All Chapters of Demon's Evolution: Chapter 631 - Chapter 640

Lance surveyed the retreating soldiers of the Beastmen Kingdom, his mind racing as he issued commands with clarity and purpose.“Blow three horns!”At his command, a soldier raised the horn to his lips and blew three sharp blasts. The sound echoed across the battlefield, and the human soldiers pursuing the beastmen began to slow their advance.The three horn blasts signified the transition to the next phase of their operation. Although the temptation to chase down the arrogant beastmen and slaughter them was strong, the humans understood that their priority was to bring this war to a decisive conclusion.As the dust settled, the flying objects, which had been a source of confusion and concern, moved toward the northwest, heading toward Bakshi City. This city was the closest settlement to the Northern Dragon Mountain, a territory that belonged to the Beast Kingdom.The flying machines travelled astonishingly, outpacing even the swiftest warhorses. It took them less than three days to r

Despite the relentless tide of monsters, Henry remained untouched, a pillar of calm amidst the chaos. The power of the wood element was overwhelming, a force that these creatures simply could not contend with. It was clear why he had earned the titles of Jade Fortress and Protector of Light; his prowess in battle was nothing short of extraordinary.In just a few short months, Henry had transformed from a teenager into a formidable warrior capable of standing toe-to-toe with the top prodigies from powerful families. His reputation had grown, and now he was a beacon of hope for those around him.“The reinforcements are here!”A wave of cheers erupted from those who had been hiding, their voices rising in a chorus of hope. The soldiers who arrived were from the Marquis, and although he did not come, his troops were renowned for their skill and discipline.With General Henry at the helm, there was no need for the Marquis to dirty his hands in this conflict. The monsters had been relentles

As my words tumbled forth, my gaze lingered on Roland. Something was different about him. His usual lean physique seemed to have blossomed, his muscles rippling beneath his tunic like sculpted marble. A wave of curiosity washed over me."Roland," I began, my voice laced with intrigue, "have you been... augmenting your physique?"He met my gaze with a steady nod, a hint of a smile on his lips."Indeed, my lord," he confirmed, his voice a low rumble. "I've been incorporating some... additional training into my regimen.""You caught a turkey and those rabbits wearing those?" I exclaimed, gesturing towards his impressive frame. "Remarkable! I wouldn't have thought it possible."Roland chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. "I had to remove the weights from my feet for the hunt, my lord," he admitted, his honesty as unwavering as ever.Knowing Roland as I did, a man whose dedication to discipline was as unwavering as the north star, I knew he hadn't relied on any shortcuts or mystical enhance

"That blithering fool, the count! It's all his fault!" Richard's voice echoed with a fury that belied his normally placid demeanour. He slammed his fist on the polished mahogany desk, rattling the stacks of ledgers and contracts. "If that incompetent buffoon hadn't scoffed at the warnings about those monstrous creatures, they wouldn't have laid a finger on him, let alone left him in such a sorry state!"His face contorted with a mixture of anger and frustration. "Such a waste! I poured my resources into that fortress, envisioning a thriving branch of my business within its walls. A golden opportunity, snatched away by his arrogance!"He let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow and devoid of joy. "And now, it's all gone. Reduced to rubble, just like his reputation."Richard's gaze drifted towards the window, his eyes clouded with a sad weariness. Agnus, the city lord of Vermillion, had once been a pillar of strength and wisdom. But time, it seemed, had eroded his sharpness, leaving him

“This is a worthwhile investment,” I murmured, the weight of 200,000 essences settling comfortably in my mind.I had purchased the skill from the shop, a hefty price tag for a single ability, but the description promised unparalleled power. If it lived up to its claims, the next beastmen invasion wouldn't even be a blip on my radar.A dark chuckle escaped my lips.The thought of those monstrous invaders, their bodies riddled with the power of the battlefield, swarming Vermillion City once more, filled me with excitement. Their high-level corpses would be a treasure trove, a veritable army of undead soldiers at my command.\ Such a concentration of powerful beings wouldn't be found within the confines of any dungeon. The prospect of wielding their might, of turning their ferocity against them, sent a thrill coursing through me. I couldn't wait for the carnage to begin.…The Merchants Association, their coffers overflowing with newfound prosperity, threw their full weight behind my vis