The Author's POV

The demon's higher army was made up of one Duke-ranked demon, twenty-seven Marquis-ranked demons, and five hundred Count-ranked demons.

It was a force that should've easily wiped out anything that was on the planet.

They would have conquered the entire planet long ago had the demon's ultimate goal not been to make all orcs their contractees.

Suriol, the Duke-ranked demon in charge of overseeing this planet, was currently floating at the tail end of the army. Behind him were the twenty seven Marquis ranked demons delegates, while the Count ranked demons were at the very front, leading the legion of demons.

"Duke, we have almost arrived."

One of the demon delegates spoke.

Suriol came to a stop in the air and gazed into the distance.

"Hmmm..."

His brows furrowed tightly.

Likewise, the demon delegates came to a halt and turned their heads to look at one another. They found the manner in which Soriol was behaving to be rather peculiar.

"Is there anything that you are displeased with, Duke?"

The demon that had spoken before asked.

Suriol shook his head.

"No."

The demons took a breath of relief.

Suriol was notorious for his impatient and tyrannical nature. One wrong move and they would find themselves dead without knowing how they had died.

His next words, however, brought heavy tension into the air.

"...I just get the distinct impression that there are several powerful figures off in the distance, which the scout report didn't make me aware of at all. If the error was only by a factor of one, I could possibly have let things go; however, for some reason, I get the impression that the number of powerful figures is much greater than what is reported...why is that?"

The demon delegates broke into a cold sweat as they stared into the distance.

Even though he didn't make any outward displays of his anger and didn't say anything to indicate it, everyone understood that Suriol was incredibly angry at that very moment.

He was the sort of demon who was happiest when he was in complete control of everything, so the fact that this chain of events had clearly gone in the opposite direction of what he preferred was very frustrating to him.

For there to be variables that he hadn't thought of...he was clearly displeased.

"How is this possible? ...I'm sure our spies would've noticed if there was someone of that caliber in there."

One of the demons spoke up in shock.

"That's right, if there were this many strong people and we cou..."

The demon stopped halfway through his sentence.

In his sight was Suriol's raised hand, an indication for him to stop speaking.

slide since

demons sighed in relief when they heard

on how well you do in the war, I'll decide whether to kill you or

the faces of the demon delegates hardened. All of them

turned sharp. Especially when they were looking at the castle and the orcen army

you want us

it appears as though our enemies are aware of the fact that we've implanted

at the vast army in

for us to join the conflict. Observe the situation from where

slowly started

he vanished from his previous location and materialized at the very top of the

Fwap.

the air, he produced a massive shadow on the ground below. As he looked around the castle, his eyes eventually settled on a specific individual inside the

Silug.

are, orcen

sinister voice rang through the air

erupted from within him. It shot straight toward Silug in a ruthless manner,

the sky and smashed into the ground. This was all caused by the residual demonic energy that was left over

"Move away!!"

a terrifying attack, could only watch

could do nothing against the attack as it was simply

orcs that were next to him

single one of them surrendered as they synchronized the

"Roooooooar!"

enormous axe and readied himself to launch an assault with all of his strength. He thrust his head back to glare at

die today, I won't die until I at least injure

him began to crack, and the

from the runes that were attached to

Crac...k. Crack! Cra...ck!

his foot against the ground, the ground beneath him continued to crack and it wasn't long before a crater

"Haaaa!"

to appear at the very edge of his axe. At this point, the attack that Soriol had launched against him was only a few meters away, threatening

"Excuse me!"

in front of Silug just as he

so quickly that he was barely able

Boooooom-!

heard was a terrifying explosive sound as the dust in the air rose in the air, masking Silug's vision as well as

"What the..Ukhh!?"

felt his body skid several meters back

spite of that, his mind never stopped thinking about the figure that appeared before him just as Soriol's attack was about

'What happened?'

dust to settle, and by the time it was completely settled, what Silug saw

grasping a long and thick sword with one hand, blue lightning crackling all around his body, and two majestic yellow eyes that glowed a resounding yellow hue

appeared to be in pristine condition despite the powerful explosion that had occurred several seconds

The sight...

became deeply imprinted inside Silug's

'Strong...'

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other end of the

whisper rang in