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“Roar, roar, roar!”
The first to rush out of the rift was a group of dretches.
A dretch was about 1.2 meters tall. Its hooked hands hung down, and its dark green skin made it look very comical.
Dretches were naturally stupid and slow, and their combat efficiency was negligible. They could barely survive in one battle after another by relying on their damage reduction ability.
Of course, this was in the Abyss. For a mortal, this seemingly weak creature could also easily kill an ordinary adult.
“Is that… our Lord’s most ferocious warrior?”
Looking at the dretches’ cautious appearance, everyone on the fortress had such a doubt in their hearts. Even their spirits, which had been guided by Shelley, had cleared up a lot.
“…Why do they feel so weak?”
The first twenty or so dretches that appeared looked at the “devils” that were close at hand, shrank their necks, and then twitched their noses. They were just about to retreat back into the rift…
“Ah! Roar.”
A thick stench came out of the rift. Ten creatures that looked like giant toads rushed out from inside.
“[Hezrou]”
A behemoth over 2.5 meters tall and weighing over 300 kilograms.
Unlike the timid dretches, the hezrou, facing a legion of a thousand people, did not hesitate in the slightest and directly launched a charge.
A direct charge.
Like their name, they were fanatical lovers of war. They were absolute brutes, with a constitution of up to 30 points. As long as there was a chance, they would launch a charge.
Because of their size advantage and their natural combat ability, the hezrou had always been in a position similar to a suicide squad in the demon army. They were also one of the few demons that were consumed the most in the Blood War. They were also the most famous cannon fodder in the Blood War.
A hezrou’s skin would secrete a liquid with a strong stench in battle. Any living creature other than a demon within 10 meters of a hezrou had to pass a constitution check, otherwise they would get a nauseated effect.
They were the top-tier cannon fodder. A hezrou could attract enough powerful firepower in a battle. A hezrou could easily slaughter thousands of low-level demons.
With the appearance of the hezrou, the dozen or so dretches seemed to have found their backbone. They began to howl excitedly, and then they summoned more dretches.
In battle, dretches relied on the human wave tactic to block the enemy, and they summoned more dretches to increase their chances of winning.
Then a pile of different demons squeezed out of the rift. Vrocks that looked like giant vultures, glabrezu with huge pincers and over five meters tall, goristro that charged directly… and even a marilith appeared.
A marilith’s upper body looked like an adult woman, but with six arms, and its lower body was a huge snake tail. She held a longsword in each of her hands, and her body was adorned with bracelets and jewels.
Standing upright, she could be over two meters tall, and her total length was over six meters. This was a real killing machine. Each of her arms could slash normally.
There were also a few shadow demons that flew out.
“Ugh… I’m a little nauseous…”
[Hahahaha.]
Over a hundred demons of various races appeared on the open ground in front of the fortress.
An evil aura swept through the entire plain. All sorts of roars and panicked howls filled the entire plain.
Even when a vrock was about to treat a dretch beside it as food.
Just at this moment… they keenly discovered the thousand-man legion that was eyeing them.
The aura of a devil.
If one were to say which race in the multiverse hated devils the most… it would undoubtedly be the demons. They had been fighting in the Abyss Blood War for countless years. The loathing for devils was deeply ingrained in every demon’s bloodline.
Looking at that small thousand-man legion, it was actually exuding the aura of a devil. These demons did not hesitate and directly charged at that side. They did not have the slightest fear, and even had some excitement.
In the Blood War, a thousand-man legion was just a small scene. Any large-scale Blood War was a battle of tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and even hundreds of thousands of demons and devils.
“It’s about time…”
From the perspective of the silver giant, Shelley saw the rift slowly closing, and he also silently nodded.
[This is really…]
[Interesting.]
“?”
At the last moment before the rift closed, a pair of huge claws grew out of the rift. It grabbed the border and tore it hard. A tall, flaming figure walked out from within. It held a huge greatsword in its right hand and a lightning whip in its left.
“Roar, roar, roar!”
“Die, insects.” (in Demonic)
Shelley was really a little surprised. He hadn’t expected that he could actually summon a Balor. Although Shelley had had a lot of dealings with Balors, and it seemed that they appeared very often, in fact, Balors were very, very rare.
A balor was already a very high-end existence among demons. Perhaps only one in a hundred Balors could become a real Balor.
Think about what it cost to summon a Balor last time. A top-tier necromancer had sacrificed his soul and body to barely summon a Balor. And that Balor, Roy, was a turncoat.
And this was the first time Shelley had used his innate skill “Summon Abyssal Legion.”
“The effect is actually so good?”
[You seem to have forgotten one thing.]
“Hmm?”
[No matter how it changes, the essence of the soul will not change.]
“Divinity?”
[That’s right.]
Whether Shelley intended it or not, he himself could represent a part of the God of Half-Elves. His summons was equivalent to a god sending an invitation to the entire Abyss. So the ratio of this abyssal legion was so excellent. Even the dretches were elite individuals.
Of course, the appearance of this Balor was also an accident. He might have just been bored in his own territory and had responded to Shelley’s summons.
[You still don’t understand what I mean.]
“Hmm?”
[This Balor, you’ve seen it before.]
Oh?
Shelley stroked his chin and revealed a meaningful smile.
“This is… really interesting.”
There’s a road to heaven, but you don’t take it. There’s no door to hell, but you barge in.
…
The crowd on the fortress was crying and roaring. They had never thought that the invincible devils would be slaughtered one-sidedly.
A one-armed warrior was wiping his eyes with his only remaining arm. He had to watch all of this. He had to watch the devils who had invaded his homeland be torn to pieces.
“My Lord! Thank you, my Lord!”
“Thank you, that lord!”
“Wuuuu! Mom, did you see that?”
“…”
Ronald listened to the crying around him and also let out a silent sigh. He looked at the six-winged angel flying in the sky and whispered, “I wonder what this being is called…”
At this time, the motionless Eden suddenly spoke, saying softly, “Archangel…”
“Archangel Shelley.”
