"Ah! Help! There are bad guys here!"
The shrieks of several Flame Imps shattered the deathly silence. No, it shouldn't be called deathly—at this moment, the demon camp was littered with corpses.
There were powerful Felguards, Doomlords, all manner of tiny Imps, and Gan'arg engineers. Corpses large and small stretched from the camp entrance all the way to its center, forming a road of blood.
"Ah! Take my fireball! Urgh..."
With a splat, Vanidak pulled his thrown axe from the half-corpse of the Imp that had been wailing just moments ago. Casually shaking off the unidentified fluid on it, he said with a smug expression, "No one can escape my eyes!"
Boom!
A violent blow to his back sent Vanidak stumbling forward. His grand pose interrupted, Vanidak turned around angrily, trying to find whoever had ambushed him.
"Malaka! Spicy hotpot, get your ass out here!" Vanidak scanned his surroundings and roared furiously, "Come out! I'll chop you to death, you bastard! Ugh... blegh!"
The true culprit behind the sneak attack appeared before Vanidak. This demon had a uniquely grotesque appearance. Its fat body was bloated beyond measure, yet a cluster of tiny demon wings on its back flapped furiously, somehow keeping the entire body suspended in midair in defiance of physics. Fangs jutted from the corners of its mouth, and a pair of eyes hidden in its folds stared venomously at Vanidak.
"Uh... th-this is a Succubus?! What the hell kind of taste do you demons have? Have these guys' brains really been burned into mush by Fel? Oh my god... ugh, ugh, ugh!" Seemingly struck by a terrible blow, Vanidak turned around and dry-heaved nonstop, although his Titan body could not vomit anything.
"You dare oppose the Burning Legion!" the enormous demon said to Vanidak. "I'll feed you to