The Black Hero Army.

The Demon World’s second-largest city, Jiregga, was heavily secured by Regal and his Second Legion.

Simultaneously, its third-largest city, Baldos, was guarded by Juda and his Fifth Legion.

Each had launched their respective vanguards to intercept the human deployment, acting explicitly on the administrative commands issued by the Demon King, Fried.

“With those two anchoring the vanguards, our operational metrics should be entirely stable,” Feria murmured, exhaling a soft breath of relief.

Unlike her own profile, whose direct frontline combat attributes were remarkably subpar, both Regal and Juda commanded raw power indices that scaled effortlessly at the absolute pinnacle of the Demon World. No matter how heavily optimized the human Heroes claimed to be, those two supreme entities would guaranteed complete a definitive deletion loop against their frames.

“Allowing your mindset to harbor a single frame of complacency is an absolute trap, Supreme Commander Feria,” Stella cautioned, her tone locking into a severe frequency. “Since a secondary and tertiary wave have successfully triggered landfall, a quaternary wave remains a non-zero probability. Our lines must continuously maintain maximum readiness to repel an unannounced blitz.”

“Under default constraints, the sovereign boundary safeguarding the Demon World is so thoroughly ironclad that even a supreme deity is flatly blocked from initiating a spatial breach. While the hostiles have masterfully engineered a handful of minor rifts, creating a spatial tear massive enough to authorize the entry of high-sanctity entities remains an exceptionally non-viable trajectory—such is the definitive analysis of my processors,” Tsukuyomi explained in her flat, mechanical tone.

She acts so much like an automated machine under the hood, Feria thought, a cold sweat breaking across her skin. Her internal filters always experienced a heavy trace of non-concurrence when forced to manage an interaction loop opposite this unreadable Homunculus construct.

“My personal processors highly desire that high-stat brawlers simply stop navigating into our sector entirely. Rather than managing a conflict loop, I want to run a peaceful lifecycle, single-mindedly locked onto my delusion matrices,” Olivier chirped, shifting the parameters. Her pointed fox ears and fluffy tails gave a cute, hyper-active bounce boing-boing.

“A delusion loop… that sounds like an exceptionally elite utility trait,” Feria purred, a predatory smirk curling her lips as her pink tongue casually glided over her teeth. “In that case, my own system shall map out a high-intensity, deeply passionate nighttime companionship routine opposite the Lord Demon King… heh-heh-heh.”

“Belay your loop, Feria! Precisely what classification of thoroughly scandalous, illicit delusion is your mind actively manufacturing?!”

“Oh, please. Individual thought and internal emotional states are classified as an absolute free domain, are they not?”

“I am explicitly informing your system that it is an act of sovereign irreverence! Furthermore, our network is currently locked inside a critical emergency crisis. Is this a logical chronological window to indulge in low-tier fantasies?!”

“It is precisely because our stress indicators are redlining that our psychological engines urgently require a dense injection of emotional moisture and luxury buffer space. That is the absolute baseline theorem governing the high-tier psychic-attribute magic arrays my profile specializes in, you know?”

“Mgh…っ…”

Right at that exact microsecond, a cataclysmic explosion violently rattled the architectural foundations outside the citadel.

Sprinting straight toward the balcony coordinates to audit the perimeter, thick plumes of billowing black smoke were actively venting from a heavily compromised sector of the capital.

“The Hero Army—”

A unified cohort numbering approximately thirty human Heroes, meticulously encased in pitch-black raiments and firmly bracing an assortment of dark swords and spears, was actively executing a physical blitz through the city.

The localized capital defense sentries were systematically hitting their end-of-service failure thresholds before their advance, their bodies collapsing flat across the dirt one after another. While the sentinel garrisons were elite demographics carefully selected to protect the crown, the incoming human Heroes transparently commanded a high-velocity close-quarters combat multiplier. The black Miracle-class armaments they masterfully swung were unilaterally reducing our forces to cinders.

Thump-thump!

Feria’s baseline heart rate sustained an immediate, catastrophic escalation.

