The slaughtering efficiency of these demons really was no joke. This was especially true of Demon Guards; the urges to destroy and kill constantly tormented them. Unfortunately, they had been left in that hellhole known as the Fel Scar Rift for tens of thousands of years.
Not long ago, they had finally gotten the chance to fight a war, only to run into the Valkyrie Corps led by Hiver—a tough nut to crack. Those fierce women had held them at bay on narrow paths, leaving them unable to advance or retreat. There was aerial support, artillery bombardments, comrades turning traitor... In the end, before they could even settle the battle, their own lord had been taken out. So not only had their pent-up urges not been vented, they had grown even stronger. They were truly left wanting.
Now that they finally had a chance to unilaterally brutalize someone, they cherished it greatly, completely venting the desires that had burned within them for tens of thousands of years upon these Hydra agents.
Before long, the carrier's command room had been breached. The Hydra members stationed there were slaughtered to the last, save for a few who had hidden away in nooks and crannies and temporarily escaped disaster.
But just as those people trembled like frightened birds in their hiding places, they suddenly realized that everything had gone quiet. It seemed the demons had stopped.
That was indeed Evenson's order. Now that the command room had been breached, there was no rush to kill anyone. They were all on this ship anyway—where could they run? If they had the guts, they could jump overboard. See if the fall didn't kill them!
Evenson was now seated in the captain's chair, looking through the window at the other two carriers. He was on the