The Fire Devils' New Homeland

"Ah?!"

"His Grace—"

Had fallen?

The Burning Legion forces scattered across California, now reduced to a land of volcanic lava, had abruptly learned that their boss was gone. Ordinary flame creatures were still bewildered, while the Flamefolk transformed from humans erupted into an uproar.

Without His Grace, what were they supposed to do? No, what were these "new humans" supposed to do?

A single Dragon Rank could support a major power, but conversely, without a Dragon Rank, how could one be called a major power?

"Shut up, you idiots!"

The Flame Lord who had come to gather them bore the classic appearance of a Western Devil: curved ram horns atop his head, flames constantly spilling from his facial features, and enormous bat wings behind him. He wore armor forged from extraordinary alloy continuously refined and compressed from lava, while a vicious, serrated decapitation sword rested in his hand.

"Our new king has issued an order. Everyone, return to Sun Island!"

?

Were they returning to defend their headquarters?

Countless Flame "new humans" were filled with thoughts.

But this Devil Flame Lord gave them no time to hesitate. He swung his decapitation sword toward the ocean.

"Open!!"

Riiip—

The Pacific Ocean, already lowered by more than two hundred meters because someone had "grasped the moon in their hand," was suddenly split through the air by a scarlet trajectory. Red light parted the seawater. It could not compare to Moses parting the sea in sheer dominance, but forming a passage across the ocean was no problem.

"Those lacking strength, ride on the backs of your fellow kin! Full speed ahead!"

At the Flame Lord's command, nearly all the "new humans" climbed onto Hellfire and Flame Dragon Lizards.

Even lesser Devils and the like clung to these powerful flame creatures.

Then—

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