“Ugh…っ… guh…”

An overwhelming, toxic wave of pure, unmitigated dread heavily saturated her internal matrix, rendering her limbs entirely non-serving under the immense weight. Her visual field began to flicker and darken, and an uncontrollable tremor hijacked her motor circuits, locking her entire chassis in a frantic shake.

“? What performance anomaly has disrupted your systems, Feria—”

“N-Negative… the human Heroes… their profiles are far too terrifying…”

Feria frantically, violently shook her neck, overriding Stella’s confused tracking diagnostic.

A historical trauma file detailing her previous engagement during the ancient campaign re-emerged across her memory loops, violently splashing dark waves of absolute terror to scramble her sub-routines.

Those monsters had ruthlessly, systematically liquidated every single subordinate unit under her command.

Those monsters had flatly omitted a mercy protocol, vaporizing non-combatant civilian demon assets without a single millisecond of hesitation.

And then, their blades had surged forward in a synchronized bisection wave, fast-tracking straight toward her own core center.

—I am going to be murdered.

—Terrible.

—My system flatly refuses to hit a deletion threshold.

—Save my profile.

—Any entity, please.

Though her vessel had successfully executed a hair-breadth emergency escape matrix back then, standing bare inches away from an absolute end-of-service failure state had permanently hard-coded an exceptionally severe, un-overwritable trauma block inside her character sheet. It was that exact bottleneck that had driven her system to isolate its coordinates inside a massive localized barrier, eventually causing her unique trait, <Dream Mirror>, to trigger an un-controlled corruption loop that oversaturated the entire realm’s fabric.

Granted, while that anomaly had inflicted severe damage ticks across the Demon World, the Demon King, Fried, had masterfully mapped a breach straight into her dream realm, successfully awakening her consciousness and saving her code from absolute corruption…

His absolute sovereign presence had lit a magnificent beacon of hope and raw courage straight through Feria’s dark matrix. Witnessing the unmitigated, ferocious brawling metrics he displayed on the field had re-initialized her drive to force her frame back up.

Yet—the data confirmed that the Hero class was a comprehensively absolute threat.

“Far too terrifying—”

“Feria…”

“A non-viable calculation… my code flatly blocks it… it’s far too terrifying… the dread is absolute…” Feria whimpered, frantically shaking her pink tresses.

Neither Regal nor Juda were stationed within these spatial coordinates. The remaining cabinet members present within the fortress were zero percent engineered to maximize frontline close-quarters damage parameters. The capital’s sentinel forces were being systematically, effortlessly wiped from the database frame by frame.

Calculating their current velocity parameters, the Hero Army would guaranteed breach the castle gates within a compressed block of runtime.

“ —Deactivate your panic metrics. Regulate your cognitive equilibrium.“

Stella smoothly closed the distance, wrapping her delicate arms firmly around Feria’s trembling shoulders to provide an ironclad emotional shield.

“My personal mana reservoirs have successfully completed their recovery loops to verify near-absolute maximum parameters. My <Divine Eye> shall guaranteed decode their underlying armor algorithms and isolate their absolute weakness variables. Furthermore, Olivier is anchored to this sector. Tsukuyomi is primed. And an infinite legion of loyal demon warriors stands right behind our lines. My office highly desires that your system initializes its psychic support matrix to back our formation.”

“Stella…”

“Even assuming our consolidated power index calculates a minor statistical劣勢 against the Hero Army’s attributes, our network shall masterfully formulate a definitive stall script to endure the onslaught. Enforce an absolute lock against a surrender loop down to the final frame.”

The elegant, ironclad poise radiating from the Supreme Commander was comprehensively magnificent and reassuring. The heavy friction paralyzing Feria’s processing lines was instantly, cutely vaporized. Merely maintaining a fixed spatial coordinate right beside Stella’s frame allowed a roaring surge of pure courage to flood her systems.

It was a flawless match for the exact optimization profile loosed by Fried.

“I see… that calculation is entirely correct.”

The verified existence of her companion—no, the absolute baseline alignment of her precious allies—functioned as the definitive hope that anchored her code.

“Therefore, my own vanguard shall—”

Feria aggressively clenched her fist with absolute conviction. Before her diagnostics could even track the shift, the frantic tremors paralyzing her motor circuits had hit an absolute stop.

