Wrath of the Demon God

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I slowly entered my father's bedchamber, carefully concealing my footsteps from the surrounding silence.

Dim candles flickered on either side, and orc maidens, including catwomen and foxwomen, stood with their heads bowed

, silent and unblinking, as if my swordplay, though seemingly impenetrable, was as silent as raindrops on a paulownia tree

.
I knelt before the bed, quietly awaiting my father's instructions.
"Fen?"
My father's deep, slow voice came from behind the bed curtains. The dark elf

maidens standing beside him quickly and quietly pulled back the curtains, revealing my father's pale, bloodless face lying on the bed.
"Father, what has summoned me?" I answered calmly.
"Fen, tomorrow is your sixteenth birthday, isn't it?"
My father's voice was slow and low, for his life was nearing its end. In the last

war with King Banlo, he was severely wounded and afflicted with an incurable poison that was slowly

eroding his life.
However, I felt no sadness. In the Demon Realm, strength is everything, and the defeated are not worthy of

pity, even if that loser is my father.
"Yes, Father."
"Do you know why I summoned you here?"
"Is it about the successor?"
My father must know that his days are numbered and he must decide who will inherit his throne as soon as possible; only

this reason would have led him to summon me to where he was recuperating.
"You are very clever." A weak smile appeared on my father's face. "Then you should know

who my ideal successor is."
"No one but me is qualified to inherit Father's throne." I answered firmly.
"I share the same thought as you, so I must pass the throne to Naklo, your elder brother."

My father smiled contentedly and took a deep breath.
"Why?!"
I was somewhat surprised by my father's decision; since he also believed that only I could inherit his position,

why would he pass the throne to my eldest brother?
"Surprised, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Fen, you are very intelligent, the most intelligent of my seven sons, and also the most ambitious;

if you inherit my position, you will surely be able to unify the entire demon realm and become a demon god, I have confidence."
My father's tone remained slow. "Although Nakro is far less intelligent than you, Nakro is just as

ambitious as you, and Nakro's martial arts far surpass yours; if I were to pass the throne to you now,

how many days could you sit in this position without being overthrown by Nakro?"
I remained silent; my father's words struck me squarely: although I had diligently studied martial arts and

magic , Nakro had the advantage of age. Nakro's magic might not be much better than mine, but

Nakro's martial arts were beyond my reach.
"Therefore, I have no choice but to pass the throne to Naklo." The father let out a long sigh. "

As for you, Finn, you must strengthen yourself so that you can reclaim

the throne that rightfully belongs to you from Naklo."
"I understand, Father."
"Very good." The father closed his eyes and nodded slowly. "I want you to set off for the City of

Eternal Night ; in addition, I have one last inheritance for you."
With that, the father clapped his hands lightly, and a succubus girl dressed in a revealing black veil dance costume

emerged from behind the father's bed; her long, pale purple hair, reaching her slender waist, swayed slightly with her graceful steps, and

the revealing black veil dance costume she wore was like a semi-transparent silk scarf wrapped around her exquisite body, highlighting

her snow-white skin, not only failing to conceal but also arousing more imagination.
The Succubus race is an extremely rare race in the Demon Realm; it is said that all

Succubus women are not only truly skilled in bed, but also possess an invaluable trait: exceptional

intelligence and a talent for devising strategies. It is said that behind every successful Demon King, there is always a Succubus

woman assisting him.
"I entrust my most beloved Beyari to you," my father sighed weakly. "Take good care

of Beyari in my place."
"I will do my best, Father."
"Very well, you may go now." My father waved his hand slightly, signaling me to leave.
I stood up, just in time to meet Beyari's crystalline purple eyes. The pair of black bat wings characteristic of the Succubus race on

Beyari were fluttering slightly, and two Dark Elf maids were lowering the golden

curtains in front of my father's bed, making Beyari appear like a bat dancing in the golden moonlight.
"Beyali greets her new master."
The beautiful succubus girl bowed and curtsied before me. My gaze couldn't help but

wander from Beyali's snow-white shoulders down to

the deep cleavage between her large breasts, which were encased in black gauze.
Noticing my gaze, Beyali gave a shy smile.
"Let's go."
Leading Beyali, I walked out of my father's bedchamber without looking back. There was nothing to linger here.

My father had made it clear to me that my position must be earned by myself; I must immediately embark on

the path to becoming a demon god who unifies the demon realm, instead of lingering beside the sickbed of a loser.
Record 001: The City of Eternal Night. This is currently the front line of the war against King Banlo, originally my father's main stronghold for

commanding the war; however, after my father's defeat and retreat, the City of Eternal Night has fallen

under the siege of Banlo's army.
My father's decision to have me move to the City of Eternal Night was deliberate: I could use the pretext of avenging my father and commanding

the front lines to slip away unnoticed from Naklo's nose; commanding the war would allow me

to establish my influence within the army; and the territory gained from defeating King Banlo would serve as

capital .
While it might seem arrogant to challenge the entire kingdom of Banlo with just the City of Eternal Night

