“Demon King…” Maximus groaned. 0

Information about the Demon King was scarce. He was essentially an ancient being whose name appeared only in old myths.0

Yet, the name Demon King had been indelibly etched into people’s minds. It recalled the time when the gods descended upon the mortal realm to confront the demons, during the Divine-Demonic War0

In that battle, the one who slew countless gods, scorched every corner of the world, and reigned as king over all demons—now, the Demon King was set to return.0

Maximus’s eyes darkened. “That sounds dreadful.”0

“It is to be celebrated. It signifies that our true master has once again descended upon this land,” Ashetiaar replied.0

“Perhaps that is true only for the filthy demons like you.” Maximus drew his sword as his Aura surged rapidly through his body.0

Although no one knew exactly why Ashetiaar had descended once again, it was likely connected to the return of the Demon King. In that case, his only task was to stop Ashetiaar.0

Seeing the determination in his eyes, Ashetiaar smiled as she raised her hammer.0

“Come at me,” she sneered.0

Before she could finish her sentence, Maximus planted his foot and moved...0