The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 73: Chapter 71: Sponsoring Annabelle

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Chapter 71: Sponsoring Annabelle PancakesWitch ----- Heisenberg and the rest of the Dawn of a New World watched the scene surrounding the Stronghold City with smiles on their faces. A red jewel incrusted on their leader’s right hand, which was surrounded by black and red tattoos that spread across his entire arm and reached his chest and eyes, which glowed with a bright red light emanating a powerful, demonic energy. “It seems that the Demonic Core works as intended." The voice of Beelzebub spoke behind Heisenberg, in the form of a phantasmal, shadowy manifestation. “With the death of Berith, I was able to absorb yet another large quantity of demon energy through our contract... The contract simply stated that they would give me all their leftover energy if their manifestations were to be defeated, but none of them thought it would actually happen.” "It looks like such a strategy ended up speeding up our plans even more.” Shade smiled. "However, boss, are you sure these things are the correct way of showing your own point of view?” “Certainly, throwing giant golems at them is not the correct way." Laughed their silver-eyed leader. “Yet, I couldn’t help it; I wanted to try out these powers a bit more. Don’t worry, I don’t intend to destroy the city. After all, it is named Stronghold for a good reason, is it not? This is just a little taste of what’s to come.” His silver eyes, now turned red, glanced at the distant city as five gigantic golems, made out of combined abandoned buildings and Demonite Crystals, began smashing the gigantic walls surrounding the city. The magic walls were unleashing powerful shockwaves of Mana and constantly attempting to regenerate their barriers, but the golems were too powerful; their attacks were constantly causing more and more damage, which the walls were unable to repair on time. “I wouldn’t mind if a few of those mortals died agonizingly! More energy for me—I mean, for us.” Beelzebub laughed evilly. “Once we can harbor enough power, the manifestation of the Demon Castle will be completely recreated. And when that happens, nothing will be able to stop me; this world will be mine. And the Constellations will have to accept that fact as they groan in frustration over their own pathetic defeat! The history of humanity will soon end! And a new era for us, Demons, shall begin! At long last... at long last! I will bring my kin back to the glory we once held before those damned Celestials crushed it all into smithereens." With deep resentment, Beelzebub celebrated. Once and for all, he held hope. The hope that the Demons would finally have a victory, a hope that they would finally be able to claim a new world and begin their history once more. The Archdemons, although strong, were traitors similar to Constellations, who no longer cared over their own kin. But the Apostles, or, well, some of them, were much different. "Hehehe, it sounds like it’s going to be a lot of fun!” Roy giggled. “I can’t wait~” Evelyn smiled. “The end of human civilization as a whole... Our goal is finally within our grasp.” Gustavo said it with a serious and stoic expression. “Heisenberg, what about your sister? Is Annabelle okay?” Scarlet wondered. “Did she…?” “Hm? Oh…” Their leader quickly remembered Annabelle. “Hmm, I can’t sense her demonic presence anymore. But I can guess she’s already done with those flies. She’s probably roaming somewhere. She’ll come back to us eventually. She always does, like the little dog she is.” “Yeah, don’t worry about her, Scarlet~ She’s a monster all of her own anyways.” Laughed Roy. “I see…” Scarlet sighed, hiding the pain in her heart. Remembering Anna’s smile and charisma and how much Jack loved his little sister only made her feel even more pain and regret. "Is she really... gone?" She wondered. . . . (Anna’s POV) Just after we finally came back home to safety with every survivor, more problems arose. As if the plot of this world couldn’t let me take a small rest at all, giant golems the s