Baal rode a towering Nightmare whose limbs blazed with fire, standing atop a small hill...
Several hundred Fire-Throwing Maggots stood before him, hurling fireballs at the battlefield below.
The fireballs, each about as powerful as a grenade, didn't do much damage to Behemoth's vanguard, but they were enough to disrupt its formation and let the powerful Lava Demons break through.
More than twenty small-scale battles like this had already taken place...
Baal knew his objective. He had to make it look as if he were putting up a fierce resistance, then hurry the two armies of Demons along.
Five kilometers farther on lay the frozen graveyard the humans had chosen for the two armies.
Baal felt he couldn't afford to miss such a magnificent slaughter. He had the Moloch Royal Family's divine artifact, the Soul-Gathering Coffin, and the souls of the high-ranking Demons who had frozen to death ought to still be there.
Gathering souls to strengthen Moloch's army was the most important task Baal had now.
He didn't know why the souls of Demons killed by Alvin, or who died near him, disappeared, but out of those 300,000 Demons, surely a few would slip through and be left for Baal to absorb.
Seeing that the battle below was nearly over, Baal tapped the shoulder of a Demon commander standing at his feet with his whip. "Tell them to retreat. We're pulling back..."
The one-eyed Demon commander glanced at Baal. Though his approach went against the Demons' nature, the commander had no intention of objecting. He took a red horn from his waist and blew...
A few hours later, Alvin stood on a platform built from logs, watching Moloch's troops lure the two armies of Demons toward the prepared battlefield, keeping just far enough ahead of them.
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