Bloodshed, Part Two

Viscount Malgarni naively thought that his father would learn how powerful the enemy was and forgive him for failing to supervise the battle.

Who could have guessed that Mannoroth, feeling humiliated, would vent all his anger on him instead?

Though Mannoroth hadn't punished him, he had sent a new group of battle supervisors, effectively stripping Malgarni of his authority.

Viscount Malgarni could hardly keep from crying. This was a disaster out of nowhere!

Just as several demon nobles were about to continue mocking him, the situation on the battlefield changed once more.

A pure white light suddenly glimmered at the summit of Qiming Mountain. The demon army, which had just been charging relentlessly, was swept off the mountainside like leaves caught in an autumn gale.

The demons who fell down the mountain were lucky. Though they broke bones and suffered serious injuries, they survived.

As for the unlucky ones, they were caught in the white light and burned slowly to ash, like sheets of paper set alight.

The demon nobles immediately fell silent. The scene before them was truly beyond their expectations.

Viscount Malgarni, however, was delighted. That's what you get for acting all high and mighty! Now you've been put in your place!

After a long silence, the Abyssal Motivator Dulta frowned and asked, "Was that a light-element forbidden spell?"

Thousands of demons had been burned to ash in an instant. There was no other way to do that except with a forbidden spell. And judging by the white radiance that lingered in the air, it was undoubtedly light magic.

Viscount Malgarni knew his father, Mannoroth, certainly hadn't told them how he'd been defeated. It wasn't exactly something worth bragging about.

If Mannoroth didn't say anything, which demon would dare ask?

Wouldn't that just annoy their superior and get