“Permanently archive a passive lifecycle where my profile does nothing but absorb a protective shield play—that script terminates permanently at this exact frame.”

A blinding, pastel-pink luminescence violently erupted from her forward quadrant, saturating the airspace.

“Psychic-Attribute Magic (Astral) – Active Initialization—”

An infinite network of light trajectories seamlessly converged, tracing a highly complex geometric sequence across the open sky to construct a massive, shimmering magic array.

“Nightmare World (Nightmare War) – Form Axis: Bewilderment (Ludmistia)!”

A top-tier psychological status-disruption spell engineered to project a severe mental affliction payload, triggering an absolute, high-intensity illusion loop inside the target’s brain.

A dense, pale-purple mist immediately swarmed and clung onto the coordinates of the black Heroes. Within a handful of frames, their motor movement suffered an absolute, total stall loop.

“The hostiles’ navigation inputs have completely locked up…?!”

“Feria-sama, your execution metrics are comprehensively eliteっ!”

“A high-level psychic-interference attribute array, is it? However, to successfully force an absolute status freeze across a demographic of this volume simultaneously—”

Stella, Olivier, and Tsukuyomi whipped their necks around, their scanning sensors tracking her coordinates with profound admiration.

“ Whew……“

Feria forcefully vented a heavy, long breath to clear her lungs. As an administrative reality, forcing a high-intensity illusion loop onto a solid cohort numbering thirty independent Heroes simultaneously had extracted an exceptionally grueling penalty that drained a massive chunk of her mana pools.

“That play should keep their lines safely locked inside a stall routine for a substantial block of runtime.”

Approximately two hours of runtime ticked past, yet the human Heroes remained permanently marooned inside the exact same quadrant—aimlessly shuffling back and forth across the grand avenue along erratic paths, or blankly staring into the open void while their vocal arrays muttered a chaotic stream of system jargon under their breath. Their focus was completely disconnected from the actual physical sector. Feria’s bewilderment matrix was continuously maintaining absolute, flawless execution metrics.

“However, my analytics indicate that maintaining an absolute status freeze across an infinite timeline represents an entirely non-serving, impossible calculation, milord,” Tsukuyomi reported, injecting her technical telemetry. “Relying strictly on a stall script will yield zero percent optimization toward an absolute clear. Our network must capitalize on this window to deploy our secondary strategic phase immediately.”

“Agreed. We shall mobilize one hundred percent of the capital’s reserve defense garrisons to launch a consolidated area-of-effect cleanup campaign. While launching an offensive play carries a non-zero risk of triggering their counter-strike algorithms, their current mental freeze guarantees our damage ticks will liquidate their health pools before they can adapt—”

Right as Stella was finalizing the tactical directive, a blinding, hyper-saturated lumen output violently illuminated the upper sky. The literal fabric of the atmosphere cracked open, and an entirely new, unmapped platoon executed high-velocity landfall straight into the capital.

“A secondary reinforcement wave has cleared transit to saturate the border…っ!” Stella groaned, her third eye tensing as her diagnostics redlined.

Feria’s facial parameters similarly dropped into a severe, grim expression. A rapid visual audit flagged that the incoming column numbered approximately thirty fresh human Heroes. Had the entities belonged to a low-stat trash demographic, her lines could easily shrug off the change, but her sensors confirmed that every single specimen clearing the rift was an elite, first-class vanguard warrior. Forcing her remaining mana stores to initialize another wave of wide-area illusion loops to encapsulate a crowd of that volume was a mathematical impossibility.

“The field parameters have turned comprehensively hazardous. My system flatly lacks the necessary pools to lock their lines down—”

The newly deployed Heroes aligned their movement trajectories, launching a high-velocity, linear sprint straight down the capital’s main thoroughfare. Feria desperately attempted to map an input to re-initialize her psychic magic array, but her internal energy reservoirs were thoroughly dry.

“Negative, your current yield is more than sufficient. Your system masterfully checked off its objectives to buy our network an immense chunk of valuable runtime.”

An abrupt, boisterous voice vibrated loops down from above, beautifully hijacking the frequency.

“From this frame onward, your forward advance hits an absolute, permanent block, human vermin—Blazing Celestial Inferno (Mega Fire)!”