, this small obstacle is one I must overcome if I truly aspire to become a Demon God.
However, the City of Eternal Night is currently surrounded by enemy forces, and my first challenge is how to

enter it. Although I brought five hundred wolf riders with me from the capital, the enemy surrounding

the City of Eternal Night numbers forty thousand. Trying to break through the encirclement with only five hundred wolf riders

is not a good idea; besides, even if my five hundred wolf riders could fight their way through, we

still would n't be able to enter the city—the defenders of the City of Eternal Night would never open the gates for us, and the enemy would

rush in when the gates were open.
I decided to leave the wolf riders outside the city and only take Beyali into the city; this way, I wouldn't have to worry about the wolf riders being unable to

enter, and the wolf riders left outside might come in handy in future battles.
To prevent the enemy from invading the City of Eternal Night with teleportation magic, the mages in the defending army set up a huge magical barrier

to block teleportation spells, which also prevented me from using teleportation magic to enter the city

. I could only teleport Beyari to the city wall with me.
When the teleportation flash faded, I could see soldiers around me frantically grabbing their weapons and pointing them at me

warily ; when they saw who I was, they all hurriedly knelt down and saluted.
"Greetings...Greetings, Fourth Prince!" the soldiers shouted, their voices tinged with panic.
"Look at the state of you! A complete mess! It's just that Father was injured, and you're all

like flies without heads!" I coldly looked down at the soldiers kneeling before me. "You

call yourselves soldiers with such a lax attitude? No wonder the battle in the City of Eternal Night hasn't ended yet; you should be

glad I'm not the enemy, or you'd all be dead on the spot!"
"We...we admit our guilt!" Hearing my harsh tone, the soldiers bowed even lower.
"You had better admit your guilt. I came here to command the battle on Father's orders, and from now on, you are under my

direct command." I snorted coldly. "You'd better remember this: under my command, Belfentrak, there are only elite

warriors , no old or weak soldiers; only invincible warriors, no cowardly bastards!
Those who don't want to be 'removed' from my ranks had better strive to meet my requirements. Rise! Hmph!"
"Yes, thank you, Fourth Prince."
Having received my permission, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and stood up one after another.
I looked around at the soldiers. Although their faces showed relief, there were still some

fears . Clearly, these soldiers were still not used to my stern style. However, if I

could intimidate these soldiers simply by putting on a stern demeanor, then these soldiers would probably be unable to fight effectively in the battle against Banlo's army

because of fear of the enemy. Such a battle would be unwinnable.
I decided to train these soldiers' courage first. Looking around, I immediately found a suitable

target.
"You!" I slowly drew my magic sword spear, pointing the tip at a pale-faced fox-clan orc

soldier . "What are you afraid of?"
"No... Your Highness, I'm not...!" The fox-clan orc soldier, seeing the tip of my demonic sword

pointed at his throat, not only turned even paler, but his voice trembled.
What a coward! I merely drew my weapon, and this soldier was terrified?
"I've said it before, there are no cowards under my command, have I?" My demonic sword

slowly approached the soldier's throat.
"Yes... Your Highness..." The soldier's voice trembled even more as he saw the deadly blade slowly pressing against his throat, and

his head involuntarily tilted back.
"If you're a warrior, then what are you afraid of? My men don't need cowards like you!"
With a flick of my left hand, the demonic sword pierced through the fox-clan soldier's neck, severing his

head, which had fox ears and a pointed nose. The severed head flew high, blood spurting

everywhere from the broken neck.
The other soldiers, seeing the fox-clan soldier killed on the spot, were too terrified to utter a sound.
"You!" I pointed the blood-stained tip of my demonic sword spear at another bear-man soldier. "

What are you afraid of?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, Fourth Prince, I'm not afraid of anything!"
Seeing the fox-man soldier killed for showing fear, the bear-man soldier immediately straightened

his back , staring straight ahead, trying his best to suppress his fear.
"You're not afraid? Your hands are trembling, your face is pale, and you still dare to say you're not afraid?" I coldly

smiled, pressing the tip of my demonic sword spear against the bear-man soldier's throat.
Feeling the cold blade against his throat, the bear-man soldier was convinced I intended to kill him too;

since death was inevitable, the bear-man soldier was unwilling to simply surrender. So, the bear-man soldier roared, swinging

his right-hand battle axe to deflect my demonic sword spear, and then bringing his left-hand battle axe down straight at my head.
I deftly sidestepped the bear-man soldier's axe strike, then kicked him in

the chest, causing him to cough up blood and fall backward to the ground. My demonic sword spear was immediately aimed at

his throat.
Despite being severely wounded and bleeding from my kick, the bear-man soldier still glared angrily at my demonic sword spear. Because of his

severe chest injury, he couldn't swing his heavy battle axe, so he drew a short sword

from his waist and deflected my demonic sword spear.
"Hahaha!" I laughed, smoothly retracting my demonic sword spear. "Very good. Even facing me, you

dared to wield your weapon. You are a warrior, worthy of serving under me! Stand up. From now on, you will

follow me and become one of my personal guards! Beyali, heal his wounds."
Although the bear-man was incredibly strong, his mind was clearly not as developed as his muscles.

He couldn't immediately adapt to my sudden change in attitude. Only after Beyali stepped out from behind me and

cast a healing spell on him did the bear-man soldier understand what I meant.
For these soldiers, serving as my personal guard was not just an honor; it

also meant more opportunities to earn merit and a greater chance of promotion and power.
"Yes!" The bear-man soldier prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly. "Your subordinate will certainly do his utmost to serve Your Highness."

