A week after the war between the Demon God's Alliance and the Limitless Alliance.
Demon God's Alliance had been pushed back another zone from Crimson Tree. This retreat was largely due to the active participation of the WipeMOut Guild, led by BladeOfInfinity.
Yet, Dexter, in his Demonic God form, hadn't participated since then. He had been busy dealing with the slaves delivered by the Demon God's Alliance. He had also become the Leader of the Alliance after claiming he was blessed by the Demon God.
'Fuck this Alliance chat… so much ass-kissing. Did I join the wrong Alliance?'
"Yow… Number Three, come here…"
Dexter had named the dozen slaves by number, 1 to 12 – a designation they'd accepted readily.
"Yes, Master…" Number Three replied.
Dexter rubbed his chin, scanning Number Three's thin frame.
'Time to create my Mercenaries…'
"Call all the Numbers. Wait for me on Guild Island."
Number Three nodded and immediately left to gather the others.
