"Damn it!"
Duskhand couldn't help but curse. Arthur was the 'Silver Summoner', and while Duskhand had anticipated a summons, this level of power was beyond what he had expected.
His mind began racing. If Arthur summoned these beasts, they would clash with the divine human soldiers, unleashing so much energy that it would be impossible to hide.
The High-Rank demons whose attention the Aramisian forces were desperately trying to avoid would surely notice the commotion.
They would descend upon Cyesera with fury.
And that was exactly what Arthur wanted.
Arthur's grin widened as more beasts materialized from the shimmering silver summoning circle.
|¬godslayers! Heed your Progenitor's call! ¬|
He waved his hands and conjured dozens more with his Anti-Divinity, calling forth over half of the godslayers from Nienope—the ones who responded to his summons.
