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.

speaking for now. I'll let this slide since this isn't too much of

demons sighed in relief

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

the faces of the demon delegates hardened. All of them swallowed a mouthful of saliva as they

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

do you want

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

group. He gazed at the vast army in front of

situation from where you are and intervene if you notice anything out

wings slowly started to

previous location and

Fwap.

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

Silug.

you are,

voice rang through

within him. It shot straight toward Silug in a ruthless manner, moving

demons fell from the sky and smashed into the ground. This was all caused by

"Move away!!"

watch helplessly from

that he could do nothing against the attack as

orcs that were next to him

a single one of them surrendered as they synchronized the raising of their weapons

"Roooooooar!"

brandished his enormous axe and readied himself to launch an assault with all of his strength. He

today, I won't die until I

beneath him began to crack, and the green hue

then mingled with the red hue that was emanating from the runes that were attached to his body,

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

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

"Haaaa!"

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

"Excuse me!"

front of Silug just as he was about

happened so quickly that he was barely able to

Boooooom-!

the dust in the air rose in the air, masking Silug's vision

"What the..Ukhh!?"

skid several meters back

that

'What happened?'

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

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

both appeared to be in pristine condition despite the powerful

The sight...

imprinted

'Strong...'

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