What Iwan had left behind was an uneven scale.
His arrival and exit, the time in between were enough to leave the soldiers in numbers that easily eclipsed the Benz Ogres.
Before moving ahead to the 1005th row, Iwan glanced back and looked at the shining bronze skins of the demons.
"Benz!? The devilish bastards are really good at copying." Iwan mumbled with a tinge of hatred that had birthed in his mind for the devils.
Before he only wanted to 'act' as an Apostle but after facing the clone of Satan at the devastated plane, Iwan now hated the unholy entities, The Devils.
That went for their spawns too, the demons.
Now, everything was clear to Iwan. He was here to train his sword skills, magic skills, and martial arts.
That was why he was here but now Iwan had another reason to be here.
'I should kill all of them, till not even a single one is left.' Iwan mumbled as he finally started running at the next line of defense.
