The Labyrinth Battle Begins; Envisioning an Eighty-Floor Great Underground Labyrinth

He addressed his personal guards and the representatives of the seven hundred thousand troops.

"Understood!"

Upon hearing Karigulio's order, everyone nodded and prepared to conquer the Great Underground Labyrinth.

But when Karigulio stepped forward, he finally saw the message written above the gate.

"Weaklings are not qualified to pass through this gate."

Seeing those words, Karigulio's expression became complicated once more as he tried to understand their meaning.

A moment later, Karigulio laughed!

In his eyes, it was nothing more than a taunt. Having reached this point, neither the Empire nor the Demon Country Federation had the right to choose anymore.

Those words were utterly meaningless.

Weaklings? What were weaklings? What did it mean to be weak?

Even Karigulio himself could not tell. He did not even dare claim with certainty that he was strong.

His strength was indeed formidable. He possessed peak Immortal-level power and could even contend with weaker Saints.

To these soldiers, he was indeed strong—extremely strong.

But before those legendary beings, he was weak, as insignificant as cannon fodder or an insect.

The Marshal, the Empire's highest military commander.

His Majesty, the unfathomable Emperor of the Empire.

Guy Crimson, the world's first True Demon King.

Milim, one of the three most ancient Demon Kings.

Morax, the Martial God known as the Number One Expert of the Era.

Even every one of the current Nine Heavens Governing the World Demon Kings stood above him in strength.

Compared to them, he was weak!

But this was a battlefield. Whether strong or weak, there was only one path available now: battle!

Moreover, with the Martial God Morax being held back by the Marshal and His Majesty, there was nothing else to fear.

From beginning to end, the only person Karigulio had truly worried about and feared was the