...
Despite Dreizack's weakened state as a result of the relentless attacks by Seele and the Lebex, his anger continued to boil over.
The Lebex had a time limit of 30 minutes, ticking away to the present time of 33 minutes, and as his anger escalated, so did his raw strength.
'I'm aware I am the weakest of the Anóteros Devils, yet I refuse to allow that thought to faze me. Victory is crucial. I must triumph.'
His thoughts remained consumed by a surge of rage, his mind fixated on securing victory.
Dreizack's gaze turned toward the battlefield, where the tide of the battle seemed to be slowly tilting in favor of the enemy.
"I cannot lose... I refuse to let this happen... Otherwise, he'll destroy me..."
Suddenly, a veil of thick black fog enveloped the entire area, casting an eerie shroud over the surroundings. However, this was not a true mist but rather an illusion tailored solely for Dreizack.
Before him stood a towering figure, adorned with the horns of a goat, its form embodying devilish attributes. The figure's voice, deep and dark, bore traces of malevolence as it addressed Dreizack.
"Is your mission complete?"
Dreizack knelt before the towering figure, his voice quivering as he spoke.
"My lord... The mortal humans are assisting the fallen... I have been unable to gain full control... I beg for your understanding."
The figure faced away, its tone brimming with anger, clearly dissatisfied with the result.
"Just as I expected. You are utterly incompetent. You are nothing more than a wretched peasant. Useless. Pathetic."
Dreizack attempted to interject, his voice trembling.
"Have no fear, my lord! I'll eliminate him in no time—"
The figure's voice cut through his words, harsh and commanding.
"Do not dare to interrupt me while I am speaking, you weakling. Be quiet until I bid you speak."
Dreizack acquiesced, nodding vigorously while trembling in fear, afraid of the consequences if he dared to speak further.
The figure, satisfied with Dreizack's submission, continued with a tone of authority.
"Now listen very closely, I will never repeat this again, for you are not worthy of my time."
The inky dark fog dispersed, dissipating into nothingness.
Dreizack remained, trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.
The nearby devils cast curious glances at him, bewildered by the spectacle of a one-sided conversation he had seemingly conducted with thin air.
Dreizack, now aware of the gazes directed at him, shot a fierce glare back at all the devils, bellowing out his question.
"WHY ARE YOU ALL STARING AT ME?!"
Dreizack rose to his feet, his anger boiling over as he loomed over a Kanonikós Devil, towering over him. His voice, filled with unbridled anger, boomed out.
"Were you SNICKERING at me?"
The Kanonikós Devil frantically attempted to explain himself, fear evident in his trembling voice.
"My lord... I swear---"
SLASH!
Before he could even complete his sentence, his head was mercilessly severed by a swift trident strike, leaving him sprawled on the ground.
All the devils stood frozen in terror, their trembling forms betraying their dread.
They averted their gaze, their perspiring faces reflecting their mounting apprehension.
Fears of becoming the next victim coursed through their minds, their very souls gripped by an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Their gazes inadvertently drifted across the battlefield, witnessing a dire scene unfolding before them.
Their fellow soldiers were relentlessly falling to the relentless onslaught of human soldiers, their numbers dwindling by the minute.
One of the Kanonikós Devils voiced an urgent plea to Dreizack, desperately seeking his assistance.
"My lord! We desperately need your aid!"
That only fueled Dreizack's anger, as he detested being ordered around as if he were a lowly servant.
Dreizack clenched his teeth, his anger peaking as he pounced at the Kanonikós Devil with his trident.
SWISH!
"Don't you even dare to order me around, you worthless worm!"
With anger burning in his gaze, he looked over the battlefield, his face contorted in anger.
SLASH! SWING!
He moved relentlessly forward, his weapon indiscriminately slicing through any enemy in his path. He was determined to take matters into his own hands, determined to vanquish the foes that stood before him.
...
Seele continued to battle fiercely along with Kämpfen, steadily vanquishing a great many foes in their midst.
They were proving themselves to be quite formidable in combat, successfully dispatching a substantial number of adversaries.
Kämpfen, exuding a buoyant tone and sporting a playful grin, spoke with enthusiasm.
"Captain! I'm almost done here!"
Seele smiled, her sense of pride evident in her expression.
