Are you fucking done yet?!
Grand Duke Demon Mountain felt like he was about to lose it.
He had clearly spent all this time gathering so much cannon fodder and forging himself a full set of top-tier equipment. He had thought his troops were strong, that it was eight million against six hundred thousand, that the advantage was his.
Yet from the very start of the war, everything had gone wrong.
Those people he had once disdained to even look at directly had begun darting around right under his nose, making his blood boil.
And after all that time, the vast sea of cannon fodder had not even touched the edge of the walls.
When he finally could not stand it any longer and joined the battle himself, he discovered that the other side had no sense of fair play at all. It was all fucking tricks.
Now, seeing a hulking Beggar's Aversion leap out with a hammer in hand, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull—had they not agreed to settle this with an honorable contest?
Did they have no shame?!
But the iron gleam was already rushing toward him, leaving him no room to hesitate.
The scepter in his hand suddenly swept sideways, carrying crushing force with it. The Bear God's strength collided with the weight of Demon Mountain, and the surging shockwave utterly toppled the palace Grand Duke Demon Mountain had spent centuries building, burying it in dust.
Watching countless treasures and achievements vanish beneath the debris, Grand Duke Demon Mountain's eyes burned red as he stared at Richard, bright and blazing.
There had been a road to heaven, yet he refused to take it!
If Richard had continued stubbornly holding the Solano Defense Line as he had in recent days, Grand Duke Demon Mountain might