" Get up!
Kowtowing is the act of a coward!" I kicked the bear-man soldier again, sending him tumbling over.

"If you want to show your loyalty, show it to me on the battlefield!"
"Yes, sir!" The bear-man soldier scrambled to his feet and answered, standing ramrod straight.
"Very good."
I nodded, glancing at the soldiers around me; though still somewhat afraid, they

all stood tall and proud when they met my gaze, displaying an air of fearlessness. Although this was merely

a facade, it was nonetheless a driving force, a force that motivated them to hone themselves into warriors.
"You all strengthen the defenses, I'm going to check the situation in the city."
I led the way down the city wall, with Beyari and the bear-man soldier following behind; the other soldiers snapped
to attention and saluted, watching me leave.
As soon as I stepped off the wall, the commander, having received the news, was already there to greet me, surrounded by guards.
Seeing me descend the city walls from afar,

the commander riding a Tyrese (a fierce, two-legged magical beast that can be used as a mount) quickly dismounted and knelt on one knee to greet

me; the guards around him also knelt.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Fourth Prince!" the commander shouted as I approached,

as if to express his loyalty with the volume of his voice.
"Hmm," I nodded. "Rise."
"Thank you, Your Highness the Fourth Prince."
The commander then stood up, carefully following beside me, his face full of respect, and a

hint of fear—another cowardly commoner. I forcibly suppressed the urge to sigh and kill

this cowardly commander with a single sword stroke, because I still needed this commander to lead the army.
"What is the troop strength of the City of Eternal Night?" I asked calmly.
"Your Highness, the City of Eternal Night currently has only ten thousand soldiers left, barely enough to

hold off ," the commander said with a worried expression. "But if we can't get reinforcements,

I don't know how long these troops can hold out."
"Reinforcements? You might as well forget about reinforcements." I smiled slightly, looking at the commander with a hint of malice.

"There's no such thing as reinforcements."
"No...reinforcements?" The commander's expression changed slightly. "Isn't Your Highness...?"
"Did you think I came with reinforcements?" I sneered, staring at the commander's face, where

sweat constantly seeping out.
"No, this, I..." the commander stammered, instinctively wanting to wipe his sweat with his hand, then remembering that

I was standing in front of him, he hurriedly lowered his hand.
"I came here to oversee the battle, not to bring reinforcements; even if there are reinforcements, they will only be

for useful soldiers, not those useless people who are always hoping for reinforcements." My icy gaze was locked on

the commander , making him sweat even more profusely. "Useful warriors can

defeat , while giving cowards more reinforcements is just a waste of precious resources.

Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand..." The commander uttered these words with difficulty.
"Very good." I smiled slightly, withdrawing my gaze from

the commander who was still sweating profusely.
"Go and gather your men. I'm holding a war council to see how to

clean up the mess you've left behind. The battle for Eternal Night City has dragged on for far too long, to the point that I'm starting to doubt whether you're

still of any use."
"Yes, Your Highness, I am terrified!"
The commander saluted me and was about to back away when I suddenly

kicked him tumbling over.
"Why aren't you gathering your men? What are you doing here with all this unnecessary formalities?!" I

yelled . "No wonder the battle for Eternal Night City has dragged on for so long; it turns out the commanders are all a bunch of incompetent

cowards!"
This time, the commander dared not salute or bow to me. After getting up from the ground, he turned and hurriedly jumped onto

Tires, rushing off to gather his subordinate officers.
A few minutes later, apart from those on guard duty, all the high-ranking officers of Eternal Night City,

about one or two hundred people, hurriedly appeared before me. Each of them knelt with their heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound, quietly

awaiting my orders.
My God, another bunch of dead civilians. For a moment, I felt like rolling my eyes—

were all the warriors of Eternal Night City killed with my father's defeat? How come all I see before me are a bunch of

cowardly cowards who only know how to sweat and tremble? And these cowards are the backbone of my current troops, Belfentrak?
"Get up, all of you. I didn't come to see you like slaves."
After taking a breath and regaining my composure, I coldly waved my hand, and the kneeling officers finally stood up,

but they still kept their heads down, not daring to meet my icy gaze.
"Who is the Chief of Staff?" I asked.
"Yes, yes, it's me."
A fat, middle-aged rhinoceros man clumsily ran out from the middle, stumbling and swaying

his fat as he went. I thought he looked more like a pig.
The fat rhinoceros man ran up to me, bowed his head, and said respectfully with his hands hanging at his sides, "I am

the Chief of Staff of the Eternal Night City Operations, the Rhinoceros Elder..."
"Alright, I have no interest in your affairs. I'm asking you, after so long of war, do you know

how many enemy mages there are, and which units they are deployed in?"
"This..." The Chief of Staff choked, looked up at me in fear, and when his eyes

met mine, he immediately lowered his head again like lightning. "...I am guilty, I was unaware."
...unaware? One of the duties of a staff officer is to collect intelligence to provide to the commander for

decision-making analysis, and this guy actually said he/...didn't know the enemy's intelligence?
Suppressing my dissatisfaction, my voice grew even lower: "Do you know exactly how many enemy troops are involved in the battle, the composition of

each unit, and the location of the enemy's stockpiled logistical supplies?"
As I questioned him, the Chief of Staff began to pant, wiped away sweat, and almost cried as he spoke.
"The enemy... the total number is about forty thousand... I don't know how many enemy units there are, and the supplies...

