Chapter 172 - The Evil Army

Guzion, the demon, had teleported to the grassy plains a short distance from the Holy City. He pretended to fall just to escape Halt’s attack.

If it were the usual him, he would have temporarily returned to the demon world, fixed the situation perfectly, and then prepared for a rematch.

However, Guzion’s judgment was clouded because his plan, which had taken a thousand years to fulfill, had been entirely crushed.

The right side of his body was still missing after it had been obliterated by Halt. He was a demon with top-notch regeneration skills; however, since it had been completely annihilated by the holy magic—his tribe's weakness—it was no longer as simple as regenerating the missing parts. He had no choice but to construct a new body.

“Ugh, S$%^... Come, my retainers.”

Guzion called out, and several shadows appeared around him. Several warlocks opened teleportation gates and emerged into the human world.

It had been a thousand years since they last saw their master, so they were shocked.

“Ah, Master! What happened to you!?”

“Please hurry and regenerate!”

“What, regeneration support isn’t working? T-this is—”

“My body… was destroyed by the Sage.”

“A Sage, you say!? For a Sage to wound the Master this severely—”

“He’s not an ordinary Sage. He’s a monster who can convert dark attributes into holy attributes… Sorry, I’m going to take some of your mana.”

Guzion touched the nearest warlock, sucking out his mana.

He used the stolen mana to create a new body for himself. This was different from simple regeneration; constructing a new body required a massive amount of mana.

The warlocks knew they would trample the entire Holy City after destroying the Holy Barrier because their souls were connected to Guzion’s.

They felt utterly worthless for allowing their Master to trespass the Holy City and pretend to be human.

However, since it was Guzion's plan, they could only obey as his subordinates.

They swore to themselves that when the time came, they would vent all their frustrations and indignation on their enemies.

They would wreak havoc and destruction throughout the Holy City.

They would fill the entire Holy City with fear and despair.

It was for Guzion-sama, their Master.

It was for the Evil God, whom their Master served.

Once summoned, their reunion would be filled with rejoicing as they spread dread in the Holy City.

However, their reunion was far from joyous.

Their powerful Master—the one who possessed an overwhelming amount of mana and excelled in regeneration—had lost half of his body, and the damage was so severe that it was impossible for him to regenerate.

Who the heck did this to him—

The warlocks were filled with wrath toward the person who injured their Master.

At the same time, a flicker of fear ignited within them.

They couldn’t defeat their Master even if they attacked him simultaneously, yet there was a human capable of cornering him.

“That guy—I don’t stand a chance against that Sage. No matter how much I struggle, it’s useless. But now that all of you are here, it’s possible to destroy the Holy City.”

Guzion looked at each of his subordinate warlocks one by one.

“Sorry, I need all of you to die.”

Their master suddenly uttered those words.

However, not a single warlock protested.

“This body had originally been bestowed by Guzion-sama. Please do whatever you wish with my life.”

“No matter what kind of command it is—”

“By all means, please state it.”

The fighting spirit of their Master had not been broken.

He hadn’t given up on destroying the Holy City.

The order of the Evil God—he still planned to fulfill it.

In that case, we warlocks would obey his command until the end of our lives.

The ten warlocks were all fiercely loyal to Guzion.

“I’m sorry, everyone…”

Guzion transformed into a gigantic wolf.

This was his true form—his completed demonic body.

The warlocks, who had devoted themselves to him for thousands of years—no, even tens of thousands of years—were all to be sacrificed at his command.

The last proper thing he could do for them was to give his command while in his true demonic form.

“This is an order. Crush the Holy City. Summon monsters and annihilate all the inhabitants. Even if the Sage killed your comrades, stopping will be unpardonable. Massacre the humans, even if you have to do it alone.”

“Roger!”

The warlocks began summoning the monsters under their command.

Each warlock commanded an army of a hundred monsters, and they started to summon an entire horde.

This was on a larger scale than the massive stampede they had generated a hundred years ago during the reign of the Demon King Velt.

The monsters summoned now were also of a different league compared to that time.

A few [Ogres], all A-rank monsters, and [Orc Kings] leading the herds of orcs made their appearance.

The worst demonic host was finally perfected over the past thousand years.

They no longer needed encouragement from their superiors before the battle commenced.

The souls of all the monsters and warlocks present were connected to one another.

The demon’s fury was passed down to the warlocks, who then relayed it to every single one of the one thousand monsters. They all shared the same wrath.

“Go.”

Just a single word sufficed.

At the demon’s command, the ten warlocks and one thousand monsters charged toward the Holy City at full speed.