Chapter 18: Scar-face (1/2)

Within these two days I recruited all the devils that I could. By now, devils from all over had gathered near the entrance to the upper floor. Their expressions were a complex mix of emotions as they looked at the horde guarding the stairs.

Because of this, I was able to recruit the majority of the devils seeking to breakthrough. Only a small portion were mad enough to try and enslave me, but they were swiftly killed by Big 1 and the others.

The food we gained from fighting was mostly given to the small imps who were about to evolve, like No.3. The rest were given enough to sate their hunger. This was originally met with resistance by some devils, especially the more powerful large imps.

Initially, I tried explaining to them but the outcome wasn’t as expected so I had to rely on One-eye and the others to suppress them. Thankfully, there were no deaths or serious injuries although Nine-finger wasn’t happy about losing out on potential food.

As expected, No.3 evolved on the second day of our alliance. Coincidentally, I was there to witness his evolution. His muscles started bulging and his bones started enlarging themselves. His body in general got bigger. In a few minutes, the process was complete and No.3 had evolved from a small imp into a large imp.

Judging by their appearances alone, large imps were larger versions of small imps without any other defining features. However, the difference in strength was an entire tier apart.

Large imps were able to take on anywhere from five to nine small imps depending on their power. An example would that large imp who killed No.1.

Under this feeding scheme, No.3 wasn’t the only small imp who evolved. Another eight more imps evolved within these two days, bringing the total number of large imps to over 60.Unfortunately, this still wasn’t enough to face off against the horde guarding the stairs. We needed at least 150 large imps to win against them.

Our subjugated small imp count crossed the 600 mark. Unfortunately, there were at least 2,000 small imps blocking our way.

We were definitely at a numerical disadvantage but I had a plan. Do you know why humans were able to dominate Earth? Tools. That’s why!

I had long considered making weapons but Purgatory was poor resource wise, lacking metals or plants. Furthermore, we barely had any time to do so while we were rushing here.

However, now was a period of preparation. I ordered the imps to scavenge around the area for materials. Chief on the list were the larger bones from any devil corpse they could find. While a bone spear wasn’t possible, grinding these bones into a club or staff was definitely we could do.

The enemy had the high ground after all. These weapons shouldn’t fare too badly against them.

While we were out recruiting, Big 1 was in charge of the weapon making. The process was really simple so as long as the imps had the materials, making them was easy.

Just as we finished recruiting on the second day, No.4 ran onto the scene. He made his report as he panted heavily; its contents were within my expectations. “Master, a group of devils we haven’t recruited are charging up the stairs.”

“Who’s the idiot?” I was kind of curious about the identity of this potato.

“It’s Scar-face.”

Scar-face. The head of a group with 30 large imps and 400 small imps.

When we first encountered them, our side only had 25 large imps and 300 small imps, putting us at a disadvantage.

As such, Scar-face decided to provoke us, me to be exact. As for what he said, it was the same old c**p. I didn’t feel like taking his c**p so I summoned all my subordinates while stalling for time.

After our group assembled, Scar-face became apprehensive after taking a count of our numbers. He wisely chose to retreat. He continued wandering around and judging from this report, he must’ve recruited more forces.

Devils were all a bunch of brainless idiots. Their brains contained two things: eating and muscles. Making a suicidal charge up the stairs was definitely a possibility.

“Alright, let’s go have a look.”

I left half of the army with One-eye so he could continue recruiting while we went to check out Scar-face’s battle.

It wasn’t long before we reached a hillside near the details. Below us, a fierce battle was currently raging.

The first three steps of the stairs were breached and Scar-face was currently leading the attack on the fourth step.

Scar-face was known for being a martial expert. The reason he was called Scar-face was because of the spiderweb of scars on his face giving it a gnarled look.

In the middle of this chaotic battle, Scar-face bravely led the charge up the stairs. With a vicious thrust of his hand, he shoved a small imp he had caught right into the stone face of the stairs.

Its eyes widened as the crushing palm continued ramming its head into the stone. Seams appeared all over the small imp’s head as it crumpled under the overwhelming might of the large imp. With a visceral splat, the head broke apart in a burst of brains and blood.

A large imp came up to challenge Scar-face. He had a body that was as brawny as Scar-face’s. In fact, he seemed to have a slight edge over Scar-face in this respect.

This was definitely going to be a tough fight, or so I thought. Scar-face surprised me with his variety of battle techniques which included kicks and other human-like techniques. Most of the time, imps only employed their teeth and claws. Any battle was essentially a match of pure strength and power.

It was as if I was watching a martial artist fight with a common thug. His flurry of targeted blows went unblocked and soon he had his opponent dizzy from his ferocity. In a final show of superiority, he leaped into air and drove his elbow deep into his opponent. The large imp buckled under such a strong attack and after a few twitches, laid dead on the floor.

Scar-face was actually this strong? He actually knew some MMA moves…looks like I’ve underestimated these devils.

Each step of stairs was vast enough for over a hundred devils to fight.

From the top of these stairs, was a sea of devils rushing down. For every devil Scar-face and his subordinates took down, another would rush to fill in the gap. In order to breach the third step, he must’ve paid a heavy price. By now, his subordinates were no longer able to hold up as their death rate increased. Even Scar-face was beginning to get worried.

In just a short span of 20 minutes, a third of Scar-face’s forces got killed.

“Move out. We need to help them!”