supplies..."
Listening to the Chief of Staff's stammering report, I knew my question was pointless;

this guy definitely didn't know anything, otherwise why would he keep stammering and unable to give a definite answer? I was

n't asking about anything private!
Resisting the urge to punch this idiot on the spot, I continued to ask. "Fine, even if you don't

know , surely you know who the enemy's commander-in-chief is? Who is the enemy's commander-in-chief? What's his personality like?

What are his strengths and weaknesses? Give me a report!" As
soon as I finished asking, the Chief of Staff immediately knelt on the ground with a thud, not daring to raise his head, his forehead pressed to the ground,

begging mercy, "This subordinate has failed in his duties, please forgive me, Your Highness!"
I sneered, raised my right index finger, and a black flame formed from hellfire began to rapidly

dance around my fingertip.
"Forgive me? What mistake do you think you made? As the Chief of Staff, your job is to collect and compile intelligence to provide

the commander to assess the battle situation! And now you know nothing, this is already a serious dereliction of duty!"
I became angrier and angrier as I spoke, my voice growing louder and louder. "I need a responsible staff officer, not a

negligent scoundrel!"
With that, I flicked my right finger, and Hellfire shot towards the Chief of Staff. Amidst his

terrified screams, it struck him, then with a deafening roar, bursting into flames that instantly

engulfed his obese body, burning him to ashes.
Seeing how I had so ruthlessly executed the Chief of Staff in just a few words, the other officers

gasped , staring at me in horror. Some even took a few steps back, wondering who I would

vent my anger on next.
"I hope your staff won't have such incompetent people again! Don't know? Why don't you send someone to investigate! Otherwise , what's the

point of keeping you around!"
A group of officers belonging to the staff immediately knelt on the ground: "Yes, your subordinates know their mistakes, and

the same thing will never happen again!"
"Alright, let's ignore the other side for now. What's our current situation? For example, the number of militia that can be mobilized,

the existing troop strength, the training status... Hmm, you, you tell us."
I pointed to one of the dark elves among the staff officers. That dark elf's rank wasn't very high; he was

just a junior officer. But this officer was

one of the few who dared to look me in the eye so far. Maybe this guy had some guts.
"Fourth Prince, this humble officer..."
The dark elf staff officer was stunned for a moment. He obviously didn't expect me to come to him. After all, he was just a

low-ranking officer, usually only responsible for assisting his superiors. Under normal circumstances, he almost never had the opportunity to

speak directly with a "supreme commander" like me.
However, he quickly recovered and respectfully reported, "Your Highness, our forces currently number

approximately 11,000. As for the number of militia in Eternal Night City, due to His Majesty's... His Majesty's 'retreat

' was too sudden, causing considerable chaos, resulting in only about

40,000 militia available for conscription in Eternal Night City. Moreover, most of them are orc slaves."
This dark elf pulled back from the brink, using "retreat" instead of "defeat," probably to

avoid my anger. However, I understood his meaning. Eternal Night City was not originally a frontline fortress;

most of its inhabitants were wealthy and high-ranking officials, who were not usually required to serve. After my father's

defeat, the wealthy in Eternal Night City immediately hired a large number of young laborers to move their wealth away from

this city that was about to become a frontline danger zone. This indirectly took away a large number of people who could be conscripted as

militia , which is why the vast city of Eternal Night City only had a pitiful 40,000 militia available for conscription.
The dark elf strategist glanced up at me, and seeing my expressionless face,

he gritted his teeth and said loudly, "As for training and morale, these are not my responsibilities, so I don't know

. Please ask someone else, Your Highness."
No one expected that the dark elf would dare to say he didn't know after the chief strategist had met such a fate, and even "

refused " to answer my question. The commander of Eternal Night City immediately shouted angrily, "How dare you

speak to the Fourth Prince like that...!"
I waved my hand, stopping the commander's shouting, "No, he's right. If one person could manage

everything, what would I need you useless people for?"
"Yes, Your Highness is wise." Hearing me say this, and remembering how I had just dealt with that "useless chief strategist

," the commander hurriedly lowered his head in fear.
I pointed to a one-eyed werewolf officer: "Since he says he's not responsible for training and morale, you're

a military officer right? Tell me about the training and morale of your directly subordinate troops."
"Reporting, Fourth Prince..."
The werewolf officer saluted first, then fell silent, his one eye darting around erratically. After

about ten seconds, under my increasingly cold gaze, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "My

troops haven't trained for the past few days. Most of them are either indulging in a drunken stupor or acting like puppets, merely going

through . I know I haven't fulfilled my duty to supervise my subordinates, and I beg Your Highness to punish me."
I shook my head: "Although you're leading rotten soldiers, at least you have the courage to admit your mistakes. Very well, I

'll allow you to atone for your sins for now. But I hope that from now on, you can fulfill your responsibilities and do your best to make up for your

shortcomings these past few days. Tomorrow I want to see a decent army, understand?"
"Yes, Your Highness!" The werewolf snapped to attention, giving me

another even more precise than before.
"Good." I looked at the others and said loudly, "I know you're all worried I'll punish you.

