The Demoniacs in the Nine Hells rarely ever moved as a unified army. The few times they had, it had been for the purpose of invading the Middle Realm. Normally, there were almost no instances where they marched in the hundreds, let alone in the thousands.0

Given the sheer number of Demoniacs crawling around like cockroaches, it was most surprising how individualistic they were. And considering their primal instincts, when they weren’t working together like this, they were tearing at each other’s throats.0

The slave-rank Demoniacs, which didn’t have egos, acted purely on instinct, constantly killing and cannibalizing each other. The common Demoniacs—who also acted on impulse, but not to the same extent—only focused on their own survival and self-preservation.0

The noble-rank Demoniacs were also constantly waiting to pounce on each other, but now, they and the royal Demoniacs, who were at the very top of the food chain, had come together to command the army. It wouldn’t function otherwise.0

“■■■■■■■■,” Asmodeus muttered to himself in a strange, incomprehensible language as he watched the enemy’s advance from high in the sky. 0

Even he, for all his years of experience, had never seen an army as large as the one he currently led. There were over 600,000 of them in total, all of them common-rank or higher. Not even the mightiest...0