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

relief when they heard

do in the war, I'll decide whether to kill you

words, the faces of the demon delegates hardened. All of them swallowed a

their gazes turned sharp. Especially when they were looking at

do you want us to

looks of things, it appears as though our enemies are aware of

vast army in front of him with

the situation from where you are and intervene if you

slowly started

previous location and materialized at the

Fwap.

ground below. As he

Silug.

are,

croaky and sinister voice rang through

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

surroundings began to warp, and as a result, several hundred demons fell from the sky and smashed into the ground. This was all caused by the residual demonic energy

"Move away!!"

could only watch helplessly from below as it dove at

could do nothing against the attack as it was simply far

the orcs that were next to him felt completely

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

"Roooooooar!"

to launch an assault with all of his strength. He thrust his head back to glare

won't die until I

crack, and the green hue that was emanating from his body

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

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

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

"Haaaa!"

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

"Excuse me!"

figure suddenly materialized in front of Silug just

that he was

Boooooom-!

last thing that Silug heard was a terrifying explosive sound as the dust in the air rose

"What the..Ukhh!?"

felt his body skid several meters back

stopped thinking about the figure that appeared before him just as Soriol's attack

'What happened?'

seconds for the dust to settle, and by the time it was completely settled, what Silug saw was a set of long hair that swayed lazily in the

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

clothes and his figure both appeared to be in pristine condition despite the powerful explosion

The sight...

deeply imprinted

'Strong...'

***

the other end of

soft whisper rang