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

in relief when

the war, I'll decide whether to kill you

demon delegates hardened. All of

worked as their gazes turned sharp. Especially when

want us to

for now. From the looks of things, it appears as though our

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

being; there is no immediate need for us to join the conflict. Observe the situation from where you are and

slowly

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

Fwap.

wings even further in the air, he produced a massive shadow on the ground below. As he looked around the castle, his eyes eventually settled on a

Silug.

are,

and sinister voice rang through the air

force erupted from within him. It shot straight

the 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

"Move away!!"

only watch helplessly from below as it dove

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

that were next to him felt

the raising of their weapons

"Roooooooar!"

were shaken by the tremendous roar that Silug let out. He brandished his enormous axe and readied himself to launch an assault with all of his strength. He thrust his head back

won't die until I at least

and the green

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

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

he continued to pound his foot against the ground, the ground beneath him continued to crack and it wasn't long before a crater formed

"Haaaa!"

once more, a frightening energy started to appear at the very edge of his axe. At this

"Excuse me!"

front of Silug just as he was about to cut

he was barely able to react to

Boooooom-!

terrifying explosive sound as the dust in the air rose in the

"What the..Ukhh!?"

body skid several meters back due to the aftermath

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

'What happened?'

it was completely settled, what Silug saw was a set

with one hand, blue lightning crackling all around his body, and two majestic

to be in pristine condition despite

The sight...

became deeply imprinted inside

'Strong...'

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