My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 304: Joining the fight

"Sit tight," Asher warned.

The engine thundered, launching the airship from 0 to 500 km/h in under three seconds.

Without the stabilizing runes embedded in the wooden floor, the sudden burst of speed would have sent the occupants flying.

Though for this group, they could have easily withstood it, considering they were all demons from a royal bloodline.

"I'm increasing speed,"

Another jolt rocked the vessel as its velocity surged past 1,235 km/h in mere seconds shattering the sound barrier.

BOOOOOOM!

The speed kept increasing—2,000… 3,000… 4,000… 5,000…

At this speed, no human-made jet fighter could even dream of keeping up.

'Can I push it further?' The thought tempted him—he wanted to test the ship's true limits.

But then he glanced at the passengers.

Too many people were on board, and if the ship exploded, not even he was fast enough to save them all.

He had read plenty about dragons cores generating massive explosions—powerful enough to be used as weapon of mass destruction.

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'Maybe next time.'

On the main deck, Mara was shocked to see the clouds rushing past beneath them at breathtaking speed.

While some demon kings could barely match this velocity, none could sustain it for long—especially at this extreme pace.

And as for demons creating something like this? Well, they did have airships, but those were far slower and less advanced.

"Flying beasts!" she exclaimed, pointing at the swarm of creatures hurtling toward them.

ZZZZZ!

ZZZZZ!

ZZZZZ!

A barrage of beams erupted from the airship, massacring them in an instant—like nothing more than flies

Mara was speechless as she watched it unfold.

She had seen powerful magic before. She had even witnessed demon kings lay waste to armies.

But this… this was different. There was no struggle, no drawn-out battle—just cold, ruthless annihilation.

Her fingers curled into fists as she swallowed hard. If this was just the ship's automated response… what kind of monster was the man commanding it?

She turned around and looked at Asher.

His expression remained unreadable, as if what happened was nothing more than a passing breeze.

A man who could unleash such destruction without a hint of emotion—what else was he capable of?

Meanwhile, Theresa and the rest of the Morningstar family shot Mara a series of looks—some amused, some downright condescending.

It was the kind of expression one might give to a clueless villager seeing the city for the first time.

To them, this wasn't surprising. It wasn't even impressive compared to Asher's other feat.

Lariel leaned over, whispering with a smirk, "First time?"

Mara stiffened, her pride stung.

"Of course not," she shot back.

"Right, right. You just look a little... stiff. Don't worry, it happens to everyone." She leaned in closer, voice dripping with amusement.

She ignored her and glanced at Lucy, now standing beside him.

Jealousy coiled in Mara's chest.

How lucky was she?

To have a man who could provide wealth, security, and power beyond imagination—without even breaking a sweat.

She, on the other hand, had spent years clawing her way through life, always fighting for a sliver of control.

In contrast, she had everything handed to her on a silver platter, effortless and unearned.

Life really wasn't fair.

Ironically, five years ago, he had been the one telling himself the same thing.

Back then, he was the one looking up at untouchable figures, cursing the gap between them.

That they were born lucky, bathed in wealth and privilege, while he had been forced to live in poverty from the moment he took his first breath.

But now? Now, it was everyone else saying it about him—about his strength, his power, and the sheer fortune of those lucky enough to stand beside him.

Funny how life comes full circle.

The thought lingered for a moment before the landscape below continued to changed.

They passed through various landscapes—towering mountains, deep canyons, and sprawling lakes—until they finally reached a vast desert, endless dunes stretching beneath them, golden waves rippling under the harsh sun.

Asher slowed the ship's speed, his eyes locking onto something in the distance.

The sand wasn't just shifting—it was moving, swirling in spirals.

At the center a massive hole yawned open, devouring everything in its path like a black hole.

"Is that the place?"

Lucy nodded. "Yeah. It's the closest gate to the demon world."

"Was it always this big?"

"It wasn't always like this. This gate was barely wide enough for a handful of people to pass through at a time before."

"Now, it's big enough to swallow an entire city block. And it's not just this one. Every gate to the demon world grew bigger after the merged."

"It's feeding on the energy existing on the planet," he blurted out, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the swirling vortex.

"Yes," Lucy nodded. The same theory had been circulating for years, but there was one problem.

If the gate was siphoning energy out of this world, then logically, there should be a decline.

But instead, the opposite was happening.

The energy density had been increasing steadily since the merge, with no signs of slowing down.

Lucy crossed her arms, deep in thought. "It's like a closed loop.

The gate is pulling energy out, but this world is somehow replenishing it even faster."

"Yeah, it's really weird... But for now, let's focus on more important stuff. There's no use talking about it."

Lucy sighed but nodded. He was right. Speculating wouldn't change anything—not when they had more immediate concerns.

Slowly, the airship descended.

The deeper they went, the darker it became, shadows stretching across the ship like grasping fingers.

Just to be safe, he reinforced the ship with multiple barriers—layer upon layer of protective magic sealing around them.

He also instructed everyone to enter the interior of the ship as it would provide more protection.

Lucy told her that it was relatively safe, but they were descending in such a big ship, so anything could happen.

More time passed, and by now, they had been descending for over half an hour.

If he measured the distance from the surface to the planet's core, they should have covered it by now by how fast they were falling.

"How long is this hole?"

Seeing her impatience, Lucy tried to explain, "At our current pace, we should reach the demon world in about three hours."

"I don't have time for that," he muttered.

"What's at the bottom of this thing? Is it solid, or will we directly pass through it?"

"We'll just pass through like a normal portal."

"That's all I need to know," he grabbed the steering wheel and tilting the ship downward.

Then—boom! It flew at an alarming speed, slicing through the air like a falling star.

It was reckless, borderline suicidal, considering he couldn't see what was ahead.

But he decided to trust Lucy's words, and in the off chance they hit something, he was fairly confident in the barriers in place.

After just thirty minutes, he felt a sudden fluctuation in the air.

A bright light flashed for a split second before they were suddenly shot up the tunnel, rocketing toward the surface.

It felt like being trapped inside a bottle of Coke that suddenly got tilted.

The bubbles surged upward, but thankfully, the cap was off, and they exploded out of the bottle.

When their vision adjusted, they found themselves floating in what seemed to be the middle of an ocean, the vast body of water stretching endlessly in every direction.

"This is the demon world?" He raised an eyebrow.

He expected it to be more... impressive and unique.

"Yes, but we need to travel east from here to reach the land," Lucy explained.

Asher paused for a moment and start looking around.

"I don't think we need to go far. They're already greeting us,"

Lucy was confused. She looked around, her eyes scanning the vast ocean and the sky above, but saw no one.

"All of you, come out. I can sense all of you," he roared.

No response.

"Stop playing games, or else."

As he spoke, the ship's magic cannons began to hum.

He pointed them directly at the open air.

CRACK!.

The sky started to shatter and like a mirror it started chirping until it completely collapsed.

What greeted everyone were hundreds of warships all focusing on Asher's group.

Inside, there were at least thousands of demons, including powerful demon kings and even demon lords mingling among the fray.

They didn't look friendly at all—every gaze was filled with bloodlust and malice.

"Are you sure they didn't want war with me?" he asked Mara, his gaze lingered on her, waiting for an answer.

"No, believe me. I didn't know about this," she stammered, her voice rising in panic.

"It doesn't look that way. Well, if it's war they want, then I'll give them one."

"Pantheon, it's time to show them what true power really looks like," he commanded.

"Don't hold back—make your transformation as flashy as it can be."