But for mortals, these Bazut Demons forming the officer ranks were an absolute nightmare, harbingers of death and nightmarish dreams.
One should know that this was just the most ordinary infantry battalion of the Empire. Aside from their battalion chief who carried the Dragon Vein, everyone else was a plain mortal who had only been through military training.
Adrowell had experienced over a dozen demon invasions. The mortal armies of those nations would almost instantly collapse upon facing demons of this caliber, utterly devoid of any will to fight back.
With merely a gesture, these Bazut Demons could claim the lives of mortals, slaughtering armies of a thousand was nothing more than a daily routine for them.
And yet, this army had managed to contend with demons using their mortal bodies, not just relying on superior weapons but also on their indomitable will.
As he pondered, Adrowell suddenly heard the voice of Jennies from behind him.
