more tense than before she struck. After all, her bet was not just about striking my golem, but also about getting out unscathed. Should she fail in that latter half, she would end up losing.

That was why she was so cautious, and it was this bit of caution that allowed her to react in time and dodge my wings. Yet, that wasn’t the end either. Now that my wing was evaded, I whipped around with my arms to hit her: this was my follow up plan.

Naturally, my arm wasn’t as wide as my wing. With only a slight change in elevation, she managed to avoid both my arms.

Now that both my attacks had failed, she finally let forth a sigh of relief. Based on her previous observations, she came to the conclusion that my golem only attacked with its arms, and perhaps its wing. This led her to believe that there were only two modes of attacks available to me. But…were things ever so simple?

A Devil King Idol had two arms, but didn’t it also have two wings?

The fact that I had whipped around to swing at her also meant that it was about time that my other wing came swinging at her as well. Thus, she managed to avoid my first three attacks but failed to evade the last.

A bang and a groan later, Warsight was sent flying away like a ping pong ball, right into my golem army…

“Warsight!” Seeing their comrade struck so heavily, whether it was Shadowfall or Shade, they were both aghast. Even though Shade’s instincts told him that something was up, he wasn’t sure exactly what.

Well, now they had their answer: the golem had grown smarter.

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

Mo Na pointed at Jeerah. “Definitely more beautiful than some tramp, right!?”

“That’s right, my baby is the most beautiful of them all!” Really, was there anything else I could do but to agree and nod my head…

“You guys…”

Just as Jeerah was about to defend herself, the Nightmare Steed, Shadowfall, launched a third charge against us. Once more, we ended up in a tangled up mess… that was rather fragrant…

‘Blast it! That’s the third time already… is he about done? Before my pee pee grows back, I definitely don’t need more encounters of the close kind.’

Fuming, I stopped hugging Mo Na and broke free from Jeerah’s embrace. Having straightened myself, I pointed at Shadowfall and yelled, “Attack!”

At the same time that the Fallen Angel Golem stood up, it counter attacked. Unfortunately, the Nightmare Steed was too agile for its attacks. He easily avoided the golem’s swat, and as a taunt of sorts, even gave the golem’s swatting hand a light tap of his hoof.

“Attack! Get him!”

The golem continued flailing about like a headless chicken. However, all its attacks failed to even land a scratch on the nimble Nightmare Steed. Lest one forgot, this same Nightmare Steed had just breathed out a whole field of black flames; even in such a weakened state, my golem still wasn’t able to hit him. It was clear as day how slow the attacks must have been to the Nightmare Steed.

Shadowfall dodged another swat of the golem’s palms, then made a quick turn towards its back and launched a charging attack. His charges up till now had all been at the exact same spot. However, this golem’s defenses were a lot better than my Winged Abyssal Golems’; no matter how many charges he threw, it wouldn’t matter one bit.

On the other hand, this Fallen Angel golem of mine was too slow to even hit that blasted Nightmare Steed. Under such circumstances, both sides were forced to a stalemate that lasted a couple minutes before the other two Nightmare Steeds arrived as well.

Their arrival could only mean one thing: the other Warhorses had successfully retreated. Although their casualty numbers ended up in the hundreds, the fact was that the majority of them had managed to escape from this battle. With their lightning fast speeds, my golems would never be able to catch up to them. That was bearing in mind their decent sprinting speed too. Even if my golems could match them in a straight line dash, the horses could easily make a quick turn and throw off their pursuit.

Naturally, I had no intention of letting them chase after the Warhorses. Instead, I had them protect Sinmosa and her family, and those Devils that Jeerah had brought along… might as well, I guess.

“Strike together!” Warsight neighed loudly before speeding off in a fiery cloud. Because she hadn’t expended her black flames yet, her speed was a lot quicker than Shadowfall’s. In barely a second, she galloped around to the back of my golem and aimed a charging attack at the same spot Shadowfall was attacking.

“Ah…” Mo Na and Jeerah gasped in unison before tumbling into a perfect embrace with each other.

This dimensional space was a strange one. It had the effect of restricting flight, which meant that the two of them had no choice but to be thrown about. More annoyingly, this space had no walls either, so we had nothing to support ourselves with.

“Why won’t you… just stay still!”

I commanded my golem to strike at Warsight but it failed miserably in the end. Furthermore, at the same time that my golem swung at Warsight, Shade, who hadn’t joined in till now, took the opportunity to launch an attack at that very same spot again.

The spot they had all agreed upon was the area where the wings of my golem met -an easily recognisable spot. It was also the most difficult spot to defend. Even a person with a normal level of agility had problems defending his back, let alone my lumbering golem.

