Cucking The Demon King
Chapter 111: Weak?

Chapter 111: Weak?

Lela struggled to push herself up, but her body refused to move. Pain pulsed through her limbs, her head spinning from the brutal impact.

The beasts were getting closer. Their deep growls rumbled through the air, their red lightning crackling ominously.

She clenched her teeth, trying to force her body to respond. Move... move! she screamed at herself, but nothing happened.

One of the creatures suddenly lunged at her.

Lela’s breath hitched.

It was too fast.

The beast’s massive body filled her vision, its jaws wide open, fangs glistening as it prepared to tear into her—

But then—

A small golden portal materialized in front of her.

Lela barely had time to process what was happening before a thin golden slash shot out from within.

The attack was so fast it left an afterimage in the air.

The beast didn’t even have time to react.

The golden slash tore through its head effortlessly, cleaving it into two equal halves.

A sickening squelch echoed through the street as the beast’s massive body collapsed onto the ground with a loud thud.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the pavement a deep crimson.

Lela’s eyes widened in shock.

’What... just happened?’ she thought, barely able to believe what she had seen.

The remaining beasts froze for a moment, their glowing eyes shifting toward the golden portal.

And then—

Another slash shot out.

This time, the attack moved horizontally, slicing through two of the creatures in an instant. Their bodies fell to the ground with heavy thuds, lifeless.

Lela’s breath came in shallow gasps.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

She had been seconds away from death, but then—

This.

Emerald... the Holy Knight?! She thought, her heart pounding in disbelief.

The portal began to expand, its golden hue bathing the battlefield in a warm, almost divine light. The energy rolling off it was unlike anything Lela had ever felt before—calm yet powerful, overwhelming yet controlled.

The demonic beasts faltered, their growls turning into hesitant snarls. They could sense it too—an authority that made even their monstrous instincts scream at them to back away.

Then, someone stepped out.

The moment the figure emerged, Lela found herself momentarily stunned.

The woman was breathtaking.

Long, flowing black hair cascaded down her back in smooth, silky waves, reflecting the golden light like strands of midnight woven with starlight. Her deep blue eyes, as brilliant as the purest sapphires, carried an intensity that could pierce through one’s very soul.

Her face was flawless—delicate yet strong, exuding a natural elegance that seemed almost unreal. Smooth, unblemished skin, sculpted cheekbones, and full, enticing lips added to her mesmerizing beauty.

And then there was her body.

Even through the plain, modest clothes she wore, her curves were undeniable. A perfect hourglass figure—narrow waist, wide hips, and a generous bust that threatened to strain against the fabric of her top. Every movement she made was fluid, effortless, filled with an innate grace that only added to her allure.

Lela had always considered herself confident in her looks, but next to Emerald, she felt utterly overshadowed.

The Holy Knight didn’t just look divine—she felt divine.

Emerald’s sharp blue eyes scanned the battlefield before finally landing on Lela.

"You’re really careless," she said, her voice smooth and controlled, yet carrying an unmistakable air of authority.

Cynthia flinched at the words, her body still aching from the brutal attack she had just suffered.

Lela, on the other hand, didn’t even care that she was being scolded.

Emerald was here.

Relief surged through her, pushing aside the fear that had gripped her heart moments ago.

The demonic beasts, who had been hesitating before, finally seemed to shake off their fear. Their growls deepened, their muscles tensed, and the energy crackling around them surged as they prepared to attack again.

Emerald, however, remained completely calm.

With a small sigh, she raised her hand.

Golden light gathered at her fingertips, swirling and condensing into something brilliant and powerful.

The battle wasn’t over yet.

"Hahaha!" A deep chuckle echoed through the air.

It came from the dark silhouette in the distance.

Slow, amused, and dripping with mockery, the sound sent a shiver down Lela’s spine.

She glanced at Emerald, expecting some kind of reaction from the Holy Knight, but the woman didn’t even flinch.

Her sharp blue eyes remained fixed ahead, her grip on her sword firm.

