Bloodshed, Part Two

For now, let's set Renard aside. Down below the mountain, Viscount Malgarni was absolutely furious.

His fury didn't stem from the stalemate and heavy losses on the battlefield. It was because demon nobles had arrived to snatch the credit at the very moment victory was within reach.

Taking credit was common among demons, but he couldn't tolerate having his own achievements erased and being saddled with the charge of poor oversight.

But whether he could tolerate it or not, he had to. He couldn't afford to offend any of the demon nobles who had come.

Among them were direct descendants of Sereos, Commander-in-Chief of the Burning Legion; direct descendants of Sbornak, the deputy Commander-in-Chief; and direct descendants of his father, Mannoroth.

Some might ask: wasn't Viscount Malgarni also a direct descendant of Mannoroth? Why should he fear them?

The answer was simple. Even between father and son, some were closer than others. His elder brother was a pure-blooded Abyssal Lord, of the same race as Mannoroth.

As for Viscount Malgarni, he was merely the bastard son of Abyssal Lord Mannoroth and some ravishing Abyssal succubus.

Of course, what counted as ravishing, what demons considered beautiful, and how they got together were all difficult questions to understand.

At any rate, Viscount Malgarni had now been pushed down from the position of commander-in-chief of this army to fourth in command.

No! To be precise, fifth!

Because Sereos, Commander-in-Chief of the Burning Legion, had sent two brothers...

Watching the fierce battle on Qiming Mountain, the Abyssal Motivator Dulta chuckled. "Is this the human army that's been troubling Lord Malgarni for so long? They don't look all that strong to me!"

As he spoke, he seemed to casually glance at Viscount Malgarni beside him, his face dark as a storm cloud. His eyes held