Such hard armor!
Though he had landed a hit, Demiurge knew full well that this attack was nowhere near enough to kill that warrior. At most, it would inflict minor injuries.
Damn weapons... damn armor... How were these things even made?
Just as Demiurge was grumbling inwardly, the other Devourers, having recovered their senses, swung power weapons resembling executioner's axes at him.
Demiurge had already devised a way to deal with weapons whose destructive power was beyond reason. He wrapped his fists in magical enchantments and forcibly used his mana pool to withstand the devastation of the power weapons' disintegration fields.
The moment they made contact, his mana bar dropped sharply.
Although Demiurge was already level one hundred, he was not a pure caster. His mana could only be considered barely sufficient.
Thus, Demiurge did not tangle with the executioner's axes for long. With a burst of strength, he knocked them aside, then beat his wings and rapidly retreated.
"Don't run!"
The Devourers' coordination had long since reached perfection. Especially after the Butcher's Nails had been removed, pain and rage no longer interfered with their judgment. Before Demiurge could widen the distance, several more battle-ready Devourers were already waiting for him.
Damn it... These people aren't faster or stronger than me, but their discipline makes up for those shortcomings.
Seeing that both his wings were about to be cut off, Demiurge could only helplessly use a high-level Word of Power on the Devourers.
"I command you: kneel!"
In an instant, an overwhelming pressure erupted from Demiurge's body and swept over every Devourer around him.
The resilient warriors immediately felt their armor creaking as their knees were relentlessly forced toward the ground.
"W-Witchcraft..."
The Devourers despised Demiurge's little tricks. At that moment, Angron spoke displeasedly.
"They are my children. Do you