Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 614 A Mass Kidnapping

While Sloth uttered those words, the faces of everyone shifted into puzzled looks.

Lord 11 rose to his feet and inquired with respect: "King Sloth, wasn't it you who summoned us all for this gathering? Each of us got direct commands from you."

"Indeed, my lord, why would we trouble you? We manage most matters on our own; we even pulled everyone back to this realm from beyond because you ordered it." Another demon lord added.

Confusion gripped them all, including the demons who had been lurking among humans and various other races—they'd been hastily recalled, leaving the demon realm overflowing with demons now.

"What?! Are you fools messing with me? Have you forgotten my wrath, or do I need to devour one of you as a reminder?" Sloth slammed the armrest in fury, causing it to shatter explosively.

The demon lords went completely quiet at once; it was clear Sloth wasn't kidding around.

If neither they nor the king had summoned this assembly, then precisely who had gathered them all here, and by what means?

"What's happening here? You lot better not be fooling around, or I swear—" Sloth's threat hung in the air when the rhythmic sound of footsteps began to resound.

Every eye turned toward the doorway, where a shadowy figure emerged.

"Who goes there?" Sloth squinted his eyes, though his layers of fat made it hard to open them much.

Moments later, a stunning fox demon stepped into view before the assembly.

"Greetings, all of you—it was I who brought you here." A subtle smile played on her lips as she scanned the gathered demons.

There had been a time when she was coerced into wedding that swine due to Raelion's harlot of a mother.

Yet now, her power had surged to a level where she could slaughter them all in mere instants.

She felt immense gratitude for Vritra's presence in her world; without him, she might have chosen death over binding herself to that oaf Ziggy.

"Who might you be—ah, I believe I recall you now. Aren't you the young lady from Raelion's lineage? One of my boys was quite taken with you long ago." After a pause, Sloth identified Maeve.

But every demon gazed in captivation at the extraordinarily ravishing demoness; they'd never laid eyes on such a captivating being.

Her allure outshone that of any lord by far.

Though many had glimpsed her in the past, when she was already quite lovely, the demoness standing there now was overwhelmingly enchanting.

"Whoa, is that truly Maeve? How did she turn so stunning?" One demon lord whispered in awe.

"I think I'm smitten; she's scorching hot!"

The entire group watched as the demoness glided into the chamber.

"Maeve, is it? So you organized this meeting? What's your aim—no, wait, I've heard you're behind the demise of one of my sons.

That's a capital offense, but should you consent to wed me, I'll overlook it." Even Sloth struggled to avert his scarcely open eyes from the mesmerizing demoness; her presence was irresistibly tempting.

The fox demoness appeared mischievous, sly, and utterly enchanting.

Once inside the hall, Maeve surveyed the room until her eyes settled on the massive lump of blubber who'd just suggested marriage.

Her face twisted immediately into revulsion.

"You swine of a father and son—did someone steal every mirror from your lair, or has no glass been forged large enough for your bulk?

Your foul odor has turned this whole realm reeking." She wrinkled her nose; merely glancing at the enormous hog made her eyes itch with filth.

Turning to the rest of the demons, she disregarded the stunned, desirous, and enraged pig and declared: "Yes, I am the one who convened this gathering.

And I'm granting you ten seconds: all of you, yield and drop to your knees."

BOOM

The remaining armrest burst apart too, Sloth's flab quivering as he bellowed in rage: "Insolent wench, you dare scorn the notion of wedding this king?! Excellent, you've provoked me now—regardless, you'll become my bride at once."

"Hahaha, did you catch her words? She demands we all kneel and submit? Just her alone?"

"She delivered it with such gravity too; still, what a shame that pi—er, our king claims this gem. I'd sacrifice it all for a shot at her hand."

Laughter erupted among the demons; they dismissed her warning entirely.

Several even leaped up, eager to curry favor with the obese king by seizing her and offering her up.

They'd relish any opportunity to brush against her, swallowing hard at the sight of her lithe, creamy limbs.

"Come on, little miss, just surrender. It's futile to—" More than ten surged ahead, minds aligned in their greed.

Even grazing her fingers would mark a pinnacle triumph for them.

Maeve's stare locked onto the bloated demon; their crude remarks didn't stir her ire—they were mere insects.

Why waste fury on pests that could be squashed without effort?

"I offered you a chance." She sighed softly.

As the cluster of demon lords barreled toward her, Sloth yelled for them to halt, aware of their base urges.

Maeve's allure was so potent that lust had erased all else from their thoughts.

Right as Sloth prepared to strike, a rosy mist billowed outward from Maeve in every direction, and then…

BOOM BOOM BOOM

One by one, the heads of the demon lords within the hall detonated in a cascading blast.

Every one of the hundred demon lords suffered head explosions, spraying gore everywhere as chunks of brain and shards of bone scattered wildly.

Sloth alone remained untouched; all other demons' heads had burst.

Naturally, they weren't dead yet.

"W-What-?!!" Sloth went rigid in horror and terror—how could she wield such might?

As the haze of desire cleared, a crucial memory resurfaced for him.

Who was Maeve truly bound to? Wasn't it that demon presumed slain in the conflict?

But fresh reports revealed Vritra's return, with a brutal purge of numerous Golden Moon affiliates.

"I-Is he present as well?" His eyes bulged; his pulse nearly halted as he swallowed nervously.

Maeve was already formidably potent—if that fiend lurked nearby too, then—

The demon lords' forms collapsed bonelessly; their heads mended at a frantic pace, yet paralysis gripped them fully.

A wave of terror flooded their minds, and many recalled her partner's identity.

STEP STEP

At that instant, soft footfalls rang out, followed by a horrifying aura that swallowed the whole hall.

The mighty, arrogant demon lords teetered on the brink of unconsciousness from it alone, until a fearsome shape materialized.

Prominent horns protruded from his skull, and a multicolored blaze flickered around his frame; his features had altered since those days.

But…

"I-It’s him!! That's Vritra Arclis!!" Sloth cried out, the war's recollections haunting him like endless nightmares.

Panic seized all the demons; they yearned to flee—they'd even lusted after his mate and spouted such nonsense.

What doom loomed for them?

Vritra halted next to Maeve, drawing her near with an arm encircling her waist, and said: "Are you all set for a mass abduction?"

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