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.

slide

sighed in relief when they heard his

well you do in the war, I'll decide whether

the demon delegates hardened.

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

do you want us to

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

the vast army in front of him with a dispassionate

need for us to join the conflict. Observe the situation from where you are and intervene if you notice anything

slowly

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

Fwap.

produced a massive shadow on the ground below. As he

Silug.

you are, orcen

sinister voice rang through the air like

a powerful force erupted from within

from the sky and smashed into the ground. This was all caused by the residual demonic energy that was

"Move away!!"

to such a terrifying attack, could only watch helplessly from below

that he could do nothing against the attack as it was simply far above

next to him

not a single one of them surrendered as they synchronized the raising of their weapons and prepared to defend their

"Roooooooar!"

launch an assault

die until

and the green hue that was emanating from his body began to rapidly

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

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

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

"Haaaa!"

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!"

Silug just as he was

that he was barely able to react to

Boooooom-!

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

"What the..Ukhh!?"

meters back due to the aftermath of

thinking about the figure that appeared before

'What happened?'

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

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

enough, his clothes and his figure both appeared to be in pristine condition despite the powerful explosion that had occurred several

The sight...

imprinted

'Strong...'

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