Chapter 8 (2/2)

Drake dealt the first blow with magic, taking out the troublesome enemy Mage. The enemy had no choice now but to engage in melee combat against the defenders.

The skilled archers were firing haphazardly, no longer motivated by promise of payment.

The smell of blood was stimulating.

”Eleena, are the preparations finished?”

”Aniue, I’m ready anytime.”

Giving the go-ahead, Drake nodded.

The incantation had to acc.u.mulate power, and once the Mana was shaped accordingly, it burst forth from Eleena's hands.

That was the signal for the counterattack.

“To battle!!”

Eleena released a beam of light from her hands, and unerringly aimed for the center of the approaching enemy line on the right, and decimated the area around the company leader. Convinced they had already won, they had no way of blocking the attack.

A second blow was delivered to the place where the commander was burnt to a crisp.

“Charge!!”

At the base of the mountain near the stream, the second group of 150 then ambushed the enemy company of 300 on the left.

Drake used his meager 200 soldiers and split them into even smaller groups, and prepared an ambush.

While climbing the hill to attack, the enemy company on the left had their feet swept out from under them, unable to change the direction of their attack in time. And most importantly,

“Follow me!!”

Descending to attack, the <dethroned crown=”” prince=””> led the troop of fifty. Their intensity was fierce.

They plowed through the bodies of goblins, and finally took the head of the enemy commander and raised it for all to see.

From there, it was a one-sided slaughter.

There was no longer any hope of resistance.

When the swords of the demons led by Drake glistened with blood, the enemy mercenaries were nothing more than soulless husks.

The screams of Goblins and Kobolds that tried to escape echoed throughout the forest.

“Did we win…?”

On top of the hill, Drake looked out over the field of slaughter alone.

200 stragglers vs 500 pursuers. Indeed, it was a very well-planned counteroffensive.

Deep in thought, one Demon Lord came to Drake's mind.

Venon the <clairvoyant>.

Amongst all the other Demon Lords, he was a true strategist.

If Venon had been their opponent...

Suddenly, a battle cry erupted from the forest.

(...No, it couldn't be!)

There appeared Venon’s trained soldiers in ambush.

There may have only been 300 of them, but they couldn't be compared to the smallfry from before.

They began hunting down the last of Drake's soldiers.

(It's all over...)

Drake clenched his teeth.

He had only just sworn to take over the world with the Evil G.o.d.

He couldn't believe it would end in a place like this.  Not against this cunning b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

(Aah, he wasn't supposed to be a G.o.d I relied on...)

Drake looked up to the sky and closed his eyes.

(I shall pray to the Evil G.o.d,)

”Here I pray, please save us!”

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