Metal Tide

"Servants of the Lord of Darkness, crush them!"

At Balazakoon's command, the Demon Army surged out of the gates like a tide, roaring as it pounced on the enemies outside.

They were the most elite troops under the Destroyer Demon Lord. Half of them had reached the Advanced Tier, while the rest were at least Intermediate Tier. There were also more than two hundred legendary Archdemons. Countless demons were swarming in through the passages on both sides of the corridor outside and the entrance behind them. Every demon in Dragon's Watch Fortress was gathering here, and the mass of demons stretched beyond sight.

The Demon Army charged forth in such numbers that it looked like a scene from a nightmare.

Yet the Dark Angel Legion showed no fear. Their formation remained perfectly orderly. The Dark Angels at the very front formed a wall of bodies and swung their greatswords at the demons.

Boom, boom, boom...

Like two raging torrents colliding head-on, the outcome was decided in an instant.

The Dark Angels' greatswords easily cleaved apart any demon in their path. At the same time, they surged forward, smashing even more demons into pieces.

The Demon Army's first charge collapsed completely.

The second charge began immediately, but the Dark Angels at the front had already charged into the hall and expanded their foothold.

The demons launched three consecutive charges, all of which were repelled. More and more Dark Angels trampled over flesh and blood as they entered the hall. Their black figures were like reefs, unmoved no matter how fiercely the Demon Tide crashed against them. Instead, they crushed the demons beneath them.

From atop the Iron Throne, Balazakoon watched the scene with a cold, grim expression, completely unconcerned by the losses among his Demon Army.

But his eyes began to