Listen to me: as long as you don't make the same mistake again, I will never punish you without cause. However, I

don't need cowards or incompetent fools under my command. I will

remove 'fools' and 'cowards' from my ranks, so you'd better go back and think about what you're going to do. Now, dismissed!"
Just as everyone turned to leave, I suddenly said, "By the way, I'm going to launch a counterattack

tomorrow . Get ready."
Everyone froze, seemingly not expecting me to give such an order. The commander of Eternal Night City

turned around , his face covered in sweat, his mouth open as if he wanted to say something; I immediately glared at him: "What, I

haven't punished you for your incompetence, and you're still going to talk nonsense? Get ready now! Anyone who dares to delay military operations, I'll

kill them on the spot!"
Seeing the black hellfire swirling and dancing at my fingertips again, the officers, remembering my ruthless execution of the Chief of Staff with just

a few words , all ran away as fast as they could,

scattering completely in an instant.
I let out a long breath. Although I seemed quite imposing when I reprimanded my subordinates,

I knew in my heart that my ragtag troops couldn't possibly defeat the enemy forces besieging the city. If I couldn't

quickly transform my troops, I'd have to find other ways to win—so,

it was more realistic for me to obediently return to my command post and carefully consider how to achieve victory.
In the supreme commander's private room at the command post, I reclined comfortably

in my chair, closing my eyes to ponder tactics against the enemy.
Although my staff officers hadn't obtained any information on the enemy,

I had observed their strengths and weaknesses since entering the city. From my observation, the enemy's 40,000 troops were divided into four legions,

surrounding the City of Eternal Night from all four sides, making it as impenetrable as an iron barrel.
One thing I was curious about was why the enemy army was divided into four legions? Was it because the besieging

forces came from different systems and lacked a unified commander? If that's the case,

could exploit the "characteristics" of the enemy's troop composition to create a favorable situation for myself?
Or perhaps the enemy actually has a unified commander, dividing their forces into four legions for

flexible deployment? That's possible, given their 40,000 troops. Even divided into four legions,

each legion's size would still be roughly equal to the defenders of Eternal Night City. However, the four commanders of the four legions

could launch a variety of attacks from all four directions, easily

overwhelming the defenders.
However, based on my meetings with those commanders today, if it's the second scenario, then I

can only say that these enemy legion commanders aren't exactly capable either—my own commanders are already

quite weak and incompetent, and the enemy, with their superior numbers, still can't breach Eternal Night City; they certainly

aren't much better.
If their generals aren't particularly capable, perhaps I could try to use a stratagem to trick them?
Or should I simply challenge them with my martial arts skills and kill their general?
As I pondered this, Beyari obediently removed my outer garment and boots, brought me a basin of warm water,

and placed it in front of me. Then she took off her own outer garment, revealing a barely visible, almost transparent

silk undergarment, and gently began to massage my feet.
Enjoying Beyari's meticulous and soothing foot massage, I glanced up at

her, who was completely absorbed in massaging me, and suddenly remembered that besides their captivating beauty, the women of the Succubus race

were also —which was why almost every successful monarch had a Succubus

woman by their side; Succubus women were also highly skilled strategists.
Thinking of this, I called out, "Beyali."
"Yes, Master. What are your orders?" Hearing my call, Beyali stopped massaging my feet

, looked up respectfully at me, her pale purple eyes shimmering with a watery, alluring charm, enough to melt

any man's gaze.
My gaze couldn't stay still; it "accidentally" slid down Beyali's fair and delicate face,

down pale neck, and down to the deep valley formed by her high, firm breasts. Her full,

tender breasts and incredibly smooth skin formed a dangerous trap, enough to instantly capture any man's

attention .
Suddenly realizing I'd been distracted by Bealli's beauty, I quickly regained my composure and, after a moment's thought,

asked, "Regarding the battle for the City of Eternal Night, do you have any suggestions?"
Bealli was taken aback, seemingly surprised by such a question. This was understandable; since I'd led

her away from the capital, I'd barely spoken a word to her except to give her orders. But

Bealli quickly answered, "Master, I believe we should concentrate our forces for a one-sided

breakthrough . Simultaneously, we must engage the enemy general in duels to kill him,

achieving maximum results with minimal casualties."
"Oh?"
I found it amusing. I hadn't expected Bealli to say "achieve the greatest results with the least sacrifice."

