Faraga's Plan; Ultima Finally Got the Wine

But Faraga, as a general, did not.

After all, he did not believe that a mere few bullets could kill a High-ranking Demon.

Faraga calmly drew the sword at his waist and silently pointed it toward Ultima.

He intended to fight Ultima in close combat.

A demon whose magic had been sealed by Magic Essence Jamming Radiation was like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Seeing Faraga's "strange" actions, a trace of interest and surprise flashed through Ultima's eyes.

Now this was interesting!

Was he trying to play close combat with her?!

"Are you planning to compete with me in martial arts?!"

Ultima wore an amused expression as she spoke, her tone seeming both contemptuous and mocking.

"Hehe~~, I never intended to negotiate with you from the start. Only idiots negotiate with the Demon Race. Demons are famed for magic, and now that I've sealed your magic, what else do you have?!"

Seeing Ultima's arrogant appearance, Faraga could not help growing irritated. But when he thought about how he would behead this damned demon in the next moment, his expression became exceedingly haughty.

Hearing Faraga's arrogant words, Ultima's expression turned strange. No, not just her expression—her entire being looked as though she were looking at an idiot.

Indeed. Faraga had said one thing right. Demons were indeed famed for magic, but that did not include Ultima, a Primordial Demon!

It had to be said that Faraga's plan was quite good.

He had used Magic Essence Jamming Radiation to seal the magic demons took pride in, then used his own strength to attack their weakness: martial arts.

Against ordinary demons—no, even against some Demon Nobles with titles—Faraga might have succeeded.

But running into Ultima meant Faraga had suffered eight lifetimes' worth of rotten luck.

As a Primordial Demon, Ultima was not someone Faraga