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.
