Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

Chapter 67: - The Fall of Saint realm.

The battlefield was a vast expanse of turmoil, where the forces of the Saint Realm stood resolute against a relentless tide of the Demon Army. A deafening roar filled the air as the clash of steel and the bellowing of war cries echoed across the desolate landscape.

Saint Realm soldiers, clad in shimmering silver armor, formed a disciplined and unwavering line. Their shields interlocked, creating a wall of gleaming protection.

Each warrior brandished a sword or a spear, their eyes focused, their hearts filled with determination. Banners bearing the emblem of the Saint Realm fluttered proudly in the wind, a symbol of unwavering resolve.

The Demon Army, a horde of grotesque and nightmarish creatures, charged forth with savage ferocity.

Horned demons with fiery eyes, towering behemoths with gnarled tusks, and winged abominations with razor-sharp talons advanced with ruthless intent. Their eyes burned with malice, and their thirst for destruction was insatiable.

The clash of these two opposing forces sent shockwaves through the earth itself. The ground trembled beneath their feet as the Saint Realm soldiers stood their ground, unyielding in the face of impending doom.

Swords met claws, spears pierced hide, and magic crackled in the air as the battlefield erupted into chaos.

The sky above was a canvas of destruction, with streaks of fire and lightning flashing across the heavens.

Mages from the Saint Realm unleashed their formidable spells, creating protective barriers and hurling devastating bolts of energy at the demon horde. Each spell was a testament to the years of training and sacrifice.

Amidst the chaos, a fearless commander, a beacon of hope, led the Saint Realm soldiers from the front. Their unwavering courage and unbreakable spirit rallied the troops, inspiring them to fight with every ounce of their being. The commander's sword gleamed with righteous fury as they struck down demons with precision and skill.

The battle raged on, with both sides refusing to yield. Blood was spilled, and the air was thick with the stench of death.

But the soldiers of the Saint Realm fought on, driven by an unshakable belief in their cause and the knowledge that they stood as the last line of defense against the encroaching darkness.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie twilight upon the battlefield, the Saint Realm soldiers continued to stand their ground. They knew that this battle was not just for themselves but for the future of their realm. Their determination was a force to be reckoned with, a shining beacon of hope amidst the chaos of war.

Amid the chaotic battlefield, a hush fell over the Saint Realm soldiers as a shadow descended from the darkened sky.

It was the Demon Queen herself, Lady Amrantha Tenebri Noctilucis, a nightmarish vision of power and malevolence. Her presence alone sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors.

With a single sweep of her hand, the Demon Queen unleashed a wave of dark energy that tore through the Saint Realm's defenses like paper. Shields shattered, and soldiers were flung through the air, their bodies broken and lifeless.

The sky above crackled with dark magic as she descended upon the battlefield, her wings unfurled like those of a vengeful angel.

Despair gripped the hearts of the Saint Realm soldiers as they watched their comrades fall before the might of the Demon Queen. Her eyes, pools of crimson fire, bore into their souls, instilling a deep terror that threatened to paralyze them.

The battlefield became a nightmarish scene of slaughter as the Demon Queen moved with unparalleled speed and precision.

Her claws sliced through armor and flesh, her dark magic incinerating those who dared to oppose her. The once-disciplined line of Saint Realm soldiers devolved into chaos as panic and fear took hold.

Soldiers who had fought valiantly moments ago now fled in disarray, their ranks broken and their spirit shattered. The ground was stained with the blood of the fallen, and the air was thick with the agonized cries of those still fighting for their lives.

The commander, who had once been a beacon of hope, now stood before the Demon Queen, their sword trembling in their grip.

They knew the battle was lost, and despair weighed heavy on their shoulders. The Demon Queen's eyes was filled with blood as if it was tears streaming down her face and a sinister laughter echoed in their ears as they faced the inevitable.

In the face of such overwhelming power and darkness, the Saint Realm soldiers could do nothing but bear witness to the destruction of their realm. The once-proud banners that had flown high were now trampled underfoot, and the future of their world looked bleak and uncertain.

As the battle raged on, hope seemed to fade into the abyss, leaving the soldiers of the Saint Realm in a state of despair they had never known before.

"It's enough, wife," a resounding voice echoed across the entire battlefield.

A man adorned in shimmering golden armor stood aloft in the air, gazing upon his wife, whose eyes were brimming with tears, even though they were tinged with blood. He was all too aware of the suffering he had caused her.

With a swift motion, he disappeared, and both of them clashed. His wings, as golden like an angel that he was, and hers, as black as the abyss, engaged in a fierce and devastating battle.

In the midst of the swirling chaos, the Man and the Demon Queen clashed with a ferocity that shook the heavens and the earth.

Their powers clashed, creating shockwaves that rippled across the battlefield, causing the very ground to tremble, the ground that has only corpses.

The Man's golden wings radiated divine energy, each feather a blade of pure light. He wielded a mighty sword that gleamed with the righteousness of the heavens.

With every strike, he sought to purify and cleanse the darkness that had consumed his beloved.

The Demon Queen, on the other hand, unleashed torrents of black flames and shadows. Her ebony wings were a manifestation of her dominion over the abyss.

She brandished a wicked, obsidian staff, channeling the chaotic energies of the demon realm. Her every move was calculated to shroud the world in darkness.

Their battle was a symphony of destruction and creation, a clash between two beings of immense power.

They soared through the skies, leaving trails of light and shadow in their wake. Each strike sent shockwaves that devastated the landscape, obliterating forests and mountains alike.

As they fought, memories of their past together and the love they once shared flooded their minds. The Man remembered the gentle touch of his wife, her laughter, and the warmth of her embrace.

The Demon Queen recalled the happiness they had once known, the moments of tenderness and the vows of eternal love they had exchanged until the very same man become reason for her children to succumbed to an unending fate.

But now, they were on opposing sides, locked in a battle that seemed to have no end. It was a battle not just of physical might but of wills and emotions.

The Man fought to free his beloved from the darkness that had ensnared her, while the Demon Queen defended her newfound power and the realm she had come to rule.

With each clash of their weapons, their hearts ached with the weight of their choices. The battle raged on relentlessly for two months, day and night, with no clear victor in sight.

As the final moments approached, they hurled each other away with a powerful exchange of attacks, both battered and bruised. Their eyes locked, carrying the profound pain and suffering that had marked their path.

The man, once a ruler who had commanded the entire Saint realm even as a proxy, and whose strength had rivaled that of the Saint realm king, had made his decision.

He swiftly moved toward his wife, the one who had borne the most suffering, and embraced her.

Her staff, drenched in blood, pierced through his heart, and he gazed at her with a mix of guilt and anguish.

A faint smile graced his lips, his eyes retaining their same intense gaze.

The man surrendered the vibrant colors in his eyes as he willingly embraced death. He couldn't bear to witness the suffering he had inflicted upon her any longer.

Was it love?

Was it guilt?

He couldn't say for certain, but he knew he couldn't let her endure any more pain.

In that moment, he lost not only as a ruler but also as a father and a husband. The epitome of strength had become a symbol of failure.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence as the man's lifeless body cradled his wife, the Demon Queen. The air was heavy with sorrow and regret, and the very earth seemed to mourn the tragic end of the man.

Tears flowed from the Demon Queen's eyes as she cradled her husband's lifeless form. With his departure, her last tether to this life had faded. Her voice reverberated across the battlefield, where thousands of demons knelt before her.

"Prepare to depart for the Human realm," she commanded, her voice filled with determination and sorrow. The ti

me for a new chapter was upon them, and the fate of both realms hung in the balance.