The sky was ironically clear, and it looked like it was going to be a quiet day. But it was quite the opposite for the demons who lived in the barony and the demonic viscountcy.
Outskirts of the barony.
-Fight.
-Stop the humans.
-For our families.
The demons of the barony were mostly of the insect lineage, however, the barony only had a few warriors and demonic mages in the fourth rank, so the confrontation with the humans was proving to be practically one-sided.
Blood and hemolymph stained the ground, and the heads, limbs, and bodies of demons fell 10 to 1 compared to humans.
A tall demon with brown skin, sharp green eyes, two red antennae, and long arms and legs wore an elegant black and dark green uniform and held two purple sickles with which he had already killed some mercenaries in the fourth and fifth ranks. He was the only reason the remaining demons continued to fight, but he soon realized the futility of the struggle and exclaimed:
