"With This Treasure, I Summon an Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga."
Boom!
"Where?"
When Groden finished his words, an explosion swept across the entire wall where the demons were climbing, destroying everything in its path from the foundations.
"Who dares attack me?!" Groden was furious and, without speaking, materialized several shards of ice, exuding a chilling aura.
"It seems you are also a mage. If you bow your head and kill all your followers, you won't die." A faint voice echoed from the depths of a forest.
The Divine General appeared, suppressing the aura of all the demons around. His dazzling presence expelled all the energies from the surroundings.
"Your lord is a king who never leaves his throne. Are you sure he'll win the impending war?" asked the same voice as a corrupted magical attack approached Groden.
"I will kill you and that thing." Groden raised his sword, glaring at the Divine General.
At that moment, just as he was about to conjure another spell, a stifling aura erupted, and a gray sword attack crushed the dark energy.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Damian appeared in the air, his aura weak, giving the impression of fragility, but everyone present knew he was likely the most powerful being among the humans.
"Kill all the demons except Groden; leave him for the end," Damian murmured, and at that moment, his Divine General let out a great roar.
Aaaahhhh!
In simple terms, the scene before everyone calmed down. No human dared to shoot another arrow for fear of disturbing the Emperor they had only heard about in rumors.
Having Damian above them, massacring demons without lifting a finger, was something sublime that none had ever thought they would witness.
"My lord will kill you."
Damian smiled and said, "Your lord is still hiding in the demon castle. I wonder what his reaction will be when one of my toys rains down on him."
"Huh?" Groden wanted to say something, but at that moment, Damian raised his hand, and without warning, a lightning bolt shot out from his finger.
Boom!
The ground before everyone was completely destroyed, creating a massive chasm and leaving everyone stunned.
What just happened?
"I used more force than I should have, damn it. How am I supposed to interrogate him now?" Damian complained, but at that moment, a presence seemed to awaken before him.
'What is that?' Damian didn't feel pressured, but its aura was completely different from the demons here, as if it were corrupted in some way.
Damian was about to attack when, suddenly, Falken, the warlord nicknamed the Silent Sword, knelt and requested, "My lord, let me handle this."
"Only use group combat tactics; retreat if you can't eliminate it," Damian said in a deep voice.
Falken placed his hand on his chest and said, "My victory will be a gift."
'I think it's stronger than you...' Damian thought, looking at the strange demon.
At that moment, on the other side of the battlefield, the Divine General had descended after exterminating all the demons that had tried to escape by flying.
The ground trembled as the Divine General descended onto the battlefield. Everyone felt the air shatter, and in a blink of an eye, Damian's invocation saw how everything was developing in a way he could maintain control.
Boom!
A demon attacked by the Divine General only had time to raise its hands, but its expression changed when that devastating force pushed it back like a meteor crashing into the ground.
The mountain where the demon impacted was split in two by the Divine General. Damian felt his magic draining at a terrifying speed, but knowing all the reserves he had, he did not stop.
'Insignificant...'