The Undead King VS The Sacred Four.

A dark world completely devoid of natural sunlight.

A stagnant, heavy wind aggressively tangled around her bound golden hair. The murky atmosphere stubbornly clung to her skin, presenting a suffocating sensory profile.

—A truly repulsive location.

Such was the perfectly simple, raw diagnostic assessment compiled by Fiore Quell the absolute first time her boots made landfall inside the borders of the Demon World. A sector engineered zero percent for humanity, hard-coded strictly to harbor the demonic taxonomy. That core description fit her instinctual filters with absolute precision.

It was a breeding ground where pure evil festered.

Birthed as a high-born maiden of a noble ducal house, her character profile had successfully emerged as the absolute crowning glory of her family crest by securing a permanent tier as one of the ultimate Heroes—an elite member of the Sacred Four (Sacred Edge).

My vanguard shall guaranteed clear this repulsive location, systematically wipe out every single trace of festering evil, and broadcast the unvarnished reputation of the Quell lineage at an exponentially grander magnitude than ever before—.

With that ironclad calculation, she re-initialized her absolute resolve.

“Launching our advance line. Our trajectory shall map the absolute shortest path to breach the Demon King’s Castle, and our blades shall execute his summary deletion loop with maximum velocity.”

The definitive statement was loosed by Ludmila.

“Agreed. Factoring in the real-time capability indices of our four consolidated profiles, even the Demon King calculates as a non-serving variable before our power pool,” Shion validated right beside her coordinates, his frame cloaked in an elegant mage-type robe.

“Our only directive is to bring the sacred mission to a flawless completion, you know,” Reawelt nodded, his entire mass encased within full plate armor.

“Elio’s platoon should be mapping an advanced scouting vector ahead of our lines,” Fiore noted, shifting the parameters.

Elio was her absolute biological younger brother. He was a young hope who masterfully swung a fourth-tier Miracle armament belonging to the Dominion Grade, and his screening metrics had successfully cleared the criteria to select his profile as a vanguard unit for the primary landfall wave.

(Kindly bypass an end-of-service failure threshold, Elio…)

To state the unvarnished programming reality of her internal settings, she had been comprehensively opposed to his decision to integrate into the Hero ranks from the absolute beginning. He flatly lacked the supreme innate talent specs that defined Fiore’s own vessel. He had simply locked his processors into a heavy admiration loop tracking his older sister, manually entering the Hero Training Academy despite commanding a full awareness of his low talent variables.

Through sheer manual labor, he had managed to secure a baseline power index. Her brother was undeniably exponentially stronger than a standard, low-stat human Hero. Yet, audited through the hyper-advanced filters of Fiore—the apex vanguard celebrated as the strongest tier of the Sacred Four—his structural integrity variables appeared exceptionally volatile and hazardous.

Our vanguard must fast-track our navigation to join his coordinates immediately…

Driven by an accelerating internal desperation loop, Fiore pushed her legs forward, navigating the dead wolds of the Demon World alongside her three companions.

Traversing the main highway coordinates, Fiore’s squad smoothly approached the outer perimeter of a massive citadel insulated behind a towering network of fortification walls. Evaluating its structural mass against alternative towns, it registered as an exceptionally large population hub.

“My vanguard flatly enforces a total block against your forward routing. You shall not pass past these coordinates.”

Obstructing their line of sight was a skeletal swordsman meticulously encased in an archaic set of full-body plate armor. Bypassing a cooldown delay, thump, thump, thump, an infinite swarm of the undead (Zombies) spontaneously manifested, bursting straight out from the dirt floor, while a dense cloud of wraiths and phantoms seamlessly bled out from the ambient atmosphere.

The Undead Legion had initialized a complete, system-wide deployment to saturate the field.

“My nomenclature is logged as Demonic Army Commander Regal, and my profile commands absolute tactical jurisdiction over the Second Legion. Every single anomaly that dares to manifest hostility against the Demon World shall guaranteed be reduced to a throwaway dewdrop decorating the edge of my blade.”

Regal braced his weapon—an oddly configured, asymmetrical sword that resembled a loose framework of interlocked bones.

