Devil Slave (Satan system)

However, this is currently not the case.

It was clear to everyone that the round-back demon slugs were also dead.

Instantly, they drilled out of the earth and into the bodies of the nether creatures.

Black blood bathed the battlefield as the bodies of the nether creatures were drilled into and popped at different angles.

Their dark flesh was marred and skewed along the way.

The wind carried the pungent smell of the blood of these netherworldly creatures up the walls, and the Magi frowned.

This was not just the smell of the dead creatures, but evidence of their losing battle.

Sarah wanted to scream, or better yet, go down there and smack those undead creatures herself, but she was not that stupid.

All this was just a result of her anger.

"Fuck it! Everyone should attack!" 

Austin saw she was getting angry and tried to interfere. "But Sarah, if we attack without a plan in mind, we will..."

*SLAP!*

She smacked him in the face. This action of hers made Austin shut up.

He could tell that she had entered a difficult state of rage.

He sighed at this. He actually understood her.

For every Nether Creature that died here, it was a significant reduction in her power.

It was the rule of equivalent exchange.

If all these Nether Creatures that had been summoned were to die, Sarah could essentially drop in power to that of an acolyte.

For this reason, she was willing to give it her all.

But Austin still thought of this as a very very poor plan.

Unfortunately, Sarah had already lost some Nether creatures and was no longer interested in listening to reason.

Immediately after she gave the order, the nether creatures attacked hazardously.

There was no longer a strategy involved.

The battlefield suddenly appeared chaotic as limps were torn out, black blood splashed everywhere, and creatures attacked with everything they could.

However, in Austin\'s eyes, things were not at all chaotic.

Austin was not just a Magi. He was a very logical person and acted in that manner.

If this was the old world, then he might have even been tagged a nerd or a chess champion.

He was a middle-aged man, and he was responsible for a good amount of Sarah\'s achievements.

Some said that he was her most valuable piece.

A person that even the demons they now served took notice of.

He was that valued, and he was also very productive.

Austin, with his incredible mind, looked at the battlefield, and his eyes noticed some very important details.

First, the undead commander had yet to move. This meant that the giant sandworm it commanded was still going to be a threat.

Secondly, Austin could not help but find something very wrong.

This undead commander could obviously command the dead.

And everyone knew that there was no bigger graveyard out there than the Wastelands itself.

The waste land had all sorts of creatures, big and wide, small and deadly.

That was indeed the reason for its name.

All they had been fighting so far had been dead humans and a bit of some giant creatures.

Austin could not help but feel as if they were being baited.

After all, the report that had reached them was that this undead army had destroyed an entire town before theirs.

This was a town of people, beasts, and Magi just like their own.

Thinking this far, his antenna for danger sparked wildly.

He could not help but look once more at the undead commander far off in the distance.

On the head of the giant sand worm, the commander still looked unmoved.

It was as if this were child\'s play, and he was just having fun.

At this moment, Austin\'s heart skipped a beat, and a sudden realization enveloped his mind.

"We have lost! We have lost!!" He muttered to himself.

He immediately rushed for Sarah, "My lady, it\'s no use; we have lost! Even before the battle began, we had already..."

She smacked him in the face once more.

"Get a grip on YOURSELF!" she frowned at him. If not for the good he had done all these years and the position he occupied, she would have smacked him to death on the spot.

She turned once more to her enemies as she raised her hands, "Launch the FUCKING catapults!"

Her voice was loud the moment she issued the order.

The Stone-Hurling Catapult, a formidable medieval siege weapon that stood as a colossal marvel of engineering, was pushed forward.

Crafted from sturdy timber and iron, it loomed with an aura of imminent destruction on the battlefield.

A massive wooden frame, often resembling an oversized crossbow, cradled a stout throwing arm attached to a coiled tension system.

Thick ropes, meticulously wound, store immense potential energy.

Atop this contraption rested a sturdy cradle that held massive stone projectiles, their weight promising devastation.

Skilled Magi operators lowered the cradle, drawing back the arm.

With a deafening release, the mechanism hurled its payload.

Stones, each resembling a mortal fate, hurtled towards the distant gathering of undead creatures.

Its aim was the round-back demon slug.

The giant stones hit, successfully causing significant damage to the round-back demon slugs.

But this was a fatal misunderstanding of Sarah\'s.

Damaging did not mean that these creatures were going to stop.

After all, they were undead for a reason.

Common sense hit her hard in the head, and she turned to her Magi followers. "Add the scorpion oil."

Instantly, they did as she commanded.

Black Desert Scorpion oil was added to the mix and launched once more into the air.

"Archers! Light them up!" Sarah ordered.

Immediately, the Magis on the walls, ready with arrows, their tips on fire, launched the arrows in the air....