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.

this slide since this

the demons sighed in relief when they heard

do in the war, I'll decide whether

hardened.

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

want us to

it appears as though our

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

fight for the time being; there is no immediate need for us to join the conflict. Observe the situation from where you are and intervene if you notice anything out of

slowly started

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

Fwap.

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

Silug.

you are,

rang through

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

warp, and as a result, several hundred demons fell from the sky and smashed into the ground. This

"Move away!!"

attack, could only watch helplessly from below as it

just a glance, he could tell that he could do nothing against the attack as it was simply

orcs that were next to him

synchronized the raising of their weapons and prepared

"Roooooooar!"

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

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

began to crack, and the green hue that was

emanating from the runes that were attached to his body,

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

ground, the ground beneath him continued to crack and it wasn't long before

"Haaaa!"

at the top of his lungs once more, a frightening energy started 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 to erase his

"Excuse me!"

just as

quickly that he was barely able to react to

Boooooom-!

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

"What the..Ukhh!?"

several meters back due to the aftermath

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

'What happened?'

the time it was completely settled, what Silug

all around his body, and two majestic yellow eyes that

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

The sight...

imprinted inside Silug's

'Strong...'

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end of

soft whisper rang