Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 54: New Information!

Hydra did not slow down as she descended towards the mines.

Wind screamed past her wings as she cut through the air, emerald scales catching the light as the terrain rushed up to meet them.

The moment her shadow passed over the excavation site, alarms rang out below, crystalline chimes tuned to Light-aspected mana, their pitch sharp and invasive.

The Holy Knights reacted instantly.

Ranks snapped into formation with drilled precision, shields slamming into place, spears and greatswords angling upward. Light flared as enchantments activated in unison, halos of consecrated mana igniting around their armor.

Hydra landed anyway.

The impact was controlled, deliberate. Stone cracked outward in a shallow ring, dust and loose gravel lifting into the air before being crushed flat by the sheer pressure of her presence. S

he lowered herself just enough for Jax to step down, then straightened, wings folding with a deep, predatory sound.

Silence followed from that, a hostile silence filled with tension as the two sides engaged in a stare-off.

Then one of the Knights stepped forward.

His armor was heavier than the rest, etched with layered scripture and runes that glowed faintly gold. A captain, or something close to it. His helm retracted partially, revealing a face twisted with fury rather than fear.

"You," he spat, pointing his blade directly at Jax. "Demon King. Murderer."

Jax’s gaze settled on him, calm and unblinking. "If you’re here to accuse me, you’ll need better words."

The Knight laughed harshly. "Better words? You butchered consecrated Heroes. Chosen champions of the Goddess of Light. Men and women who carried Kayle’s blessing into your foul kingdom."

"You mean the ones who invaded my territory and slaughtered civilians," Jax replied evenly. "Yes. I remember them."

A ripple of anger surged through the formation.

Another Knight shouted, voice echoing through the excavation pit. "You think hiding behind semantics absolves you? We watched them die! Burned by abyssal sorcery! Torn apart by demonic beasts!"

Hydra’s eyes flared, "They died because they were weak."

Light surged as several Knights bristled at that, weapons glowing brighter out of pure anger as they heard that. The captain raised a gauntleted fist, halting them. His eyes never left Jax.

"You thought we wouldn’t respond," he said coldly. "That we’d retreat. That we’d fear you."

Jax tilted his head slightly. "I didn’t think about you at all."

The words hit harder than any insult.

Mana flared violently.

"So be it," the captain snarled. "Formation!"

The ground trembled.

Every Knight slammed their weapon into the earth in perfect synchronization. Golden sigils erupted beneath their feet, concentric circles expanding outward, overlapping, locking together like interwoven gears.

Light surged upward in pillars, forming a massive arcane construct that dwarfed the mine entrance itself.

Jax immediately felt a conceptual pressure wrapping around him, the air feeling heavier while his mana flow slowed down.

Hydra hissed, "That’s not standard Light magic."

"No," Jax agreed quietly.

The Knights began to chant.collectively, their voices merging into a single resonant tone, echoing with divine authority as scripture poured from their lips. The sigils beneath them burned brighter, symbols of judgment, purification, and extermination flaring to life.

The captain spread his arms wide.

"By the will of the Goddess of Light," he intoned, voice amplified unnaturally, "by Kayle, Bringer of Dawn, Judge of the Corrupt, "

~BOOM!~

A blinding flash of gold erupted outward.

Jax felt it hit him like a tide, but demonic authority resisted automatically, layers of power interposing themselves to stop himself from being massively suppressed.

Hydra growled low in her throat, claws digging into stone as she saw what was happening, "They’re weakening you."

"They’re trying," Jax corrected.

The captain smiled grimly as the formation stabilized. "Godly Formation: Radiant Excommunication."

Light chained itself into the space around Jax, invisible bands pressing down on him, attempting to redefine him not as a King, but as a target.

Jax exhaled slowly, an expression of interest forcing in his eyes. He hadn’t heard anything

"They’ve been hiding this," Jax murmured.

Hydra’s eyes narrowed, "Hiding what?"

"Their real strength."

