Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 476: The reinforcements Arrive!

During the time Asmodeus punished and rewarded his lovely paladin, Alice and Velvet led the charge without rest to reinforce the kingdom of Grigor.

Behind them, over 200 well-trained demon knights followed.

The galloping hooves of the half-demon warhorses thundered across the demon planes from the city of Vel'Ashera. In a mere ten hours, they had covered two hundred miles, reaching the border between the demon empire and Grigor.

"Hurry forward!"

Unlike regular horses, these beasts on the cusp of becoming monsters can run for an entire day without rest. Their hide, thick and filled with millions upon millions of small hairs that evolved to absorb mana and moisture from the air, satiated their hunger, stamina and thirst.

Velvet's eyes narrowed as she realised the danger of taking no rest, but despite her disagreements with the royal family of Grigor, she couldn't deny her blood.

The king was one of her closest living relatives and the man who had introduced her to Alan and her beloved Ryuji. 'I pray you are well, cousin.' Beside her, Alice shook on her warhorse, gripping the reins with a serious expression. Her heart raced faster than the warhorse's legs, galloping towards her former home, the land she was born in and held a place in her heart.

"Alice, do you worry about your Brother?" Velvet's voice shuddered from the powerful force of the warhorse's back bouncing rapidly.

"..."

Alice closed her mouth tight while leaning forward.

The last time she saw her brother and the times she insulted him, called him foolish replaying in her mind. 'If it wasn't for Ryuji coming into our lives like a typhoon. Would I have ever known the truth about what happened to my Brother?'

However, he prevailed! She carried pride and affection towards her Brother who, even after the betrayal of the former queen, could treat her children separately.

'To think they were actually my Brother's children...' The young children who lived in an annexed part of the castle knew nothing of what truly happened but lost their right to succeed the throne after everything.

"I don't, Aunt Velvet."

Her body shook, but her eyes remained focused and filled with determination.

Ever since she met her brother and reunited a few months ago, Alice came to admire her brother. A man who wouldn't die even if killed, a strong and resilient man.

"Oh?" Velvet sucked the cool air, her lips curling into a wide smile revealing her shiny white fangs. "May I ask why? You used to hate him, didn't you?" At the current pace, it would be less than two hours before they arrived in Grigor's capital, the signs of destruction and battle visible from the horizon.

Alice narrowed her eyes, surprised that this old woman had changed so much after meeting their shared husband. She couldn't help but smile while looking towards the horizon. "Well, let's just say someone guided me onto the right path and let me see the truth."

"Haha—I see! You are just like me, and maybe there's a reason all the Grigorian royal women have become ensnared by that mischievous little rouge."

Velvet lifted her body, using her thighs to hold herself in place and snapping the reins, her back becoming straight, pushing her buttocks against the saddle so no gap or movements remained.

"All units, we're going faster! Yah—!"

"Haah!"

The thunderous sound of their horses echoed for miles.

No matter what surface they galloped on, it sounded like the reverberating boom of lightning striking the ground in a rapid wave.

***

Meanwhile, inside the capital city of Grigor, the king, Alice, and Velvet envisioned slashed a demon's throat, his horse lifting into the air, rearing in an aggressive stance equal to its master.

"Attack! Push these vermin back and kill that fiend!" He pointed his sword towards the larger demon with spikes sticking from its back.

The king stood drenched in blood.

He didn't have time to clean his sword, which dripped red as it slashed through the demons without rest. His hands trembled from fatigue and stress, and he couldn't feel his arms anymore, but to see his men fighting back, for the longest time he envied Alan, who fought for the kingdom like they did as young men.

'This is it! This feeling is why I love my Kingdom!' His heart pumped with fiery blood, the adrenaline and mana dulling his pain. A deep cut along his cheek dripped with royal blood, the claw marks on his chest another medal of honour.

"Shaaa!"

A pair of demons jumped at the king the moment his horse started rearing, and he fell off the back with a thud, rolling across the ground as the knights scrambled to save him.

"Help the King!"

"Save his Majesty!"

"Argh... Your Majesty..."

