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Southern Gate.

Booba and Livelywood were completely dominating the battle against Duke Alloces. Booba, already a skilled swordsman in the real world, had previously been held back by his low level, making it difficult for him to contribute meaningfully—but not this time.

Combining his refined expertise with Livelywood's graceful finesse, the two launched a relentless and coordinated assault.

With Booba's total stat points now high enough to match their formidable opponent, the duo delivered an unrelenting and powerful performance.

Booba fought with a direct and brutal style, charging head-on with devastating strikes. Meanwhile, Livelywood danced around the battlefield with agility and grace, her movements resembling a choreographed performance in the midst of chaos.

Booba launched a swift slash at Duke Alloces, his blade moving like a blur, only to have the attack intercepted by the demon's dual swords. As Alloces retreated, Livelywood darted in from behind Booba, seamlessly following up with a precise strike of his own. The two repeated this pattern, taking turns advancing and withdrawing, creating an endless cycle of pressure.

Even though Booba still lacked a refined class or advanced skills, his boosted stats—enhanced by an astonishing 60% to 75%—turned him into a force of nature. He fought with raw strength that rivaled the power of legendary champions.

Above them, Elincia cast her magic from the air, firing off powerful spells without fear, as the Duke no longer had the chance to target her. Starfall navigated the battlefield with ease, providing invaluable support by controlling the flow of the fight, healing wounds, and applying buffs whenever necessary.

"Booba, your swordplay is still incredible. I have to say, I admire it!" Livelywood said, flashing a cheerful smile every time they switched positions.

"Hahaha, if only everyone were as honest as you, Livelywood," Booba replied with a grin. "They'd see just how powerful I've become."

"Shut up. You're useless outside of massive wars like this," Elincia shot back.

"Oh, my dear little sister," Booba said, "can't you be proud of your brother just a little bit?"

"What did you sell to get that blessing, huh? Your soul?" Elincia asked.

"Well," Booba chuckled. "Just my own hard-earned money—not much, honestly. But it was worth it."

Northern Gate.

SexyGrill and SexyBloom moved fluidly through the air, dashing with grace and agility as they launched relentless attacks against Marquis Orias. SexyGrill controlled her floating swords with incredible precision, each blade slicing through the air to chase down the demon, landing strikes with persistence.

SexyBloom stayed close to SexyGrill, providing support by parrying incoming attacks whenever SexyGrill lost momentum. Together, they moved as a seamless pair, countering the demon's attempts to gain the upper hand.

"Thanks, Bloom," SexyGrill said with a grin.

"Grill, focus a little more!"

"You know we're kind of cornered, right? So a little slip-up is okay," SexyGrill replied, chuckling softly.

Kingsley, in his hawk form, soared overhead with powerful wingbeats, crashing into the demon with thunderous force. The impact left Marquis Orias staggering, and the moment he faltered, Charmelyn seized the opportunity. She leaped into the air, and in an instant, the sky was filled with her clones. The illusions swarmed the demon, striking one after another in a relentless wave of attacks.

On the ground, Skywarden held the line, defending against the demon's dwindling summons. With their numbers steadily thinning, Marquis Orias found himself under constant pressure from above. He could no longer glide through the air with ease, forced instead to face the combined assault of his airborne opponents.

"Bloom, hold on!" SexyGrill shouted as the demon unleashed a barrage of magic missiles, each one streaking toward her.

SexyBloom struggled to block the barrage, but Kingsley swooped in at the last moment, snatching her out of danger and carrying her far beyond the missiles' reach.

"Thanks, Kingsley…" she said, catching her breath.
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"I'm surprised you guys came here, too. Without you, this would've been a lot harder," Kingsley replied.

"Sure, but I think you should thank Grill for that—she's the one who came up with the idea."

Meanwhile, SexyGrill's five floating swords continued their relentless pursuit of the demon, slashing at him from every angle and forcing him onto the defensive.

Marquis Orias roared in frustration. He was beginning to feel the full weight of fighting enemies who could not only fly but also attack him from all directions, leaving him with no room to recover or counter effectively.

The tide of the battle was clearly shifting toward the defenders. The Named Demons were now cornered, and a glimmer of hope for victory began to emerge. It wasn't just the main fighters who noticed this—everyone on the battlefield could feel the momentum turning.

Fueled by this progress, other players fighting demons across the front lines pushed even harder. The possibility of ending the war—or at least driving the demons back beyond the city walls—seemed more attainable than ever.

"Tora, I think we can really put up a strong fight now," Max said. "The forces facing the Named Demons are starting to show true dominance."

"Yeah, and with some of the higher-level players lending support, they've been able to deal significant damage to the Named Demons," Tora replied.

"Tora, do you think we'll be able to take down all four of the Named Demons?"

"I'm hoping for the same, Max," Tora said. "This is a positive development, but we have to keep pushing. The Named Demons are feeling the pressure now, and everyone needs to fight with everything they've got until this war is over!"

"You're absolutely right, Tora," Max said. "We might not have updates on the battle happening inside Prince Stolas's domain, but I'm placing a lot of faith in King Alorik and his knights."

"Max, did you know that King Alorik's level is rumored to be above 400?"

"I've heard that too, Tora."

"Well, if that's true, at least we have one thing to count on. With a level difference that big, King Alorik should be able to come out on top, don't you think?"

"This fight has dragged on for quite some time, Tora. I know everyone is starting to run low on resources, and I sincerely hope it ends in our favor soon. But there's one thing I'm still wondering…"

"Yes, Max?"

"Where's Broken? Will he arrive on the battlefield?"

"We've been coordinating closely, Max," Tora replied. "Let's hope he gets here soon and delivers a decisive blow to help turn the tide completely in our favor."

At all four gates, it was becoming evident that the Named Demons were on the back foot, sustaining significant damage from the relentless assault. This progress exceeded the expectations of even the Golden Age Company, whose advanced AI predictions had originally estimated little chance of victory against these foes.

Golden Age Company.

The unexpected success wasn't going unnoticed in the main control room.

"Their odds of winning have increased to 47%," one analyst reported, glancing at the live data feed.

"47%? That's incredible! What kind of miracle are they pulling off?" someone else asked.

"I think it's less about miracles and more about their ability to adapt," another chimed in. "They've pushed through by leveraging their skills and exploiting their advantages to completely shift the odds in their favor."

"I see it too. Every team is showing remarkable synchronization now, across all gates," another observer added.

Marco stood nearby, a faint smile playing on his lips as he listened to the murmurs of admiration.

"Broken and Frostedge might miss the battle against those four Named Demons," one of them remarked.

Marco let out a long sigh before responding. "Honestly, that might be for the best..."

The room fell completely silent after Marco's statement, because everyone in the room understood exactly how grave his words were.

Their attention collectively shifted to one of the side screens, where an ominous image played out.

High above the battlefield, among the clouds, a massive portal had begun to form. Its sheer size was staggering—so immense it seemed capable of spewing forth an entire castle or something even more colossal.

Marco's gaze lingered on the screen as he continued, his voice calm but firm. "It would be better if everyone can take down the four Named Demons before Broken and Frostedge arrive."

He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his next words to sink in.

"Because they'll need to conserve every bit of their strength and resources to face what's coming next. And it will be far greater than anything they've encountered so far."