Supremacy Games

1303 The Seven Demon Princes.

The five small demonic figures, still and silent for a very long time, started to stir.

The atmosphere surrounding them began to tremble while the sulfur and rotting flesh stench filled the air.

In less than a split second, five demonic incarnations emerged from the statues and towered over the surrounding scenery.

The first demon had eyes that shone with an infernal light and were coated in thick, matted fur.

A mess of tentacles and tendrils, each ending in a razor-sharp stinger, made up the second demon.

The bones of the third demon were twisted and deformed into hideous shapes, making it a skeleton monstrosity...It appeared to emit an atmosphere of decay and death as it held a large scythe in one of its bony hands.

The fourth demon was a gigantic behemoth with massive muscles vibrating beneath its scaly skin...It appeared impervious to any attack and screamed a challenge to anyone who dared stand in its way.

Last but not least, the fifth demon was a living shadow, its form flickering and shifting as if it were made of smoke...Its eyes glowed like hot coals as it darted around.

Only one demonic statue remained silent and it belonged to nonother than Lucifer.

"For you to seek our help, they must be tough." Prince Belphegor uttered with an indifferent tone...He was the gigantic behemoth.

"I am not seeking anyone's help." Prince Beelzebub scoffed, "I have made a connection with those bastards and they made their opinion clear that there will be no peace with our demon realms. So, if I went down, you will be next."

"Show us." Prince Abaddon spoke lazily as his shadowy form kept flickering once in a while.

"Fine."

Prince Beelzebub knew that his brothers had absolutely zero trust in each other's words and they only believed their eyes.

statue that resembled him in front of them and then he

he gave access to his brothers to see those memories by

couple of minutes, the five princes opened their eyes again and

never thought that technological weapons could reach this height." Prince Satan uttered with a hardened look...His infernal red eyes

outer space and turn our spaceships against us somehow...This is really bad." The tentacled demon prince Asmodeus uttered, "We won't be able to contest against them in outer space and stop them from erasing our main cities and

them were smart enough to realize the true danger their demon race was suddenly put

have been telling you. I have already lost 20% of my territories in a few hours and they are still going deeper. I need you to send

be merely giving them free assistance." Prince Mammon suggested while pointing his boney finger up, "We have to use our bioweapons to fight them and possibly even get ourselves

him to share the same name as Councilmen Mammon of the void nation, one could wonder

to get involved personally?" Abaddon asked

have such advanced technology, they must not be too gifted in the physical department just like the Horites race." Prince Mammon stressed, "So, we just need to

We are in crisis mode and he still

doesn't show up." Prince Asmodeus remarked with a crafty smile, "We can use this war to truly justify overthrowing him and turning his own people on him. If a

still considered the demon king even though he didn't show himself for

were in a crisis mode and if he still prioritized worshipping the demon god in front of the Darkness Well instead of offering a hand, even

possible as the demon contract had one thing

carrying over his duties by keeping everyone fed and happy, but the moment their rationality starts getting threatened during this war, they wouldn't hesitate to use the chance to break the contract and jump to our

Prince Mammon grinned greedily.

demons is nothing but a free

an irritated tone, "My territory is getting run over at the speed of light...My people's cries are resounding in my ears each second! We need to

to deal with Lucifer's situation, he wasn't in the

wasn't good for them to lose Prince Beelzebub's territory since it was currently

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demon king Lucifer could be seen in a

crimson hair cascading down his shoulders. The stars shimmered around

justice as he truly was cut from the same

of space itself. The rift seemed to pulsate and vibrate with otherworldly energy