On the battlefield below, Charles and Zarlos stared at each other.
All sorts of thoughts flashed through Charles's mind. Why was Hachiwote so useless?
He communicated with the Book of Causal Paths. It's over! Hachiwote lost far too quickly.
I haven't even had my fill yet! Why did he run away so soon?!
The Book of Causal Paths cursed as it wrote, "Idiots! These demons are truly idiots!"
"Such a splendid situation, and they ruined it just like that!!"
"My power of causality—it's gone, it's going to be gone!"
At that moment, one powerful devilish and demonic aura after another was retreating through the sky.
The three demon lords struggled to flee.
Their true names had all been cursed by Hachiwote, and they were wounded. None of them wanted to die here now, so they fled one after another.
The devil marquises led some of the strongest Greater Devils in pursuit of Hachiwote.
At the same time, they assigned several viscounts to keep watch on and pursue the three sixth-rank demon lords.
The other fifth-rank lords also began to scatter and flee.
For a time, powerful demons and devils were leaving the skies above the entire city one after another.
At this point, Charles was no longer worried.
Zarlos asked nervously, "My lord, what do we do? How do we escape?"
There were still several devil barons nearby.
Charles smiled. "Running away requires skill too."
Charles could not bear to abandon the demon legion he had painstakingly trained, nor those Ratman troops.
There were no powerful devil viscounts left in the city now.
Charles's thoughts immediately began to stir.
Remaining in this city was out of the question. That would be nothing but waiting for death.
The most sensible course now was to find a suitable direction and break out.