"Very well. Now, let's first direct those Demon Kings and demons to retreat and preserve the Alliance's strength."
Demon looked over the battlefield and said, "The Mechanical Demon King really went berserk this time. He's been relentlessly hunting down those Demon Kings, and he didn't hold back at all, tossing out mechanical devices one after another."
"So many people died on Earth. Of course he went berserk. This time, although we failed to destroy Earth and lost quite a few troops, our gains were just as substantial."
Chthon looked at Alesha and smiled. "Once we consolidate the two Alliances, along with Alesha, our overall strength will increase dramatically."
Demon nodded. If not for that, why would he have paid so much? Overall, Demon had suffered no real losses this time, nor had the Losers Alliance. The only one who had lost out was the Fallen Demon King—he had even lost himself.
A world where only the Fallen Demon King got hurt had been achieved.
At that moment, Demon's clone in Silent Hill, unable to defeat Van Helsing and the other four, tragically chose to self-destruct, leaving Demon both heartbroken and furious.
The only fortunate thing was that the Mechanical Demon King's main body was not over there, so there was no need to worry about the clone being turned into material for curses.
Next, Demon, the Losers Alliance, and Alesha worked together to direct the Demon Kings' retreat. As long as they escaped to Demon Territory, they would be safe.
In the end, around three-quarters of the Demon Kings successfully escaped. Of the remaining quarter, some were killed and others captured. As for the demons, more than half had died.
However, no one cared whether demons lived or died. Hell had no shortage of demons. As long as they were