While Charles was constructing a teleportation rune array for escape.
The distant devil legion was also advancing rapidly.
Devils were creatures of lawful evil. They were born evil, yet they adhered strictly to order.
Even while marching, these devils remained in perfectly ordered ranks.
Viewed from high above, they seemed almost like a long dragon winding its way forward.
Meanwhile, from other directions, squads upon squads of devil troops were converging on them, joining this army.
Some smaller forces numbered only a few thousand.
Larger reinforcements, such as those sent by other devil counts, were led by one or two devil viscounts, accompanied by several devil barons and hundreds of thousands of devil soldiers.
They too were temporarily absorbed into this vast demon army.
Unlike demons, devils had no such thing as chaotic command.
Higher-ranking devils could naturally command lower-ranking devils.
Once these reinforcements reached this demon army and joined forces with it, they would automatically obey its command.
At this point, this demon army was only a few days' journey from the demon legion.
Its highest commander was a devil marquis.
Inside the legion's command tent, the devil marquis studied the surrounding terrain before a sorcery map.
He said regretfully, "What a pity. It seems that count still failed to hold on."
This devil marquis possessed a powerful aura, and he held a scepter embedded with a large gemstone.
He was a formidable devil with sixth-tier strength in his own right, and he also possessed authority.
Judging from his armor and the banners around him, this devil marquis served under the Eight Demon Generals of Purgatory.
His authority was the Authority of War bestowed upon him by a demon general.
With the enhancement of this authority, the devil marquis's strength could reach the peak of the sixth tier, only