Somewhere far from the city of Patliputra, in the midst of a chilling breeze and under the watchful gaze of a radiant moon, a group of fearless warriors prepared to face their most daunting challenge yet.
"Are you done with your mission, 'Ninety-seven'?" A cloaked figure inquired through the crackling communication device.
"All set here, currently positioned in the treacherous northwest of the demon city," came the determined response, as a girl adorned a pristine white mask over her face.
Turning to the next in line, the hooded man in the oni-mask questioned, "And you, Leon?"
"Ready and raring to go," exclaimed a man donning a tiger mask, his muscular form exuding an aura of unyielding strength as he wrapped himself in a flowing black gown.
The attention shifted to the final member of the group, Ruyi, a thin man with an intellectual air. Adjusting his rectangular glasses, he declared, "Just one final step, and it shall be accomplished."
As the realization settled upon them, they knew they had encircled the demon-controlled city on all sides. The barriers were erected, the altar prepared—a grand symphony of readiness.
With resolve burning bright in his eyes, the commander took a deep breath, turning to face the multitude of soldiers dressed in black robes who stood before him.
"At last, we stand here!" bellowed the man in the oni-mask, his voice resounding with an authority that stirred the hearts of those gathered. "I know fear may be present among us, hesitations may arise, and the prospect of leaving loved ones behind can be overwhelming. But is that a reason to surrender?"
"No, commander!" The response came as a resolute chorus, each soldier standing tall and unified.
"Is there a reason to fear death?" The commander's voice grew in intensity, piercing through the silence.
"No, commander!" The soldiers' voices echoed, their conviction unyielding.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let us not forget who we are and where we belong. This is our planet, our home—Earth. We shall not let these demons claim more lives, enslave our people, or perpetrate heinous acts against women and children!" Emotion surged through the commander's words, a single tear escaping his eye as he pressed a hand against his chest.
"I, Julius Caser, swear upon my life. Even if I must face death, I will fight. Even if hope wanes, I will fight. Even if I stand as the last one, I will fight. As long as breath fills my lungs, I will not allow these demons to advance any further. As long as I draw breath, I will protect our loved ones from their clutches."
"ARE YOU WILLING TO STAND BESIDE ME AND FIGHT?"
"YEAAAHHHHH!!!" The thunderous roar of the soldiers filled the air, sending ripples of determination cascading through their ranks. It was a declaration that would be heard even by the demons lurking within the captured city.
Without hesitation, a crystal, the size of a football, soared through the air, lodging itself at the heart of the city. In an instant, a silver light emanated from it, shielding the city in a formidable blue crystal barrier.
"A breach! Alert the chief!" A demon's voice rang out, laced with urgency.
From the four corners of the city, Ninety-Seven, Leon, Ruyi, and their commander, Julius, trained their weapons upon the city, their synchronized voices resounding.
"This is for the people! This is for the faithful! This is to reclaim what is rightfully ours! THIS IS FOR THE RESISTANCE!"
"All
hail the resistance!" Clad in black, the warriors surged forward, a cacophony of clashes and roars erupting as they launched their assault.
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Within the depths of the demon city:
Slaves, shackled with black rings around their necks and limbs, were herded toward the shipment area. The sound of their suffering echoed through the desolate streets—rings clinking, bodies collapsing from torment and starvation, and the cruel crack of whips upon flesh. Yet, their resilience remained unbroken, their eyes empty, and their faces pallid, devoid of emotion, much like their nails, teeth, and hair.
At each intersection of the city, women once revered for their beauty and grace were now bound to iron pillars. Flies buzzed around their disheveled forms, saliva dripped from their lips, and blood trickled from unspeakable wounds.
This grotesque spectacle, one that would shatter the minds of those from the modern world, elicited cheers and applause from the demons that reveled in their suffering.
What was once a pristine white stadium had transformed into a grisly arena, tainted by the blood of humans. Demons occupied the stands, witnessing the life-and-death struggles of captive human children with delight.
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Within a towering VIP citadel in the coliseum:
"Milord, it appears our enemies are converging upon our location," a sinewy black demon emerged from the shadows, delivering the news.
"How delightful! I was just in the mood for some amusement," the muscular demon with fiery red skin, protruding wings, and a central black horn on its head responded with an evil grin. One could liken it to a winged red lizard exuding an air of menace.
"No, Milord," the shadow demon bowed deeply, "They call themselves 'the resistance.'"
"Oh, those fools!" The red lizard-like demon burst into uproarious laughter. "They have been a thorn in our side for far too long. How delightful that they march to their own demise."
With a flourish of its hand, the VIP room's roof and walls crumbled, revealing a raging tempest outside.
"Soldiers! There are humans outside who dare to believe they can reclaim our once-mighty demon-controlled city. Hahaha, such naivety," the red demon proclaimed, its laughter echoing throughout the coliseum. "They call themselves 'the resistance' and foolishly dare to venture into our territory."
"Go forth, my warriors! Show them the true might of demons, show them why even the gods tremble in our presence. Show them that their 'resistance' is futile." The red demon's voice resonated with dark power as its decree reverberated throughout the land.