Seated upon the throne, Charles gave a gentle wave of his hand, and Zarlos was sent flying.
He fell out of the wizard tower.
As Zarlos flew through the air and had just steadied himself, he saw Dorkas emerge from the palace, his face blazing with rage.
This powerful fifth-tier Demon Lord had had his fury ignited, his eyes consumed by anger.
No matter what, this fellow was still a powerful fifth-tier Demon Lord.
He could retreat, he could flee, but when he felt humiliated and had no way to escape, battle would inevitably be his final choice.
"Roar!"
"You lot are far too bold!"
"Have you forgotten that I am a Demon Lord?!"
"This is my territory!"
"Kill!"
No longer fearful and instead filled with the desire to fight, Dorkas roared in fury.
The Greater Demons, who saw no hope of escape, cheered as one.
The Demon Lord they had once submitted to and worshipped had returned once more at this moment!
They did not fear death; they feared meaningless death.
They relished the joy brought by slaughter.
Above the palace, several hundred Greater Demons, along with another Greater Demon, leaped into the air and followed behind Dorkas as they charged toward the wizard tower in the sky.
At that moment, Dorkas's confidence swelled. Even with the wizard tower, Charles did not seem like much.
And the moment Zarlos was thrown out, this was the sight that greeted him.
Hundreds of Greater Demons, a fourth-tier Greater Demon, and a fifth-tier Demon Lord were flying straight at him.
How was a fourth-tier Greater Demon like him supposed to remain calm in the face of that?!
"My Lord!!"
"Your loyal servant is still outside!"
"Open the door! I haven't gotten in yet!"
Hearing Zarlos's cries, Bruce led the other Greater Demons