It was from above, Frigs instantly looked up and saw a slightly familiar demon in the familiar black uniform, red skin and black hair could be seen. A pair of red wings could be seen as he slowly descended toward the ground.
The dust of steel flying everywhere, forming multiple swords in normal sizes, pointing toward the demon as he finally touched the ground, "I slightly remembered you from the meeting… Now explain yourself, demon!"
By the time the demon's feet were touching the ground, the soldiers have already sheeted their swords into their scabbards and made some space. The demon, expressionlessly, said, "I'm Taraath and I do not wish to fight human,"
Frigs raised one of his brows, slightly confused about the situation, 'Well why the heck did he attack us in the first place then?'
Taraath continued, "I know you have a lot of question. But to put it simply, the main ship… Well, not just the main ship, all the other airships have been replaced by… naïve commanders,"