‘This isn’t going to work at all. I need to find a way to counter attack. This golem seems a lot tougher than my other golems, but if I were to let them continue attacking like that, I can’t guarantee what will happen…’

Yet just as I was about to go on a mulling spree, Ferti’nier popped up, same as always, to remind me of her existence. “Oh little brother, there’s no need to worry that some horsies would ever break this golem of yours.”

‘No need to worry? Aren’t all the golems made of the same material?’

“Sigh… should I call you an idiot, or a moron?”

“Did you really think that a material worthy of being crafted into an idol of worship could ever be produced by some lowly Black Blood Ant? Especially not the way they do so…”

I could tell she was rather disgusted by the thought. Still, her meaning was clear: the material used to craft this golem was exceptional!

She then followed up with an explanation about what my golem was. According to her, this Fallen Angel Golem of mine was a Devil King Idol, a special tool that every Devil King who owned a territory would create.

So how was it special? First off, one of the main materials used in their construction was a mineral known as Hellvite. This particular mineral was an extremely rare mineral that was usually used to craft Epic-grade weapons. Just by inserting a piece the size of a pinky finger, one could enhance a freshly forged weapon up to the grade of Epic. Putting it another way, a weapon enhanced with Hellvite would evolve in grade.

Epic-grade weapons tended to have a consciousness of their own. In theory, such a wondrous weapon shouldn’t be craftable by mortal craftsmen. Yet it wasn’t so. If an Epic-grade weapon was simply a weapon that had a consciousness, wasn’t it just a matter of adding in a consciousness then? A material capable of such a feat wasn’t as rare as some would assume. This Hellvite was one of the many such examples.

In my case, the Hellvite was the Gem of Authority hanging on my neck. As for the material used to craft this Devil King Idol, it was one of the secondary minerals that grew with Hellvite, the nigh impregnable Abyssium.

An idol crafted of such a material would be beyond sturdy. Naturally, not something crafted out of ant excrement could ever compare to. Especially not when those ants couldn’t even bite through Abyssium… one could only imagine how strong it must have been.

Given how valuable such a material was, it would make sense for an idol crafted out of it to have some sort of special power. The Devil King Idol was a drivable war vehicle, and its key was the Gem of Authority.

All Abyssal Golems were crafted as replicas of the Devil King Idol. If the idol could be compared to a king, then these replicas were all its soldiers.

As the king of golems, the Devil King Idol not only possessed the strength of an Eight-stars by itself, it functioned as an extension of its owner, meaning it was drivable like a robot or a tank.

Once a person bearing the Gem of Authority enters the dimensional pocket of a Devil King Idol, his psyche would be synced with the idol. Upon receiving approval from the idol, that person would then be the official owner of the Devil King Idol.

The idol’s special ability was to enhance its owner’s ability.

For example, being a Four-star Fallen Angel now, if I were to gain the approval of the Devil King Idol, I would instantly power up to the level of an Eight-stars when I piloted the idol. Whatever techniques I had would be enacted through the idol, and their powers would be raised to Eight-star as well.

Should an Eight-star person sync with the Devil King Idol, this person would gain the powers of a Nine-star, an Overlord’s power. Should that person already be an Overlord, he would temporarily gain the powers of the Demigod tier.

Simply put, the Devil King Idol was a power enhancement vessel, a vessel that had no drawbacks at all.

Every Devil King that possessed its own territory had a Devil King Idol. Even though piloting this idol would have no noticeable effect for such a powerful being -in fact, it might even slow down the pilot- it was still a necessity for Devil Kings, especially if said Devil King intended to have any offspring that it wanted to groom as a prince of sorts…

Anyone with the Gem of Authority could try and sync with the idol. Thus, for the offsprings of this Devil King, it could be treated as a hereditary national treasure of sorts. A Devil with this gem would essentially be a crown prince. Naturally, this princely authority would only extend within the Devil King’s own territory.

A Devil King Idol was not only able to protect a Devil King’s most favored offspring, it could also function as a powerful tool of war -definitely a must for every Devil kingdom. It served this purpose by being a font through which the power of worship could be gathered. Thus every Devil King Idol differed depending on the type of Original Sin its owner was blessed with.

For example, a Fallen Angel Devil King Idol would take on the form of a Fallen Angel while those of a Lust Demon’s would take on the corresponding form…

So what did Lucifer’s clone intend when he handed me this Devil King Idol? Was he trying to groom me to be a Devil King? Was he acknowledging my legitimacy to rule this region?

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