"Next, even if the demons are repelled, the battle will continue for a long ti. Those remaining demonized magical beasts and the already polluted land are all our enemies!"
And Ian’s tone did not stop for a mont, he proclaid without hesitation, "Moreover, the destruction of the Isale Domain’s stronghold and the final retreat chaos of the Nineteenth Legion evidently prove that we have traitors among us!"
"Soone has turned to the Fiery Fla Land, siding with the demons, wanting to revert our hard-earned changes back to the past, and even worse—losing lives and becoming raw materials for the Cursed Soil!"
"Can we agree to this?"
"We absolutely do not agree!" The resounding calls echoed behind every screen, in front of those chamber of comrce screens, those city halls, those small terminals at construction sites, and beside every car speaker patrolling the countryside, people shouted together.
They were angry and proud, entirely consud by the emotion Ian wanted them to feel.
Because they revered Ian, they completely believed everything Ian said!
Without any potion, Ian used cold iron-like facts to prove everything he said, and right now, Sorrow Bell finally felt that Ian was focusing his attention on him.
He finally—finally concentrated his attention on this enemy who always wanted to kill him!
"Sorrow Bell! And all you Fusion Demons from the Fiery Fla Land!"
At this mont, Sorrow Bell heard Ian’s sharp and decisive proclamation: "You cowards hiding in the dirty abyss, thinking that gaining power allows you to slaughter the weak, dare to invade the South Ridge, disrupting the hard work of everyone—you will inevitably face defeat, your future is bleak, you have no tomorrow or hope!"
"This is the prophecy made by and all the people of the South Ridge, whether soldiers or workers, rchants or farrs, all who yearn for a better life, regarding your fate!"
[You madman!]
At this mont, Sorrow Bell fully understood Ian’s intention; he is using us demons, especially , the Demon General, as a stepping stone to increase his prestige!
After this battle, to what extent will Ian’s reputation in the South Ridge soar? It is unimaginable, as long as his power strengthens a bit, having the Fourth Energy Level would make him no less than a True God in the Human Realm!
What does he want to do? Beco a god? And, is this guy so confident he can defeat ? Defeat , whose power has been greatly enhanced despite losing seventy percent of the Demon Legion?!
[Don’t think you’ve won!]
Enraged to laughter, the Demon General who had been entangled with Ian, intending to suppress him with close combat and superior strength, leapt back, willingly distancing himself from Ian.
He stood amidst the dust rising from the impact of countless teors hitting the ground, completely engulfed by the ever-mutating abyssal armor, leaving only three scarlet eyes filled with hatred gazing at Ian: [Now, just witness, you foolish Imperial people, the final trump card of the Demon Legion!]
At this mont, wings erupted from behind him, not the usual demon bat wings, but rather broader, sturdier, more powerful and robust... Dragon Wings!
A Sublimator who has lost all its army does not necessarily beco weaker... So beings, instead, grow even stronger because of it.
And demons are such beings.
But none of this matters.
"Then just show ,"
And Ian’s lips curled up, though this couldn’t be seen through the live broadcast cara sourced from his eyes, so his voice was incomparably grave: "But no matter what your trump card is, demon Sorrow Bell, today you are destined to fail—whether in terms of armies or personal combat skills, you will lose to , and to all the people of South Ridge!"
"Because I have already glimpsed your failure—"
"This is the Prophet’s prophecy!"
In Terra Year 775, July 15, 6:11 PM, at the Ti of Rosy Glow, just as the Prophet Ian Silverpeak declared, the fiery destruction descended from the heavens, purging the world of demons.
The Demon Army that invaded South Ridge and swept across the Golden Plains was over seventy percent annihilated under the bombardnt of fire from heaven, and the Demon General leader Sorrow Bell, in extre anger and despair, revealed his final trump card.
Under the heavens raining fire, upon the ground where the demon army was annihilated, a pair of dragon wings slowly unfurled from the intertwined abyssal black armor, eyes with blood-red pupils filled with hatred and rage, and the dust in the air, stirred by the impacts of teors, blazed fiercely due to unstoppable shockwaves, turning into lava steam, swirling around it.
A teor, by sheer coincidence, fell towards his location, but the dragon-winged great demon rely gave a slight flap, igniting black flas. The orbital strike teor, condensed from Uncorrodable Ice, disintegrated into ashes in an instant.
And facing such a dreadful entity, the Earl of South Ridge, the Fairy Lord of Silverpeak, raised the longsword made of ice in his hand.
The ultimate showdown was about to unfold.
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