My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Chapter 330 Surrender or Die

The sandstorm created by the explosions of the attacks swept across the battlefield. The soldiers shielded their faces with their arms, fearing the sharp sting of the scattered sand.

After a while, the storm gradually subsided, eventually fading away completely.

Valen lowered his arm and noticed that the mysterious mist had vanished entirely.

A satisfied smile slowly spread across his face as he sank back onto the sand, breathing heavily.

"It worked... I didn't expect our attacks to actually disperse that mist,"

he muttered in awe, his surprise barely contained.

His gaze shifted to Leon, now filled with a new sense of wonder, as if seeing him for the first time.

Not only had he found a way to defeat the mysterious monsters earlier, but this Demon Emperor had also solved the problem of the terrifying mist.

For the first time, Valen felt a flicker of admiration for the man he also considered his greatest enemy.

"Is this the power of the Demon Emperor of this era? How can he be so powerful and knowledgeable?"

Valen wondered inwardly, doubt creeping into his thoughts.

Fighting an enemy who was merely strong might have still stirred his bravery and fearlessness. But facing one who was not only powerful but also wise posed a far greater problem.

After all, such an enemy was extremely dangerous, and Valen had no confidence in his ability to defeat someone like that.

Meanwhile, Luna, who had witnessed the mist dissipate, shared Valen's sense of relief.

"I can't believe we actually succeeded... This is such a relief,"

she muttered softly, collapsing onto the sand.

She was panting heavily, her face pale from exhaustion. In the last attack, she had drained nearly a quarter of her holy power. The energy spent was immense, leaving her body tense and worn.

"Hahaha! The mist is completely gone!" One of humanity's soldiers exclaimed with a joyful laugh.

He was one of the unlucky ones who had nearly been consumed by the mysterious mist earlier, but thankfully, he had survived just in time before it could engulf him.

"Damn! I almost got caught by that damn mist too!" a demon soldier nearby shouted.

In an instant, the tense atmosphere of the battlefield shifted to one of laughter and relief, as the soldiers released the fear that had gripped them.

From the appearance of the strange monsters to the arrival of the eerie mist, they had been trapped in a deep sense of dread.

Both occurrences had felt utterly bizarre, unlike anything they had ever encountered. Now, thankfully, everything had come to an end, with no signs of the strange phenomena remaining.

While the soldiers reveled in their victory, Leon stayed vigilant, his narrowed eyes scanning the battlefield for any potential threats—especially something akin to the devouring abyss mist from before.

"It seems the danger has passed, master," Miranda's soft voice came from behind him. "I've thoroughly checked the battlefield, and there are no signs of danger."

Upon hearing that, Leon took a deep breath and relaxed his grip on the hilts of the Great Sword of Chaos and the Holy Sword of Zenith.

"Does that mean the Evil God didn't emerge?" Leon asked softly, glancing at Miranda.

A gentle smile curved on Miranda's lips as she shook her head slightly.

"As I mentioned before, the seal confining the Evil God is very strong. There's no way he could break free so quickly," Miranda replied calmly, then added, "The incidents earlier were likely just small tricks he could manage from his sealed state. So, there's no need to worry."

Her words finally put Leon at ease, and he let out a relieved sigh.

"Thank you for your help, Miranda. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to solve those problems," Leon said earnestly.

Miranda placed her hands behind her back and shook her head with a light giggle.

"You don't need to thank me, master. I'm just happy to help you in any way I can," Miranda replied softly.

She stepped closer to him and gently placed her index finger to Leon's lips.

"So, don't hesitate to ask for my help when you need it, okay?" Miranda winked and smiled warmly.

*Badump!*

Suddenly, Leon's heart skipped a beat at the sight of Miranda's enchanting smile, his gaze unfocused as if utterly captivated by her charm.

Miranda noticed Leon's dazed look and, slightly puzzled, cupped his cheeks with her palms.

"Master, why do you look so dazed?" She inquired with concern, instantly snapping Leon out of his trance.

"Ahem! I'm fine," Leon replied, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

"Really?" Miranda asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, of course," Leon answered, trying to sound composed, as if nothing had happened.

He couldn't possibly admit the truth—that he had been completely mesmerized by her smile. How could he maintain his image as a cool, composed master if she found out?

Though Miranda still felt suspicious, she chose not to press the issue any further.

"In that case, I should return to my place immediately. Sustaining this form outside has really drained my energy," Miranda said, stretching her graceful, curvaceous body with a soft sigh.

Despite the loose purple gown she wore, the contours of her figure—her huge breasts and slender waist—were impossible to conceal.

Leon couldn't help but think that if the soldiers saw Miranda now, they would likely have nosebleeds, and their excitement would be hard to hide. Thankfully, Miranda was invisible to everyone except him, her master.

Leon quickly masked his awkwardness, clearing his throat softly and offering a casual smile.

"Alright," he replied, giving a small nod.

Miranda smiled warmly and was about to leave, but then paused, as if remembering something.