I have to admit I really liked hearing that. After all, not everyone

can achieve the greatest results with the least sacrifice. Moreover, it's quite different from the demons' usual fighting style. Because it's easy for demons to recruit

soldiers, they usually just give a command and their army floods the enemy like a tide, drowning

them with sheer numbers. It's simple, convenient, and exhilarating. However, if I were to adopt such

a tactic , it wouldn't show my extraordinary nature as Belfentrak. Besides, after defeating the enemy forces surrounding the City of Eternal Night,

I also need to preserve some strength to launch a counterattack into King Banlo's territory. Bealli's "achieve

the greatest " perfectly suits my thinking.
Beyali continued, "Furthermore, Master, we must not only kill the enemy

general , but also use cunning tactics like a counterattack to finish him off. Even if Master's martial arts far surpass the enemy

general's, this is still necessary. Moreover, Master's martial arts... Master's experience in one-on-one duels is somewhat

lacking , unlike those seasoned veterans who have fought countless battles."
Beyali deliberately used the phrase "lack of experience" instead of "inferior martial arts" because

the demon race has always revered individual martial arts; those with superior skills are heroes, and Beyali dared not let me think I

was inferior to the enemy general's "heroism." However... to kill the enemy using tactics like a counterattack, wouldn't that mean I...

Feigning defeat in a one-on-one duel? Even if it's just a fake defeat, it could have a severe psychological impact on my

soldiers , and the unit might even collapse on the spot.
Hearing Beyali's suggestion, I couldn't help but frown. "Beyali, isn't using such a despicable

tactic a bit..."
Seeing my displeasure, Beyali hurriedly explained nervously, "Master, counterattacks are unpopular and

very shameful, but because the enemy thinks you wouldn't use such a scheme, the success rate is high. This

method uses the psychology of others to look down on cowards, creating an opportunity to ambush the enemy." "Hmm."
I admit, Beyali's words did indeed tempt me, but the traditional concept of the demon race has always valued

heroes and valiant men. Besides, my martial arts skills might not be inferior to the enemy's general. If my martial arts skills were truly inferior

to the enemy's, then feigning defeat and ambushing could be considered a last resort. However, Beyali's suggestion was to feign defeat regardless of whether I could surpass the enemy in martial arts

. If I could win honorably with martial arts skills, having to feign defeat and ambush was still difficult for me

to accept.
Seeing my inner struggle, Beyali revealed a charming smile: "Master will not only

feign defeat once in this battle, but also twice, three times, four times, countless times in the future."
I was greatly surprised that Beyali would say this. Feigning defeat once was already difficult enough for me,

but this little girl wanted me to feign defeat countless times. Did she think that such opportunistic tricks could

succeed again and again? Unless the enemy was truly a brainless idiot, as long as I feigned defeat once,

the enemy would more or less become wary of me. Then how would I lure the enemy into

a trap by feigning defeat?
Beyali smiled, her eyes sparkling, and said sweetly: "Master, think about it. If you often

feign defeat, the enemy will be highly wary of your 'retreat,' thinking that you are just bluffing

and not really retreating. And when everyone gets used to your feigned defeats, no one will

know whether you have really fled or whether your retreat is just a trick." This point, I believe,

will be crucial when Master confronts the eldest prince, whose martial arts far surpass Master's... Even if Master cannot defeat him immediately, he

can choose to retreat. Given the eldest prince's wisdom and personality,

the likelihood is extremely low.
Mentioning Naklo immediately brings to mind my elder brother's vicious gaze. Indeed, I am

not entirely confident in defeating him. His martial arts far surpass mine; in a one-on-one duel, I would undoubtedly lose. My only

advantage is that my magic "might" surpass his in a future battle. It seems that

Beyari's suggestion is a good approach. Although it might be humiliating at first, it accumulates resources for a future

duel , which is extremely important. This woman is not simple; she not only has foresight but is also unbound by traditional demonic beliefs, prioritizing practicality. Besides, the most indisputable rule of war is "the victor is king." I, arrogant and failed to
see this clearly and was outdone by a woman. 　　"Excellent, Beyali, you're absolutely right. Let's use your plan tomorrow. As expected of a woman , you'll be a great help to me." 　　I smiled and gently pinched Beyali's soft cheek. 　　Receiving my praise, Beyali's face lit up with a radiant smile: "Master, after defeating the enemy general with a counterattack , Beyali can also cast chaos magic, coordinating with the wolf cavalry you left outside the city to launch a pincer attack , catching the enemy off guard." 　　Beyali was incredibly clever. Leaving the wolf cavalry outside the city earlier, besides the difficulty of bringing them in, was also part of my plan to have them create some chaos when necessary. Beyali's suggestion once again coincided with my plan . 　　Overjoyed, I lifted Beyali's chin and kissed her cherry lips deeply. 　　"Mmm, Master, Master..." 　　Under my deep kiss, Beyali's delicate body squirmed restlessly. 　　"Haha, Beyali, can't you hold back anymore?" 　　I laughed and released her, letting her collapse against me. The name "Succubus" wasn't given lightly ; the women of the Succubus race were incredibly wanton, desperately craving a man's affection. I had only kissed Beyali once, and she was already struggling to resist. 　　Since my father bestowed Beyali upon me, I had been quite cold towards her because I disliked women who had served other men. Plus, I had been rushing to the Eternal Night almost non-stop, and hadn't had time for intimacy with her. If it weren't for Beyali's many helpful suggestions, I wouldn't have kissed her. 　　"Since you are Father's most beloved woman, your skill in serving men must be quite excellent." 　　I casually pulled down my pants, letting my penis stand erect. Because I had been busy traveling , I hadn't had a proper shower, so a slightly fishy smell of sweat mixed with urine filled the air. 　　Seeing my erect penis before her, Beyali gave me a shy, alluring wink. Then, with delight and care, she placed her hands on my penis, opened her cherry-like mouth without hesitation, and lowered her head to kiss it. A warm, soft, and slippery sensation enveloped my member. Beyali had already taken my large penis into her mouth , swallowing and spitting it out. Her pink cheeks swelled up, as if being squeezed outwards by my large penis. 　　Suddenly, Beyali deeply sucked my penis into her mouth. Although it wasn't completely inside, I could feel the tip of my penis touching the soft mucous membrane deep in Beyali's throat. The incredibly comfortable feeling almost made me groan. 　　Besides sucking on my penis with all her might, Beyali also skillfully teased my shaft with her tongue. Sometimes she would press her tongue against it, giving me a full, warm sensation, and other times she would use the tip of her tongue to tease the sensitive spots on my penis. The urethral opening, the area below the glans, and the slit at the back were all targets of Beyali 's skillful tongue. A tingling, numb pleasure swirled around me, accumulating until it finally coalesced into an irresistible, powerful pleasure that surged up my spine. A surge of heat rushed down my spine, my penis began to contract, and I ejaculated wave after wave of semen into Beyali's cherry-like mouth, though she choked on it.

