But a week later, the Lord of Glory army, twice as many as before, struck again, catching them off guard.
The demons paid a price to deal with them all, thinking that this time they would finally stop.
However, another week passed, and these chaotic armies not only did not decrease but instead returned with double the size, showing a fearlessness in the face of death that surpassed their previous encounters.
The demons were bewildered, somewhat frantic. Were these human armies unafraid of death?!
"Yesterday, I stole a squadron of winged demons and exchanged them for a large amount of resources from the elves. It's enough to replenish the lost troops and make a profit. It feels so damn good!"
"The elves may be annoying, but they're still generous. It would have been better if we had been allowed to go earlier instead of waiting until so many legions had awakened."