"You're almost done? I'm already done on my end.
She spoke with confidence as she efficiently dispatched a devil under her foot, her sword driving through its flesh with ruthless precision.
"That's unfair..."
Kämpfen's expression was one of petulance, his features betraying disappointment.
"What's unfair, eh?"
Seele responded with renewed confidence, her amusement clear in their playful banter.
His face scrunched up into a perplexed expression, struggling to formulate a response.
"I-- I have no idea!"
Seele's laughter filled the air as she shifted her gaze to the battlefield.
"Looks like the troops are really giving it their all now."
Kämpfen grinned, his gaze fixed on the soldiers fighting bravely.
"Naturally, they're fighting with everything they have. They're following the lead of the most determined and fearless captain ever."
"Thanks, Kämp. I always knew I could count on you, Verdadero, Fedil, Kalila, Fals, and the troops."
Kämpfen nodded, his expression full of respect and gratitude for their comrades.
...
The troops retreated, creating space as Dreizack stomped menacingly toward them, his body bathed in the blood of his conquests.
"I WILL CRUSH YOU ALL, INSIGNIFICANT HUMANS!"
He roared with such force that the very earth trembled, his blood-soaked form exuding a fearsome aura.
The Devils, once followers, now turned against Dreizack, assaulting him despite knowing the formidable might of an Anóteros Devil, even if he was the weakest among them.
The Devils hurled themselves at Dreizack, defying the odds in a desperate battle, for they knew that victory may never be achieved, even against the weakest of the Anóteros.
Every soldier on the battlefield, regardless of whether they were Devils or humans, worked together to tackle this monstrous embodiment of wrath.
Seele and Kämpfen, upon hearing the desperate cries for help from both Devils and humans, quickly hastened their steps towards the battlefield.
They arrived at the scene of devastation caused by Dreizack's uncontrolled rage. They found him, his eyes blazing with pure unbridled anger.
As one possessing the Sin of Wrath, Dreizack could harness his anger to augment his raw power and physical might. He was a formidable adversary, fueled by the very embodiment of wrath itself.
Kämpfen's voice was tinged with uneasiness as he spoke, his expression marked by both concern and astonishment.
"He has the Sin of Wrath, huh? Well, I've crossed paths with quite a few, but I've never encountered one this powerful before."
Seele, her expression etched with anger, gripped her sword firmly, a resolute gleam in her eyes.
"How cruel can he be than he is already now... Killing his own soldiers and now ours too. Kämpfen, brace yourself."
SCHCLICK!
She unsheathed her sword, a radiant aura of gold emanating from the blade, illuminating the sword with a powerful light.
Kämpfen unsheathed his dual daggers and assumed a battle-ready stance, his feline-like eyes taking on a razor-sharp focus as he meticulously observed every move Dreizack made.
"Captain, I'll always be ready!"
They rushed toward him with their weapons ready and their spirits unyielding, prepared to face him head-on.
Kämpfen swiftly leapt forward, executing a powerful heel kick to Dreizack's face, utilizing the back of his foot for intense impact.
BOOF!
Dreizack reflexively intercepted Kämpfen's foot, but before he could react, Seele closed the distance, charging at him.
In a swift maneuver, Dreizack unleashed a throw, launching Kämpfen directly into Seele's path.
Caught off guard, Seele was unable to evade the throw, and she was forcibly launched forward like Kämpfen, colliding with him in mid-air.
As they swiftly rose to their feet, they shared a moment of realization, hastily devising a new approach.
"Distraction."
The word echoed through their minds, signaling the shift in their strategy.
Kämpfen, gripping his dual daggers tightly, once again lunged at Dreizack, his movements fluid and precise.
In response, Dreizack swung his trident with tremendous force, aiming a powerful blow in Kämpfen's direction.
SWISH!
However, thanks to Kämpfen's nimble reflexes and dexterity, he managed to deftly evade the attack, narrowly avoiding the impact.
Taking advantage of the momentary opening, Kämpfen swiftly unleashed a powerful slash with his daggers, aiming for Dreizack's chest.
AAAAAHHHH!
The cut was successful, eliciting a pained cry from Dreizack, as his injury flared with intense agony. The daggers Kämpfen wielded bore a specialized weakening debuff, contributing to the devastating impact of his attack.