The chant from the Holy Knights shifted as several Knights stepped back, rotating positions seamlessly as the formation evolved. New sigils ignited—older, heavier, etched with battle-worn divinity.

The captain’s voice rang out again. "You thought the Church was weak because we did not march our full might against your fractured kingdom."

Jax looked at him now, truly looking.

"You mistook restraint for incapability," the Knight continued. "The Demon Kingdom was rotting from within. Clans divided. Leadership absent. No reason to reveal our hand."

The ground beneath the formation cracked as light condensed and Jax could feel a presence forming around him, being summoned.

"A summoning," Hydra said sharply. "But not a normal one."

"No," Jax agreed, "An Aspect. Sona told me about these,"

The sigils flared to blinding intensity as the Knights channeled power upward, Light coalescing into a towering shape above the formation. The air distorted, heatless brilliance warping vision as something forced its way into reality.

Wings unfurled first.

Not feathered wings but instead bladed ones. Luminous constructs of sharpened light, each edge inscribed with runes of severance and banishment.

Then the body.

A colossal quadruped form emerged, leonine in structure but forged entirely of divine essence. Its hide was layered with radiant plates, scripture flowing across them like living text.

Its head lifted, revealing a face that was part beast, part judgment—multiple eyes burning with cold, merciless Light.

The earth screamed as it fully manifested. The Knights dropped to one knee as one.

"Behold," the captain said reverently, "the Divine Aspect of Excision."

The beast roared.

Sound became force. The roar tore through the excavation site, pulverizing stone, shattering loose supports, and blasting debris outward in a violent wave. Light surged with it, slamming into Jax like a hammer.

Anti-demonic principles carved into the roar itself, each vibration designed to destabilize abyssal mana, to unravel corruption at a conceptual level.

Hydra snarled, wings flaring defensively. "That thing!"

"is designed to kill demons," Jax finished calmly.

His golden eyes traced the beast, analyzing and dissecting it.

"So this is what you’ve been doing," he murmured. "Stockpiling."

The captain rose slowly, confidence bleeding into his posture now that the Aspect loomed behind him.

"You see it now," he said. "The Church does not rule because of faith alone. The Kingdoms do not fund us blindly."

Light lanced from the Aspect’s eyes, striking the ground inches from Jax’s feet, vaporizing stone into glass.

"We prepared," the captain continued. "While demons squabbled. While false kings rose and fell. While your so-called empire decayed."

Jax’s expression did not change, but internally, he understood.

The Demon Kingdom had been strong on paper. A huge amount of powerful clans, but due to a lack of resources, and the clans being divided and fractured due to constant internal crises, there had been no unified intelligence network.

No reason to believe the Church was hiding weapons of this caliber.

Until now.

"They didn’t show this before," Hydra said through clenched teeth.

"No," Jax replied. "Because they didn’t need to."

The Aspect stepped forward, each movement deliberate, ground cracking beneath its radiant weight. Its gaze locked onto Jax with absolute certainty.

"TARGET ACQUIRED!"

A voice echoed from the Beast.

"EXCISE~PURIFY~ERASE,"

The formation flared again, further tightening the suppression field around Jax. Mana flowed sluggishly now, his authority contested by divine law forcibly imposed on the land.

The captain raised his blade, pointing it forward.

"Demon King Jax," he declared, "by the authority of the Goddess of Light, you are condemned."

"In that case," he said calmly, rolling his shoulders as if loosening stiff muscles, "thank you."

The captain frowned. "For what?"

"For showing me the truth," Jax replied.

Golden light flared in his eyes as he spoke, "That the Church and the Human Kingdoms are far more powerful than they ever let on."

The Aspect roared again, charging.

"And," Jax continued, stepping forward despite the crushing divine pressure, boots grinding against consecrated stone, "that I was right to rebuild the Demon Kingdom from the ground up."

Hydra bared her fangs, mana surging violently around her.

"Because now," Jax said softly, as reality itself seemed to lean toward him, "I know exactly how hard I can hit back."