But Beyali swallowed every last drop of the semen I ejaculated into her mouth.
What a woman skilled at pleasing men! I looked at

Beyali with some surprise, her face radiant and alluring after swallowing my semen. I wasn't a novice when it came to women, but Beyali,

this woman of the succubus race, was the first to make me ejaculate with just her cherry-like mouth.
After swallowing all the semen from her mouth, Beyali carefully licked my penis until

not a single drop remained. Then she slowly released my penis,

looking up at .
"Thank you for your reward, Master," Beyali said sweetly, a faint blush and

a smile .
"Lie on the table, buttocks up high." The appetizer had been served; now it was time for the main course.
Almost instantly upon hearing my command, Beyali was already prone on the table, her slender, long legs supporting

her full, round buttocks, which were raised high in front of me. Her semi-transparent silk panties clung tightly to her private parts, her

pink peach-like vulva already glistening with moisture.
"Master~~~" Beyali turned to look at me, her eyes filled with endless allure and desire.
"You're very obedient. I like obedient women. Here's some candy for you." I ripped off Beyali's

already soaked panties, parted her long, soft legs, and pressed my already erect penis

against the still tightly closed crevice of her vulva. Then, with a forceful thrust, my penis slid

all the way in through her already wet and slippery honeyed passage, penetrating deeply into Beyali's body.
"Ah—!" With my thick penis thrusting into her body, Beyali cried out in pain, her delicate body trembling

uncontrollably, and a few crystal tears slid down her pink and white cheeks.
Seeing Beyali's reaction, I found it quite strange: Did it hurt that much? Although my weapon

was much more impressive than others, could Beyali, a member of the succubus clan known for her unparalleled skills in bed, really be

unable to withstand such a simple penetration?
Looking down, I saw a glistening, erotic fluid mixed with streaks of bright red blood

slowly flowing from where Beyali and I were joined.
"You... are still a virgin?" I was quite surprised. Wasn't Beyali my father's woman?
"I'm so happy to give my master my most precious first time." Beyali's

brows were still slightly furrowed from the pain, but she forced a smile. The two expressions intertwined to create an extremely endearing

yet intoxicating expression that made one want to "cherish" Beyali. "Beyali

was specially trained by His Majesty the King from a young age to be a gift for his master, so of course she must remain a virgin until she truly serves him

." I see. Father, thank you for this gift. I will repay you
by giving Banluo's army a good beating . 　　Now that I know Beyali is a virgin, my reservations vanished, and I immediately wanted to cherish this . I could feel Beyali's flower path beginning to writhe, her surroundings contracting, with a faint suction, as if trying to draw me in even deeper. 　　"You slut, you want it so soon after being deflowered?" I laughed and cursed, withdrawing my penis slightly, then thrusting my hips forward, plunging my penis deep into Beyali's body, reaching her core. The impact made Beyali's whole body sway, her two perfectly shaped breasts bobbing wildly. 　　"Ah—!" Her newly deflowered lower body couldn't withstand my rough thrusts, and Beyali couldn't help but cry out in pain again , but her cry was also mixed with a hint of pleasure. 　　Completely ignoring Beyali's feelings, I only focused on thrusting my penis forcefully, letting it pound wildly in Beyali's wet and hot flower path, enjoying the pleasurable feeling . 　　I wasn't worried at all that Beyali couldn't withstand the pain of being deflowered. Other races might have been fucked to death by my rough and violent deflowering actions, but Beyali was a member of the unparalleled succubus race in bed. Sexual intercourse was something succubi were more adept at than eating and drinking. It was absolutely impossible to fuck a woman of the succubus race to death, even if Beyali had just been deflowered. 　　Sure enough, after I thrust in and out vigorously about ten times, Beyari's succubus body had completely adapted to my penis. Her cries, initially tinged with pain, had transformed into wanton moans filled with lust. Furthermore , Beyari's vaginal canal was exceptionally wet and hot, and had become even tighter, requiring me to exert even more force with each thrust to push my penis through the layers of her body and reach her core. The powerful contractions gave me unparalleled pleasure with each penetration. 　　What a succubus! Truly worthy of being called the world's number one bed master. 　　" 　　Ah ... 　　Sensing that I was distracted by trying to control my ejaculation and was moving somewhat slowly, Beyali relaxed the pressure lower body, allowing me to stop struggling to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Since Beyali had yielded, I naturally increased the force of my thrusts without hesitation. My thick penis moved rapidly in and out of Beyali's vagina, squeezing out her vaginal fluids with a series of slapping sounds, making both 　　of us wet . 　　" Ah ...

