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.

let this slide since this

the demons sighed in relief when they heard his

well you do in the war, I'll

delegates hardened. All of them swallowed

the threat from Suriol had worked as their gazes turned sharp. Especially when they were looking at the castle and the orcen army in

do you want us to

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

enthusiasm of the group. He gazed at the vast army in front of

from where you are and intervene if you notice

wings slowly

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

Fwap.

in 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

voice rang through the

all of a sudden, a powerful force erupted from within him. It shot straight toward Silug in a

and as a result, several hundred demons fell from the sky and smashed into the ground. This was all caused by the

"Move away!!"

was subjected to such a terrifying attack, could only watch helplessly from below as

he could do nothing against the attack as

orcs that were next to him felt

as they synchronized the raising of their

"Roooooooar!"

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

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

him began to crack, and the green hue that was emanating from

that was emanating from the runes that were attached to his

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

the ground, the ground beneath him continued to crack and it

"Haaaa!"

once more, a frightening energy started to appear at the very edge of his axe. At this point, the attack that Soriol had launched

"Excuse me!"

front of Silug just as he was about

that he was barely

Boooooom-!

as the dust in the air

"What the..Ukhh!?"

meters back due to

never stopped thinking about the figure that

'What happened?'

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

one hand, blue lightning crackling all around his body, and two majestic yellow eyes that glowed

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

The sight...

became deeply imprinted inside

'Strong...'

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end of the

soft whisper rang in