“Our current character sheets are comprehensively absolute. Zero entities in existence possess the necessary combat stats to freeze our advance loops,” Ludmila declared with supreme arrogance, firmly bracing her bow-type Miracle armament, Raphael. “We shall systematically kick their lines out of the database, everyone!”

Her vocabulary was thoroughly saturated with a hundred percent confidence metric. And that calculation was an entirely predictable certainty. After all, their base attributes had undergone an immeasurable, leap-frog escalation during the grueling training modules inside the Oracle Chamber.

“Correct,” Fiore nodded, matching her alignment icon as she raised her slender rapier-type Miracle weapon, Michael.

“This campaign marks the absolute first live field test for our new attributes. Let’s make the fireworks exceptionally flash,” Shion smiled, firmly carrying his spear-type Miracle armament, Gabriel.

“Our programming simply dictates mapping a linear trajectory along the shortest vector to crush the Demon King, you know,” Reawelt boomed, hoisting his massive hammer-type Miracle armament, Uriel.

At that exact microsecond, a synchronized transformation matrix triggered across the quartet, wrapping their physical frames completely inside a pitch-black raiment—the specialized Chaos Jacket.

“ —Launching my vanguard.“

Regal loosed the brief, chilling verbal key, and the combat loop officially initialized its runtime.

An infinite swarm of wraiths loosed a continuous barrage of dark miasma shockwaves, while the zombie units aggressively closed their positioning quadrants to enforce a tight, multi-layered encirclement cage from all four sides.

“Second Configuration: Maximum Capacity (Accel-Sau) – Precision Barrage (Zand Arrow)!”

The several thousand light arrows loosed from Ludmila’s bow cleanly, simultaneously pierced straight through the structural frameworks of the zombie horde. Infused with pure holy-attribute multipliers, the absolute entirety of the undead units hit an immediate motor failure stall before being systematically erased from the database.

“Second Configuration: Blossoming Fire – Flame Flower Buster!”

A roaring vortex of elemental flame violently erupted from the edge of Fiore’s rapier, completely incinerating the wraith cohorts down to absolute ash within a single frame.

“ …Our profiles are currently operating with absolute zero deployment cues, it seems.“

“ …Completely non-serving, you know.“

Stationed at the rear flank, Shion and Reawelt rumbled a pair of slightly disappointed system logs.

Right then—

“To dare liquidate my subordinates—wretched vermin!”

Regal violently kicked off the bedrock, launching a high-velocity physical blitz. The absolute speed metric he displayed was far too broken to map onto a unit encased in heavy plate armoring.

Fiore masterfully whipped her slender rapier through the air, aligning her targeting vector to directly intercept his charge head-on.

Snap! Along with a crisp acoustic wave, both of Regal’s arms were violently severed from his shoulder sockets.

“ —Eh…っ?!“

Negative. That calculation was an analytical error.

Before her blade’s trajectory could even bridge the gap to connect with his chassis, the enemy’s arms had intentionally, spontaneously detached from his own torso framework. Gliding through the open airspace along a smooth, independent trajectory, the left and right limbs masterfully bypassed her guard.

“Active Array: Hades Blade!”

Venting the verbal key from his severed skull, the bone sword completely blanketed in a dense shroud of dark miasma ruthlessly drove a rear-flank bisection strike straight into her back coordinates. Incapable of mapping an evasion matrix in time, her chassis absorbed the unmitigated brunt of the kinetic impact.

“What…?! Inconceivable…っ!!” Regal’s vocal array let out an immediate spike of profound shock.

“Evaluating my historical parameters, a direct hit of that caliber stood a hundred percent probability of triggering a fatal end-of-service failure loop across my system. However—”

Unfolding an exceptionally elegant, high-class smile, Fiore calmly adjusted her stance to lock her upper guard. The pitch-black specialized raiment enveloping her build had masterfully processed the impact, completely neutralizing the miasma damage indicators down to zero.

“Now that our profiles are meticulously encased inside the Chaos Jacket, a low-tier miasma payload of that magnitude lacks the necessary parameters to ever compromise our health poolsっ!”

