The situation in the northeastern camp was similar.

Hugo, perplexed by the beasts’ recovery speed, several times faster than usual. Ludvig, who jumped into battle for the first time, calmly overcame his opponent. The Duke of Defont protected the central camp with his own crafted barrier stone.

Hugo, suspecting that the quick recovery of the demons was influenced by traces of alchemy, had no choice but to inform the Duke of Defont. The Duke agreed that it was entirely possible, and under the protection of the knights, he collected evidence.

In the midst of this chaotic battle,

“Yah! Please!”

A sudden headless cry echoed. Eyes turned collectively at the outofplace cute cry in the midst of swords and spears.

Breaking through the darkness was a figure in silver armor, a crooked crown atop his head, and gulping down liquor. The alligator he stood on roared.

“Please, please, please.”

The demon, who opened his eyes slowly while mumbling an unknown prayer with his hands together, screamed the moment his icy golden eyes met another pair.

“Aah! Hugo Artina! Duke Artina!”

“Why are you calling me so desperately? Are we acquainted?”

“Oh, my luck is terrible! I’m doomed, doomed! Completely doomed!”

The demon, throwing his bottle of liquor at Hugo’s feet, threw a tantrum.

“And why of all places do I come to where Hugo Artina is! The odds were fiftyfifty! Cough, spit!”

What’s this? Uncultured, rude, and unlucky. Spit somewhere else. Hugo’s expression cooled.

The demon sobbed with the most pitiful expression.

“Duke! Don’t kill me!”

Deaf demon, armbroken demon.

19thranked demon, Zaeleos.

Characteristic, a person standing at the peak of disappointment.

And a great coward.

Zaeleos wrapped his head and shivered. Please save me! Don’t kill me! He screamed.

“Have you never killed a human?”

“I have!”

“You must have killed a weaker human.”

“Of course! I’m naturally strong against the weak and weak against the strong! The Duke is a strong one!”

There was no value in dealing with him. Hugo swung his sword horizontally once. A red bloodline was engraved on the demon’s chest.

“Ah! Save me!”

Once more. This time, a red line was engraved on his cheek. The highranking demon pleaded with a whining tone.

“Aren’t you going to save me?”

Hugo didn’t respond. Then, Zaeleos, who had been kneeling, slowly rose from his place. The color of fear gradually covered with hatred.

“Eh, spit. I thought you would easily die. I’m scared to death, but I can’t just die, so I’ll have to fight aiming to die together.”

The repressed energy of the highranking demon heavily pressed down on the battlefield. Blue goblin fire surrounded the area. Formless evil spirits howled.

Weak soldiers could not withstand and lost consciousness, soldiers who claimed to have been trained had fits, and knights broke out in a cold sweat.

“Oh, do you know? One of our kids also went to the northwest battlefield.”

Zaeleos laughed haughtily.

“What will you do? There’s no Hugo Artina there.”

Will it be a total annihilation? A total annihilation? The demon, swinging his arm that had grown as large as a goblin’s, strutted around.

“My son is there.”

“So, it will be total annihilation, won’t it, if it includes your son!”

Bang. Bang. Hugo’s sword and Zaeleos’ arm clashed fiercely. Knights covered their ears at the sonic boom tearing through the air.

Ahwooo wooowoooowooo The howling of evil spirits disoriented the knights’ senses.

“No matter what rank the demon that went there is.”

“Do you trust your weak son?”

Bang! The ground was deeply scooped out once again. Standing on the scoopedout ground, Hugo swung his sword upwards.

“I trust him.”

At the exact same moment as the several blue goblin fires rushed towards Hugo, from the direction that the Imperial soldiers had broken through, a glass bottle flew and broke at the feet of Hugo and Zaeleos.

Poison? They both retreated simultaneously from the liquid that melted clothes and burned skin in an instant.

In no time, Hugo, who had explosively wrapped golden energy around his whole body, approached right in front of Zaeleos. A speed that the demon could not react to in time. Hugo whispered.

“And demon, you’re rather lucky.”

“Ugh. How is this lucky! The one I hit with a fiftyfifty chance is Hugo Artina! If I had gone there, I could have easily annihilated them!”

“There’s someone stronger than me there.”

Hugo’s sword severed the demon’s arm. Immediately, the tip of the sword reached his neck.

“Stronger? Keuuu…….”

Seok. The sound of the throat being cut, and at the same time, Hugo finished speaking. It was a very small sound, audible only to Zaeleos.

“Ruler of the Eastern Underworld.”

The last words she heard just before she ran out of breath. Her head fell to the ground, eyes wide open, as if unable to believe.

“See, I told you, you’re lucky.”

With a rallying effort, Hugo repeated again.

Neither the knights nor the soldiers could cheer properly.