Reinhardt stood atop the command hill, his arms crossed as he watched the massive, grotesque horde of the Old Satan Faction—monsters, mindless thralls, and arrogant low-tier devils—surge forward like a black tide.
"They move like animals," Reinhardt remarked coldly. "Morgan, Yuri... show them that the ground they walk on belongs to me."
The Maiden's Trap
As the 100,000-strong vanguard crossed the "Red Line" marked by Reinhardt's intent, Morgan slammed her staff into the earth.
The Curse Weave: Suddenly, the ground turned into a shifting sea of violet runes. The soldiers at the front realized too late that they weren't walking on dirt, but on a massive, continent-scale Magic Circle prepared days in advance. The Pleiades' Execution:Yuri Alpha gave a sharp signal. Narberal Gamma unleashed a localized thunderstorm that didn't just strike enemies—it acted as a detonator. Solution Epsilon had seeded the ground with corrosive acidic slimes that dissolved the boots and legs of the charging army, pinning them in place. The Meat Grinder: The traps went off in a rhythmic chain reaction. Pillars of black fire and jagged earth spikes erupted from beneath the horde. It wasn't a battle; it was a harvest. Thousands were erased in seconds, their screams drowned out by the thunder of Morgan's curses.
"Efficiency is the hallmark of a good maid," Yuri Alpha said, stepping back into formation and adjusting her pristine white gloves.
The Cleanup
The survivors of the first wave—disoriented, bleeding, and terrified—stumbled through the smoke, only to find the Ashborn Vanguards waiting for them.
Artoria (Lancer) stood at the head of the Bael platoon, her golden armor gleaming. "Is that all the Old Satans have to offer? Pathetic." With a single swing of Rhongomyniad, she sent a shockwave that flattened the remaining front line.
Feixiao was already a silver streak in the distance, her gunblades barking as she picked off the enemy commanders who were trying to retreat. "Don't let them run! The hunt just started!"
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[Battle Progress: Phase 1 Complete]
Enemies Eradicated: 85,000 / 100,000. Allied Casualties: 0 (The Bael Garrison is just watching in awe). New Threat Detected: Three High-Tier Generals of the Beelzebub House are approaching, riding massive armored Behemoths. They are aiming for the Supply Hub where Venelana and Misla are stationed.
Kaguya Otsutsuki narrowed her eyes from her floating position. "Honey, the flies are trying to buzz toward our kitchen. Shall I erase them, or do you want the girls to handle it?"
Reinhardt looked toward the distant dust clouds where the Beelzebub Generals were charging on their mountain-sized Behemoths. He saw Venelana and Misla tightening their gloves, their eyes sharp with a fire that had nothing to do with business and everything to do with the hearth they protected.
"Kaguya, stay back," Reinhardt said with a proud smirk. "Let them handle it. Those generals made the mistake of thinking my women are just decorators. It's time they learn that a mother protecting her home is the most dangerous thing in the Underworld."
The Motherly Wrath
Venelana stepped forward, her purple hair whipping in the wind. Even though she was divorced from the Gremory line, her mastery over the Power of Destruction had reached a level Zeoticus could only dream of. Beside her, Misla—pure, untouched, and radiating the intense healing and water-manipulation of the Phenex/Bael allies—channeled her mana.
The Black Tide: Venelana didn't just throw orbs of destruction. She raised her hands, and the very air around the Behemoths turned into a crushing vacuum of anti-matter. The massive beasts roared in agony as their armored hides began to flake away into nothingness. The Boiling Sea: Misla slammed her palms onto the ground. Instead of simple water, she manifested Scalding Phoenix Water. It surged up from the earth like geysers, melting the Behemoths' legs and boiling the generals alive inside their heavy plate armor. The Execution: As one general tried to leap from his dying mount to strike at Venelana, she didn't even flinch. She pointed a single finger, and a beam of concentrated Destruction pierced through his heart, erasing his soul before he hit the ground.
"You're late with your delivery," Venelana whispered coldly, her eyes glowing. "And we don't accept trash at Ashborn Enterprises."
The Behemoths collapsed, turning into piles of ash and steam. The Bael soldiers nearby stood in stunned silence—they had seen the "Business Queens" as elegant ladies, but now they saw them as absolute executioners.
The Battlefield Shifts
With the generals dead and the vanguard decimated, the Old Satan Faction began to panic. However, in the distance, a massive pillar of ice erupted, freezing an entire battalion of Bael soldiers instantly.
Reinhardt's eyes narrowed. He recognized that mana. It was the Lucifuge Royal Guard, led by Grayfia's brother, Euclase. And right in the middle of the frozen wasteland stood Grayfia, her face a mask of duty, though her hand was trembling as she touched the Eternal Aegis bracelet on her wrist.
She was being forced to lead the charge against Reinhardt's flank to prove her loyalty to the Old Satans.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[Battle Progress: Phase 2 Complete]
Generals Slain: 3/3. New Objective: The Lucifuge Intervention. Conflict: Grayfia is being used as a human shield by her brother to deter your attacks.
Reinhardt watches as Grayfia raises her ice-covered hand toward your position, her eyes pleading for a way out.