Charles ignored the great demon.
His wizard tower had teleported over, and the great demon had just appeared not far away.
Faced with such an opportunity, Charles could not resist the itch in his fingers.
With a stretch of his hand, he seized that great demon and pulled it over.
It looked like a simple move, but it consumed no small amount of power.
First, he compressed his Fear Radiance into his palm, instantly robbing the great demon of any ability to resist.
Then, with the wizard tower's aid, he confined a small stretch of space around them. After that came his elemental true form, his authority, and the power of a fifth-rank Demon Lord—all of it erupted at once.
Only then could he seemingly so effortlessly seize this fourth-rank Demon Lord and pull him up.
The sight left the great demons under Charles's command in no doubt that their Demon Lord was powerful beyond measure.
It looked simple, but capturing a fourth-rank great demon alive was far more difficult than killing several great demons.
Below, Dorkas had been venting his fury in the main hall, shouting and roaring.
Suddenly, like a duck with its throat seized, the curses he had only half shouted were forced back down.
This was his territory—indeed, it could even be called his domain.
Within this territory, he had gained authority bestowed by the will of the Abyss, and it had likewise strengthened his power.
That authority was what he relied on to survive. It was also why he dared declare that even if Kolsama and Anog came to attack him again, he would not necessarily be afraid; he could even hold them off for a while.
Even when facing Charles, a fifth-rank Demon Lord who was equally powerful—whose presence pressed forward step by step,