Asmodeus remained silent for several moments, his eyes fixed on the distorted map produced within Riel's black mirror.
'Shit, these bastards play dirty!'
The countless green markings seemed to grow more offensive with every passing second. They weren't concentrated around the gates, military barracks or the palace where an attacking army might logically place infiltrators, but scattered throughout residential districts, markets and the poorer southern neighbourhoods where thousands of civilians lived packed together.
Whatever force planned this attack had never intended those Beastmen to conquer Baltimore.
They wanted them to tear it apart from the inside.
'I can't just blow them to pieces either... it would hurt Yuina and Yumiko.'
In the many conflicts from his previous world, it was always the opinion of the masses on social media that skewed people's judgement.
He couldn't act slowly or carelessly.