The shadowy figure tilted his head. "How amusing. I didn’t think you’d show up, Mrs Knight."

Lela tensed at the way he said it. The title felt like an insult coming from his mouth.

The figure let out a short laugh. "Do you really think you can do anything? You should’ve stayed out of this."

His words held a certain weight, like he wasn’t just mocking her—he genuinely believed it.

As if responding to his confidence, the remaining beasts let out deafening growls.

Then they charged at her, growling in anger.

The sound of their terrifying growls echoed in the air, scaring those who heard it.

Even a normal warrior would’ve been overwhelmed, however, Emerald was anything but normal.

She raised her hand, and a golden portal shimmered into existence beside her.

Just as the first beast lunged—

A second portal appeared above it.

Her arm shot through the portal at her side—

And emerged from the one above the beast.

Her sword was already in motion.

The creature didn’t even have time to react. Its head was severed clean from its body before its lifeless form crashed onto the ground with a heavy thud.

The others snarled and pounced.

More portals shimmered around Emerald, blinking into existence as if they had always been there.

A beast lunged from her right—

She slashed through a portal at her left, and the attack came from behind the creature instead.

Its throat was sliced open before it could even process what had happened.

Another beast tried to attack from behind—

But a portal opened behind it, and Emerald’s foot shot through, kicking the monster so hard that its skull cracked against the pavement.

It fell limp in an instant.

Lela and Cynthia watched in stunned silence.

It was like Emerald was fighting from every direction at once.

She didn’t even need to move much.

Her portals did everything for her.

She would slash in one direction, and the attack would emerge from another portal, cutting down a beast several meters away.

She would kick at the air, and the impact would strike a monster at its blind spot.

At one point, she merely pointed at a beast. A golden portal opened right in front of it—

And another one appeared right in its path, forcing the monster to charge straight into its own death.

It was brutal. Efficient. Almost effortless.

But then—

The sky lit up.

Lela felt it before she saw it—the shift in the air, the familiar pulse of holy magic.

And then—

A rain of glowing swords appeared in the sky.

Hundreds of them.

Hanging ominously in the air, their golden light bathed the battlefield in an eerie glow.

Lela and Cynthia’s eyes widened in realization.

They knew who this was.

And then, as if answering an unseen command—

The swords fell.

Like a divine judgment descending from the heavens, they rained down upon the remaining beasts.

The creatures howled in agony as the blades impaled them, piercing through their thick hides as if they were made of paper.

Blood splattered across the ground, the scent of iron thick in the air.

The battle was over.

Silence settled.

Lela let out a shaky breath.

She knew that magic.

There was only one person who could command holy blades like that.

Her lips parted, and she muttered the name with relief.

"...Elsa."

As soon as she spoke, a soft glow illuminated the sky.

Lela blinked, her breath catching as she looked up.

A girl floated in the air, standing effortlessly atop what seemed to be a golden shield.

Her long blue hair shimmered under the light, cascading down her back like silk.

She was slender, her delicate frame almost giving her an ethereal appearance.

But what stood out the most was her beauty.

Her features were almost unnaturally perfect—sharp, yet soft at the same time.

Her skin was smooth, like the surface of the finest porcelain, and her bright blue eyes gleamed with an unmistakable sense of authority.

Even amidst the carnage of battle, she looked untouched—like someone who belonged in a palace, not a battlefield.

She descended gracefully, the golden shield vanishing beneath her feet the moment she touched the ground.

She landed beside Emerald, her gaze sweeping over the field of dead beasts.

Then she scoffed.

"Pathetic," she muttered, crossing her arms.

Her golden eyes turned toward Lela and Cynthia, scrutinizing them.

"How could you let such weak beasts reduce you to this pitiful state?" She asked, clicking her tongue in annoyance.

Lela flinched, her grip on her daggers tightening.

Shame burned in her chest.

She lowered her head, turning away from Elsa’s piercing gaze.

’Weak?’ She thought bitterly.

Those monsters were anything but weak.

Elsa was just too strong.