First Light of a New Age

Chapter 39: Demon Lord vs Nuclear Weapons

If one were to transplant 'Hell' to Earth, would it resemble something like this?

The skies were filled with thick black clouds that showed no signs of abating. The ground below was, in turn, saturated with blood, screams, ashes, and a suffocating stench.

Demons were born from the darkness with the sole purpose of destroying everything, and so, they proceeded to systematically erase any semblance of light and life from this world.

The Demon Lord stood in front of them. He stepped proudly on top of the city now reduced to ash and swept its gaze all over its surroundings.

"To be honest, the humans in this world are faring better against my army than those in the previous realms I've been."

The reason he hadn't made a move yet is because he has been observing the humans battling his army, either out of curiosity or for his own twisted amusement. If he wanted to, he could have annihilated them all without batting an eye, but from what he had seen, they managed to survive for several days which most nations and empires in all manaless worlds he had been to wouldn't last than a day to survive against the first wave of his demon army.

Remarkably, they had even defeated several Baron-rank demons and, astonishingly, even a Viscount-rank demon.

In all the manaless worlds he had previously invaded, the inhabitants were so pathetically weak that they were unable to defeat a single Baron-rank demon, and often mistook such demons for Demon Lords, which he found laughable to hear.

"Mist, arise." 

As the words fell, a thick fog began to rise from the ground, and even more fog emanated from the Demon Lord's body. The fog acted as a barrier, obstructing the sight of Humans.

It had blotted out the sky and hid the moon, turning that part of the area dim and hazy. It shrouded not just General Santos, but even the expanse of sky above the city.

'I wonder if I have truly mistaken this for a low-level world,' he mused.

To confirm his suspicion, he used his high-level magic perception to see any signs of mana on this world, because other than biomatter and souls to devour from this world to make themselves slightly stronger, a world with mana is a treasure place for demons like him as they could convert or corrupt its energy into demonic energy, transforming this mana-rich world into a habitable place for demons instead of devouring everything and leaving it as a lifeless rock drifting in the vacuum of space.

For the first time in an extremely long while, when he used his advanced-level [Magic Perception] skill, the Demon Lord's heart that went dormant while wandering within the gap between dimensions had begun beating powerfully once again.

His assumptions were indeed correct. This was not a manaless world but one brimming with a more powerful surge of mana than any world he had ever encountered.

Finally, there would be enemies that could truly threaten his life. The true war was at hand.

To the Demon Lord, the sight of the battlefield filled with sheer, uncontrolled madness from all parties involved was pretty much the same thing as a marvelous gift from the heavens.

Could anything be compared to the pure joy derived from such battles?

Too bad the event he had been waiting for didn't materialize.

The Demon Lord grew more anxious as time continued to pass by.

Desiring to fight against the powerhouses of this world now, he wanted to get rid of all the nuisances bothering him as soon as possible and get ready for the battle against the truly strong beings that existed here, so without a doubt, the current situation was proving to be rather annoying.