"By the way, Master, there's something I forgot to mention," she said, her expression turning serious. "Although the seal binding the Evil God remains strong and it's unlikely he'll break free soon, your time is limited. I estimate the seal will fully weaken within five to seven years. By then, you must have resolved the issues with the hidden races, united them, and prepared yourself to face him."

The smile on Leon's lips instantly faded, replaced by a serious expression that gradually deepened.

"Is the time really that short?" he asked cautiously.

"Yes, Master. Time is indeed short," Miranda replied softly. "After all, the seal has lasted over 7,000 years, and now it is severely weakened."

Leon fell silent for a moment, lost in thought. Five to seven years might seem like a long time, but in reality, it was not enough for the kind of preparation he needed.

There were many challenges ahead: resolving the issue with the hidden races, uniting them, and most importantly, training until his strength matched that of an evil god. None of that could be accomplished in just a few months or years.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Leon took a deep breath, his expression slowly returning to its usual calm. He nodded firmly, determination clear in his eyes.

"Alright, I'll give it my all," Leon said calmly, his gaze burning with resolve.

Seeing the fire in his eyes, Miranda smiled sweetly and nodded slowly.

"Good spirit, Master. You truly deserve to be the Fated One," she praised softly.

With that, her body began to fade into purple light, slowly flying into Leon's forehead before disappearing entirely.

Witnessing Miranda's disappearance, Leon took a deep breath before turning to the soldiers, still caught up in their joy.

"Now that the threat of the monsters and the Devouring Abyss mists has been dealt with, it's time to bring this to an end,"

Leon murmured in a cold tone.

He turned his head toward Valen and Luna, sitting a few meters away on the sand, his gaze sharp and indifferent, before walking toward them.

Both Valen and Luna, still recovering, sensed Leon's approach.

They looked up simultaneously, meeting Leon's gaze. Valen's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure crossing his face.

Just as Valen opened his mouth to speak, Leon's hand shot up, pointing the Great Sword of Chaos forward. The sharp blade halted just inches from Valen's face.

Valen's eyes widened in surprise, his fury beginning to surface.

"What do you mean?" Valen inquired coldly, gripping the Soaring Dragon Holy Spear tightly.

Leon smiled coldly and responded indifferently, "If you're asking what I mean, isn't it obvious? We're still at war, and it's only natural for me to act accordingly, isn't it?"

Leon's calm response took Valen and Luna by surprise. In that moment, they were reminded that they were enemies of the figure standing before them—the Demon Emperor.

Humanity's soldiers near Leon were also stunned by his words. They suddenly realized that they were still at war with the demon army.

A few meters away from Leon, a human soldier glared coldly at his back. With swift movement, he rose to his feet, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

His face flushed with anger as he charged at Leon, raising his sword high.

"Die!" he shouted, eager for the strike.

Just as the sword was about to strike Leon, a shadow flashed by, stopping suddenly beside the soldier.

The shadow—revealed to be Kaelen—immediately raised his sword against the human soldier.

*Clang!*

Kaelen's sword effortlessly deflected the soldier's strike, leaving the soldier stunned and speechless.

"How could—" Before the soldier could recover, Kaelen spun and delivered a horizontal slash to his stomach.

"Argh!"

the soldier cried out in pain, collapsing with a fatal wound.

Kaelen gave him a cold, unflinching look, then turned his gaze to the surrounding human soldiers, his sword raised with quiet confidence.

"If anyone dares to step forward, I will kill you," Kaelen declared, his voice casual but lethal.

Seeing this, humanity's soldiers erupted in fury, rising to their feet with weapons in hand.

"Attack the demons!"

one soldier shouted loudly.

Not to be outdone, a demon soldier bellowed in response, "

Finish off those damned humans!"

With these cries, the armies of humanity and demons clashed once again. The previously calm battlefield descended into chaos.

Amid the turmoil, Valen turned to Leon with a cold, seething gaze, his teeth clenched tightly.

*Boom!*

Holy power erupted from Valen's body, his aura surging to its peak once more. Just as he prepared to launch an attack, a surge of chaos power burst from Leon's body, instantly suppressing Valen's holy power.

"What!? How—" Valen began, but his words were cut short as a crushingly powerful pressure descended on him.

In an instant, he collapsed onto the sand, his body immobilized, unable to move even a finger.

Luna, stunned by the overwhelming display, instinctively reached for her bowstring, but a similarly oppressive force pinned her down.

Her face turned pale as she glared at Leon, her eyes filled with hatred.

Unfazed by the gaze, Leon calmly raised the Great Sword of Chaos, its tip glowing with a purplish-black light.

*Whoosh!*

The light shot into the sky, spreading rapidly over the battlefield like an ominous wave.

Within seconds, a crushing pressure blanketed humanity's soldiers, including Rain and Natasya at the battlefield's edge, forcing them to their knees, unable to move.

Leon's voice thundered across the battlefield, cold and commanding: "Surrender or die."