The plan was settled.
The three Demon Gods immediately sprang into action.
Edmund went to summon the ten fiercest Demon Kings under his command. Each stood over ten feet tall, with bulging muscles and weapons ranging from giant axes to spiked clubs. They looked like a professional demolition crew.
Felix selected eight Demon Kings skilled in illusion techniques and formations to handle the traps and interference.
Lucille was the most ruthless. The five Demon Kings she sent were all assassins, experts at concealment and killing with a single strike.
All twenty-three Demon Kings assembled within an hour.
"Target: the Misty Marsh."
Lucille's voice was cold.
"Mission: capture Ailiya, the Little Princess of the Winged Human Race, alive. Remember, alive. If anyone accidentally kills her, you'll answer with your head."
"Yes, ma'am!"
The Demon Kings answered in unison, bristling with killing intent.
"Move out."
The twenty-three Demon Kings became twenty-three streaks of light that tore across the night sky toward the Misty Marsh.
The three Demon Gods stood atop a tower at their base and watched them leave.
"I hope everything goes smoothly," Felix murmured.
"Of course it will!" Edmund grinned.
"Twenty-three Demon Kings against one little girl? If anything still goes wrong, I'll write my name backward!"
Lucille said nothing.
She only gazed into the distance, a trace of worry flashing through her eyes.
She wasn't worried they would fail to capture Ailiya.
She was worried about...
The Destruction Demon God.
"My lord..." she whispered.
"Please don't let hatred cloud your judgment. You must wait for us..."
At that moment, billions of miles away, the Destruction Demon God stood atop his palace, gazing toward the Human-Demon Battlefield.
The shattered Life Tablet in his hand had already been crushed to powder.
"Human Race..."
He opened his hand, letting the powder scatter