Without wasting a second and not caring about alerting the cultists, he turned to his army. His voice, loud enough to reverberate in a one-kilometer radius, thundered next.
"Move as a wall and protect the one standing next to you. We accept no surrender and take no prisoners. Obliterate those bastards!"
The army's fierce roars echoed his words as the demons struck their breastplates. The sound of their fists striking the chitin made the air tremble as their eyes flashed with eagerness and violence.
Even when their demonic essence raged in their eyes, they moved to create a tight line and took one step at a time.
They slowly approached the cultist's tower like a moving wall about to collapse on their enemies.
Adam nodded in satisfaction at the almost simultaneous noise their powerful stomps produced.
'Looks like we shouldn't have too much trouble cleaning the place with how well Garduck trained them. Still, I can't drop my guard.'
