West of Lion Lake City.
A demonic warhorse slowly approached the walls of Lion Lake City.
The horse was clad from head to hoof in pitch-black heavy armor, but it was clearly not alive—it had an eerie red glow in its eyes and two curved horns on its head.
It was a demonic warhorse. Covered entirely in barding, it looked no different from the undead horses Li Ang had seen when fighting the Fear Legion by the sea.
But the "person" on its back—let's call it a person, since it at least had a human shape... It was not a decayed undead creature, but more like a bloody corpse that had only recently lost its flesh.
It also resembled a Fallen One somewhat, except it was taller and more terrifying. Its nearly fleshless skull exposed cheekbones that were white tinged with red, while its two huge eyeballs rolled around as it looked in every direction.
It wore a suit of dark red, nearly black armor and held a faintly glowing battleaxe.
Its equipment looked anything but ordinary. Anyone could tell at a glance that it was the leader of the Fallen One army.
"The Devourer!"
King Vidis had heard of such an appearance.
Then, he felt a faint twinge of regret—he should not have thrown those rogue knights and gang members causing trouble inside Lion Lake City out beyond the walls.
At that moment, black mist began to rise around the Devourer's body.
Along with the black mist came an incomprehensible whispering sound. It might have been some kind of incantation; merely hearing it from afar was enough to make one's mind restless.
The black mist gradually spread, enveloping the rogues who had broken their legs and were screaming in agony.
Then, those rogues began to howl in pain while