Defensive Battle

As the magical beasts near Indy Mountain Pass grew increasingly scarce, Ang finally had a little free time.

He did not waste it. Instead, he took the initiative to help warriors whose Enchanted Armaments had been damaged repair their equipment.

Although it was an extremely draining task, both mentally and magically, Ang still completed it with meticulous care.

As the enchantment repairs were completed, the warriors' trust and gratitude followed—and Ang's Merit Points also recovered slightly thanks to these "special services."

That day, the sky was dim, and the air carried a faint scent of blood.

As usual, Ang rode his Magic Broom alone into the depths of the northern wilderness to patrol.

The mountain wind howled, and the world stretched vast and open, as though everything were normal.

But as he flew farther and farther, he noticed something was wrong.

Magical beasts.

Large numbers of magical beasts moved in groups, their movements hurried but not panicked. As though driven by some invisible force, they were all heading toward Indy Mountain Pass.

Ang frowned, unease rising in his heart.

"Are the Demons driving them?"

Without hesitation, he immediately flew deeper into the wilderness, following the magical beasts' path to find its source.

Sure enough, in a slightly sunken wilderness basin, he saw—

Demons.

A massive Demon force, numbering over five hundred, was herding magical beasts from every direction.

They held spears and iron chains in their hands, their expressions vicious and excited.

The scene looked like a carefully planned war of beast herding.

The Demons spotted Ang in the sky as well.

Dozens of black spears tore through the air and shot toward him.

"Damn."

Ang sharply pulled up his Magic Broom and twisted into the sky. The wind shrieked as the spears howled past his side.

His heart pounded