This time, she launched an explosive forward charge. Devoid of his twin arms, the skeletal swordsman was completely open, his core defenses non-serving.

“Terminating your timeline—”

“Tch!”

Regal masterfully triggered an immediate emergency re-attachment matrix, snapping his twin arms back into their base torso sockets by bare milliseconds to brace his bone sword, barely absorbing the unmitigated force of her downward slash. As expected of an elite Supreme Army Commander, his durability stats were exceptionally tough to crack.

However—

“Aura Burst!” Fiore shrieked.

Simultaneously, the pulsing wave of divine aura rising from her entire frame underwent a catastrophic, exponential escalation, multiplying her attributes by several full factors in a single frame.

“A mathematical impossibility… her raw strength indicators are dialing up even further…?!っ”

Her blade ruthlessly swallowed and cut straight through the Undead King’s bewildered vocal transmission.

“My vocal array explicitly informed your system: I am terminating your timeline—”

Until her coordinates successfully bridged the gap to merge with Elio’s platoon, her boots flatly refused to log a single frame of deceleration. Enveloped in a blazing wall of holy fire, Fiore’s bisection slice cleanly halved the structural framework of the skeletal swordsman.

The Executive Chambers – The Demon King’s Castle

I was currently locked within a physical spatial arrangement that left my frame completely wedged right between Stella and Feria’s coordinates.

“Come now, My Lord Demon King. Exactly what classification does your internal heart map our profiles under? Do you look down on our builds as mere administrative tools? Or do your tracking sensors successfully process our parameters under the taxonomic category of desirable women?” Feria pressed, her pink eyes sparkling.

Whoa, hold your lines. Exactly what unexpected system variable prompted your vocal array to dump a query of that nature onto my queue all of a sudden? I thought, a cold sweat breaking across my skin.

“Or perhaps your internal settings heavily favor Stella’s archetype over my own profile? After all, my sensors frequently intercept an exceptionally warm, intimate atmosphere saturating the airspace whenever you two lock lines.”

“A-An intimate, warm atmosphere…”

For some inexplicable reason, Stella’s elegant facial parameters underwent an immediate de-escalation, her lips cutely softening into a loose grin.

“I see… so the real-time data logs confirm that a mutual affinity exists between myself and the Lord Demon King…”

“Heh-heh. Stella’s baseline settings are comprehensively adorable, after all. Your processors possess a hundred percent justification to hoist your confidence parameters to maximum, you know?”

“Is that a verified fact, Feria?”

“Comprehensively adorable, comprehensively cute~”

“To think that your true underlying programming held such a remarkably magnificent, kind nature all along.”

“ ……‘All along,’ you say? Exactly what classification of toxic trash tier did your filters map my profile under prior to this frame, then?“ Feria shot back, her pink eyes shifting into a deadpan glare.

“N-No! My profound apologies! My vocal array formulated that phrase with absolute zero malicious intent!” Stella stammered frantically, executing a swift, apologetic bow to clear her error.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. The primary conversational coordinates are continuously drifting into an increasingly bizarre, unmapped ballpark here.

Right at that exact microsecond—

“My profound apologies for yanking your attention loops away from your active processing, Lord Demon King.”

Materializing smoothly inside the room’s perimeter to claim the vacant queue was Zegart.

“My vanguard reported to your office to submit an official strategic intelligence file… however, do my tracking sensors calculate that your coordinates are currently locked inside a highly complex personal interaction loop?”

Scanning the layout tracking myself, Stella, and Feria in turn, the golden Beast Emperor predatorily curled the corners of his massive jaws into a wide smirk.

“Negative. This layout is entirely devoid of an anomaly. What classification of data does your intelligence file contain?”

“Our outermost perimeter network has successfully intercepted a critical telemetry packet transmitted straight from the front lines a mere millisecond ago,” Zegart announced, his features locking into a severe frequency.

“Lord Regal’s Second Legion, which was locked in an active defense campaign to secure the citadel of Jiregga, has officially sustained a total crash loop—their lines have been completely defeated by the human Heroes—”