A cataclysmic, roaring wall of crimson fireballs rained down from the upper airspace.

“Gah……!”

Absorbing the unmitigated elemental explosion, the incoming Hero platoon was violently blasted across the terrain, their movement metrics shattered.

“To flawlessly exploit a blind spot within the enemy’s psychological architecture, forcing their processing lines straight into an infinite loop of absolute bewilderment—as expected of a Supreme Army Commander, that execution was a text-book masterpiece showcasing the absolute zenith of psychic spellcraft.”

Hovering gracefully in the upper coordinates before dropping down to anchor his boots onto the soil of the battlefield was the striking young boy, his build defined by silver hair and deep, sun-kissed skin.

“Because your profile masterfully pinned down the initial vanguard wave, my flight transit successfully cleared the timeline to reinforce this quadrant before a border breach could manifest,” Juda smiled warmly, turning his neck to pass a validation check straight to Feria. “Leave the remainder of the processing exclusively to my slate.”

He began marching forward into the center of the street with a casual, completely unhurried step.

“Did your low-stat brain genuinely calculate that a solitary, single demon unit can oppose the consolidated power of our thirty blades?!”

“Do not dare to look down on the human race, you arrogant monster!”

Bracing their pitch-black Miracle armaments with intense force, the human Heroes unleashed a deafening chorus of war cries.

“Did my vocal array accidentally fracture your fragile ego metrics? My apologies. However, your panicking sub-routines should realize that my commentary represents a perfectly balanced, objective evaluation of our respective combat specs.”

Juda casually brushed a stray lock of his silver hair back, extending his right palm straight toward their formation.

“The pitch-black Miracle armaments wielded by the ancient human vanguard—Chaos Form. What exact structural error within the causal fabric re-initialized that specific legacy code into our current era? Has the absolute power pool of your supreme God re-entered a maximization cycle, or perhaps—”

“Stop venting that tedious stream of incomprehensible system jargon!”

Roaring with intense fury, the Heroes launched a synchronized physical blitz. Emerging from their dark swords, spears, and bows was a continuous, high-intensity barrage of holy-attribute energy slashes that exponentially outclassed the standard damage parameters of a baseline Miracle weapon, fast-tracking straight toward his coordinates.

“Rune Shield.”

Juda casually flicked his wrist, materializing a solitary layer of compressed mana barrier that effortlessly, cleanly scattered and vaporized the entire incoming projectile storm into nothingness.

“A mathematical impossibility… our Miracle weapons have undergone an absolute evolutionary upgrade that should exponentially multiply our damage specs, so how could a basic barrier—”

“Kindly remind your un-educated processors that my own profile has spent an extensive chunk of historical runtime horizontally engaging those exact Chaos Form models. Back during the ancient mythical era, standing right beside my absolute friend—the First Demon King, Velphar—our vanguards masterfully processed across hundreds, if not thousands of live battlefields.”

A soft, pristine luminescence ignited within Juda’s open palm. The output frequency began to fluidly cycle through a rapid transition, shifting its color profile from crimson to cerulean, then yellow and emerald, continuously multiplying its absolute lumen intensity frame by frame.

“The ultimate cataclysmic spell array that masterfully slaughtered an infinite, un-countable demographic of the ancient human Heroes—my vanguard shall gladly pass this specialized gift to your inventory. Farewell, black Heroes.”

His features softening into a warm, confident smile, Juda finalized the casting sequence for his absolute master spell.

“Cataclysmic Rainbow of the Sacred End (Divine End)!”

Descending ruthlessly from the heavens, an infinite storm of shooting stars shimmering with a brilliant, multi-colored rainbow luster blanketed the entire coordinates. The meteors cleanly, effortlessly pulverized the black Miracle armaments into cinders, punching straight through the structural thresholds of their dark Chaos Jacket raiments—

“Gah…っ… hah…っ…!”

The thirty vanguard reinforcements currently charging his position, intersected flawlessly with the thirty Heroes still trapped deep within Feria’s illusion loop—every single unit comprising the sixty-man human force hit an immediate, absolute end-of-service failure threshold, their lifeforce indicators vaporized from the database within a single frame of runtime.