Twenty minutes ago.

Hell on earth literally unfolded in front of them. Some of the retreating troops fell down bleeding from all of their orifices, while some disappeared without a trace from the AOE attack that Great Demon Verus’ sent out.

“Grandpa Ben!”

“We’ll protect you!!!” Marquis Brad shouted, as he and the spearmen unit that he led jumped in front of Ben to defend against the power that stretched out from Great Demon Verus’ sword. Some of the spearmen that jumped forward turned to gray and disappeared in a flash.

“Morons! Fools! Did I ask you to save me?! Why did you throw yourselves in front of me?! How can you do something so reckless!!!” Ben, who always nagged at them and made them bury their heads in the ground, screamed at them in despair.

“Conir… Conir’s having a hard time… Conir feels like he’s going to die…” Conir, who was usually sturdy and active, lost the shine in his eyes as he hung on his sword helplessly.

“Genie, are you alright?!”

“I’m, I’m fine! Urk!”

Each and everyone of them fought desperately to protect Valhalla.

Meanwhile, above the walls of Valhalla Fortress, Minhyuk had started cooking to protect and save them.

‘You can’t die on me, Elpis,’ Minhyuk thought, immense gratitude gushing from deep within his heart when he heard Elpis utter his name when he swore in the ‘Book of Permanence’. Elpis believed in him and chose him, so Minhyuk had to answer that trust.

Just like that, he started to cook. He chopped up the chicken and placed them inside the pot of boiling...