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.

now. I'll let this slide since this isn't

demons sighed in relief when

do in the war, I'll decide whether

of the demon delegates hardened.

as their gazes turned sharp. Especially when they were looking at the castle and the orcen

you want us to

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

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

immediate need for us to join the conflict. Observe the situation from where you are and intervene if you notice anything out of place. If not, remain

wings slowly

pressing his foot into the air, he vanished from his previous

Fwap.

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

Silug.

are, orcen

croaky and sinister voice rang through the

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

was so great that the surroundings began to warp, and as a result, several hundred demons fell from the sky and smashed into the

"Move away!!"

who was subjected to such a terrifying attack, could only watch helplessly

he could tell that he could do nothing against the attack as it was simply far above his

were next to him felt

of them surrendered as they synchronized the raising of their weapons and prepared to

"Roooooooar!"

himself to launch an assault with all of his strength. He thrust his

I die today, I won't die until I

him began to crack, and the green hue that

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

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

continued to pound his foot against the ground, the ground beneath him

"Haaaa!"

appear at the very edge of his axe. At

"Excuse me!"

figure suddenly materialized in front of Silug just as he was about to cut with his

quickly that he was barely able to react

Boooooom-!

in the air rose in the air, masking Silug's vision as well as the vision of

"What the..Ukhh!?"

body skid several meters back

that appeared

'What happened?'

the time it was completely settled, what Silug

was 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 stood in front

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

The sight...

imprinted inside

'Strong...'

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