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

in relief

in the war,

he uttered those words, the faces of the demon delegates hardened. All of them swallowed a mouthful of saliva

worked as their gazes turned sharp. Especially when they were looking at the

you want us to do,

of things, it appears as though our enemies are aware of the fact that

enthusiasm of the group. He gazed at the vast army in front of him with a dispassionate and

the conflict. Observe the situation from where you are and intervene if you notice anything out of place. If not, remain put while I take care of the orcen

slowly started

he vanished from his previous location

Fwap.

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

Silug.

are,

and sinister voice rang through the air like a

powerful force erupted from within him. It shot straight toward Silug in a

several hundred demons fell from the sky and smashed into the ground. This was all caused by the residual demonic energy that was left over from

"Move away!!"

only watch helplessly from below as it

could do nothing against the attack

that were next to

not a single one of them surrendered as they synchronized the raising of their weapons and prepared

"Roooooooar!"

the tremendous roar that Silug let out. He brandished his enormous axe and readied himself to launch an assault with all of his strength. He thrust his head back to glare at Soriol and shouted with everything he had in

die until I

to crack, and the green hue that

that was emanating from the runes that were attached to his body, giving it a

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

ground beneath him continued to crack and it wasn't long before a crater

"Haaaa!"

at the very edge of his axe. At this point, the attack that Soriol had launched against

"Excuse me!"

silhouetted figure suddenly materialized in front of Silug just as he was about to

he was barely able to react to

Boooooom-!

as the dust in the air rose in

"What the..Ukhh!?"

body skid several meters back due

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

'What happened?'

a few seconds for the dust to settle, and by the time it was completely settled, what Silug saw was

and two majestic yellow eyes that glowed a resounding yellow hue stood

that wasn't enough, his clothes and his figure both appeared to be in pristine

The sight...

became deeply imprinted

'Strong...'

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the other end

rang in