As I ejaculated inside Beyari, her entire body began to emit a faint purple light,

a sign that the succubus clan had absorbed male semen and converted it into their own energy. After ejaculating once, I held

Beyari's soft, sweaty body for a short rest, my still-erect penis remaining inside her,

enjoying the gentle, soothing aftercare massage from her vagina.
"Was it good?" I licked Beyari's earlobe.
"Yes, thank you for your grace, Master, mmm~~~" Beyari said sweetly. I don't know if it was my imagination or

what, but Beyari seemed even more beautiful and radiant than before.
Not yet satisfied, I turned Beyali over, parted her legs, and thrust

my half-open, still-open petals, which I had just ravaged

. Amidst Beyali's seductive moans, her vaginal canal embraced my penis like a passionate wife welcoming her husband home, layer upon layer.

Then, her clitoris kissed my glans as I reached my climax.

An intensely pleasurable sensation almost made me lose control and ejaculate prematurely.
"Oh..." I let out a soft sigh of pleasure, but glancing at Beyali, I saw a

smug expression on her face. This wanton girl was definitely trying to embarrass me.
"Alright, Beyali, you dare challenge my dignity? I'll fuck you senseless!" I thrust my lower body with all my might

, my engorged member pounding against Beyali's soft core with each powerful stroke, making "pop"

sounds.
"Ah! Ah! Master! You're killing Beyali! Ah! So good!"
Beyali cried out seductively, her slender legs wrapped tightly around my waist, doing everything she could to keep our

bodies pressed together to withstand my fiercest onslaught. Her white breasts swayed with each

pounding thrust, the two pink nipples like cherries on top of a jelly,

bobbing with the jelly's tremors.
Seeing how adorably those two protruding nipples swayed, I lowered my head and began to lick Beyali's nipples

.
"Ah! No—! It feels too good! Ah!"
Her sensitive areas were being attacked, and Beyali shook her head violently, screaming and releasing her overwhelming pleasure.

Her fair arms tightly hooked around my neck, trying to lift her breasts and offer them to me for me to taste.
Since Beyali was so considerate in letting me taste this "delicacy," I didn't hold back. I opened my mouth and, like

a greedy child eating sweets, sucked in half of Beyali's soft breast, licking

and teasing it wantonly.
"Ah—!"
Suddenly, Beyali screamed, her arms and legs gripping me tightly, her body

trembling as she reached her climax. Just as I was gloating that I had finally made Beyali climax before me,

the incredibly powerful contraction and suction within Beyali's flower path reappeared, instantly creating an overwhelming pleasure that

shattered my efforts to hold back ejaculation. Wave after wave of warm semen poured into Beyali's flower core

.
After we finished, I still held Beyari's delicate body, letting my penis remain inside her, enjoying

the afterglow of her orgasm. Beyari pressed her cheek against my chest, her left hand gently

tracing patterns on my chest, making me feel ticklish.
"Want more, Beyari?" I moved my lower body, letting my penis, still inside Beyari

, thrash around for a while.
"Ah, no, no!" To my surprise, Beyari shook her head violently this time, pushing against my chest with both hands, even though

her lower body still held my penis. "Master has a battle to fight tomorrow! If it's just

one or two nights of pre-sleep exercise with Beyari, it's harmless, but if it happens too often, I'm afraid it will affect Master's performance in battle

tomorrow !"
"Do you doubt my stamina?" To be honest, when I heard Beyari say that I was "not good at stamina," I

was a little unconvinced.
"No, no, Beyari wouldn't dare! Beyari only said that Master should conserve his strength so that he can

face the superior enemy forces outside the city in the best condition tomorrow; Beyari certainly believes in Master's strength, but tomorrow's battle

is of great importance , even related to Master's future chance to contend for the throne. Beyari hopes that Master can

win tomorrow in the best condition!" Beyari hurriedly explained. "As long as Master wins tomorrow's battle, Master can

do whatever he wants with Beyari, okay?"
I looked at Beyari's serious expression in my arms. To be honest, I never expected Beyari to be so

considerate of me. You know, for the lustful demon race, abstaining from sex is probably more

painful , but Beyari is enduring it so as not to affect my performance in tomorrow's battle... Well, actually

, it's not completely abstaining. Beyari and I are still "connected" in our lower bodies...
"Okay, I'll listen to you. That's enough for today." I gently kissed Beyari's forehead.
"However, I'm going to sleep holding you like this. It feels so comfortable, so I want to have a

good . You're not allowed to object."
"Yes, Master." Bealia smiled happily, a charming smile, which was exactly what she wanted.
(To be continued

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