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

in relief when they heard his

the war, I'll decide whether to kill you

he uttered those words, the faces of the demon delegates hardened. All of them swallowed

turned sharp. Especially when they were looking at the castle and the orcen army in

you want us

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

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

no 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,

slowly started

the air, he vanished from his previous

Fwap.

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

Silug.

are,

sinister voice rang through the air

a sudden, a powerful force erupted from within him. It

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

"Move away!!"

only watch helplessly from

he could do nothing

next to him felt completely

as they synchronized the raising of their weapons and prepared to defend their lives at all

"Roooooooar!"

an assault with all

die today, I won't die

the ground beneath him began to crack, and the green hue that was emanating from his body began to

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

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

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

"Haaaa!"

his axe. At this point, the attack

"Excuse me!"

front of Silug just

was barely able to

Boooooom-!

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

"What the..Ukhh!?"

meters back

figure that appeared before him just as Soriol's attack was about to hit

'What happened?'

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

crackling all around his body, and two majestic yellow eyes that glowed a resounding yellow hue stood in front of

that wasn't enough, his clothes and his figure both appeared to be in pristine condition despite the powerful explosion that had occurred several seconds

The sight...

deeply imprinted inside Silug's

'Strong...'

***

end of the

whisper rang in