BXBX NOVEL Chapter 395 Daddy's Ti...
395 Daddy\'s Ti...
"They are here." Saint Dul\'Akharat said before Primal Jerle could press on with more questions.
Silently, the two top fighters currently situated in the Empire of Linhasa cast out their powerful senses and determined the directions from which their enemies were launching their attacks.
To their dismay, they had split up into four directions!
And each direction was led by a Shadow Primal!
"Come with me to quickly kill one of the Shadow Primals." Saint Dul\'Akharat said as he split himself into four. "My three clones should be sufficient to hold the other three back in the meantime."
"As you command, Saint Dul\'Akharat." Primal Jerle nodded. Although he had only just broken through, Primal Jerle was a support type Primal.
Support types were considered weak, and had a very low cap in battle power. But in their specific situation, Jerle being a support type Primal was the perfect outcome for them.
Unlike combat type Primals who had to gain strength for a long time before they could even dream of being useful in a fight against Shadow Primals who were mostly ten times stronger than normal Primals if not more, Support Primals were able to instantly impact any battle they were in.
They simply had to stand there and provide whatever boost they specialised in and instantly, they would have made an impact to the battle.
Saint Dul\'Akharat whisked Primal Jerle away to meet the strongest Shadow Primal in battle.
Whoosh.
They appeared before a vast army of millions slowly making their way towards the Linhasan Empire from the East.
The Shadow Realm spaceships were arrayed in thousands of arrowhead formations which made their intent of charging through the Linhasan defense abundantly clear.
They were on a suicide mission to breakthrough at all costs and wreak havoc to the interior of the Linhasan Empire. They were there not to conquer, but to destroy!
The vastly weakened Linhasan Army was dispersed to protect the many critical areas that needed defending. Only slightly more than ten thousand Linhasan spaceships were stationed in that particular area, and they were stretched paper thin.
More were being called frantically to gather there as reinforcements, but it was a mere gesture of formality.
They wouldn\'t do more than delay the inevitable.
Even if all the reinorcements they called upon could reach them on time, their numbers would merely be bolstered to slightly over a hundred thousand spaceships.
By any measure in normal times, it was still a terrifying force capable of dominating any second rate empire. But against the millions of Shadow Realm spaceships…
They were like a piece of tissue paper before the sharp sting of a ferocious wasp.
There was no way they would be able to stop the Shadow Realm invasion in this sector.
Their only hope lay in their top fighters.
If they could win their battles quickly, then hopefully they would be able to wipe out the Shadow Realm spaceships as well after that.
But if not…
It would be farewell.
"Hohoho. A Saint and a Primal. This Empire is pretty powerful. I had no idea you guys had Saints. Awesome! Very awesome! It is my great fortune to be able to meet you both!! Wahahahaha!!" A plain looking demon, if demons could ever be described as that, appeared before them.
But truly, as demons go, there was nothing special about him.
He was three meters tall, which was quite small for a demon.
He had two plain horns half the length of his relatively ugly but common demonic face.
Two shoulder blades protruded evilly from his shoulders and his normal length arm ended in sharp claws.
His body was garbed in standard demonic armor and his clawed feet were boringly muscular.
All in all, he was rather… underwhelming to behold.
Primal Jerle wasted no time starting his verbal attack on that particular point.
"Oh Lord. You must be the most generic demon in the entire Shadow Realm. What\'s with the complete lack of demonic ferocity and fearsomeness? I only met you for a few seconds and I am already getting sleepy!" Primal Jerle shouted at him. "Are you stunted? Did you suffer from malnutrition and a lack of demonic tits with demonic milk as a kid? Or perhaps you grew up mistakenly sucking your daddy\'s tits instead of your mom\'s? Dumbass boring demon!"
Saint Dul\'Akharat chuckled loudly.
His subjects would probably be shocked to their cores if they knew their exalted King, Primal Jerle had such a wonderfully dirty mouth.
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"WHAT? STOP TALKING ABOUT MY EXALTED FATHER\'S TITS! I FORBID YOU TO TALK ABOUT HIS TITS!" The boring demon roared angrily.
"Ho. It appears you\'ve struck gold, Primal Jerle. There must be something wrong with his father\'s tits. I would have been very interested to know more if we weren\'t so pressed for time." Saint Dul\'Akharat said with a laugh.
"No matter. His composure is already broken. It\'s enough. Let us begin." Primal Jerle said quietly and released his power.
Saint Dul\'Akharat nodded in agreement and drew his greatsword as well.
Crackle.
Primal Jerle\'s power covered Saint Dul\'Akharat with a green and red glow. All at once, Saint Dul\'Akharat\'s vitality and strength were boosted by a full one hundred percent.
It wasn\'t much, but every single boost of strength would be critical, especially considering the fact that he had split himself into so many clones.
"Excellent. Let us end this quickly." Saint Dul\'Akharat said as his vision turned gold and the boring demon\'s String of Fate became visible to him.
As always, a Saint\'s opening attack against a non-saint would be to try and break their string of fate. That way if he succeeded, he wouldn\'t even need to fight.
But as expected, the demon\'s string of fate was obscured in black fog.
His God was intervening.
"I guess I have to resort to old fashioned methods." Saint Dul\'Akharat said with a sigh. "Primal Jerle, stay alive and keep talking about his father\'s tits. Slander him with all of your creative strength. I expect no less than fifty other male demons sucking on them within the minute." Saint Dul\'Akharat ordered.
Primal Jerle could only sigh and nod his head.
Nobody would believe him if he told them his story.
That he, a Primal, was relegated to talking about the enemy father\'s titties during the most critical battle of his empire!
What a joke!