The demons outnumbered the knights at least two for one, yet the human knights fought valiantly, their bodies pierced by stolen swords and claws. A few of them even tried to help each other, but the king's eyes widened. 'I can't watch this anymore.' He gripped his sword and pushed himself up while his knights held the line.

"Do not prioritise my life! Protect your brothers, we fight as one! Sons of Grigor, we must defend our people first!" With a roar full of anger, pain and passion, the king stood tall with sword in hand. His blue pupils burned with the fire of a man in his youth. A single slash from the blade created an invisible wind that sliced apart the ground, forming a crater of rocks.

"I am Your King, it is my duty to enrich and create the path for every one of you!"

The bloody peasants and commoners desperately hiding from the monsters all heard his bellowing voice that sounded hoarse and rough.

Affected so much, they couldn't help but peek in shock.

"T-the king... he is fighting for us?"

"How can that be... the nobles fled and left us alone!"

"His Majesty... he's covered in wounds..."

Voices gathered, the fear waning in the sight of the heroic guards and knights the villagers saw each day, but there was one unfamiliar sight. The king stood in front—he endured, slashed and prevailed.

"Stand up brothers, this is our chance! To be noticed, to be acknowledge by our king!" A brave villager took up a pitchfork, his left arm missing from the elbow down.

"Yes... Let's go... let's prove that we're not just peasants who can't do anything but hide in our homes and watch our family get slaughtered like pigs!" Another grabbed a cleaver, the blade still stained with blood from the demon that had barged into their home.

A butcher, a farmer, a carpenter... they weren't warriors, but they stood up as reinforcements.

These men were not powerful demons or knights.

They didn't possess the magic of the elves or even the physical strength of beastmen. They were human. And they were weak.

But why did such fragile beings dominate most of the free world?

"For our beautiful Motherland!"

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The bellow of the common folk caught Avandar off guard as he saw the demons in front of him cut down by a pitchfork, a wounded elderly man holding a hammer—these were his people.

"My king, we have seen your plight! Please allow us to serve you, for our beautiful land!"

"Your Majesty! Allow us to aid you."

'Is this what my mother meant... when she told me the people were the heart of Grigor?'

Avandar's eyes shone with determination as he gripped the royal sword that his brother once wielded before his death.

***

When Alice and Velvet arrived with their force, it was like a tsunami crashing over the battlefield. The cavalry broke down the doors, flooding inside as their horses kicked and trampled over anything in their path. The expected devastation was not nearly as bad as they imagined.

The clash of swords rang out in the distance as the black fiends struggled and started retreating... only to face the mass of over two hundred demon knights.

"Kill every monster in sight! Spare none of the vile creatures!" Alice roared as her horse jumped through the destroyed gate, her silver armour glinting brightly from the light of the rising sun.

"But prioritise the people, if you see a child, you save a child, see a man save a man!"

Flicking her serrated sword like a whip, Alice rushed into the capital city, her heart thumping, a sense of unease as she rode towards the castle. The sound of fighting grew more frantic before suddenly becoming silent. 'Brother!'

Alice's heart sank, her pupils dilating as she urged her warhorse to go faster.

"Faster! Move!"

However, what shocked her most was the sight of common people and knights fighting together, their bodies atop each other.

It was a beautiful sight, but the biggest shock was her brother, shining under the golden sun in his bloodstained armour, once silver now crimson red, and filled with human and demon blood.

"With me! Aid the people of Grigor!"

"A-Alice?! Is that you..." And that shock was equal, to see his weak and sickly sister holding a whip sword to cut down monsters with ease made his heart shudder. He couldn't help but feel that meeting that blonde devil was his family and kingdom's greatest blessing.

"Aid the duchess! The demon king has sent reinforcements!"

The knights charged, and the demons, who had retreated now caught in confusion as the new force appeared from all angles.

Surrounded and in danger, it was only a matter of time before they died. Because of this, their leader realised his failure and there was no escape—it stepped forward.

The large demon was almost a smaller version of the demon commander that Alice and Velvet had fought a week earlier. Alice and Velvet dismounted, stood in front of the exhausted Grigor forces, and pointed their weapons at the demon commander.

"Your Majesty, please step back!"

"This is our fight."