Demons were fleshly bodies created under the will of Chaos. They were also servants of the Dark Gods and the main force of the armies of destruction.
Strictly speaking, they were things that existed somewhere between being and nothingness, forged by the apocalypse spoken of by fools.
What made demons dangerous was not merely the bodies they gained after breaking through the veil of reality, but also their powerful spiritual corruption. They could corrupt the mortal armies sent to fight them and ultimately turn them against humanity itself.
Few creatures could resist such condescension, but Orks were an exception.
To them, a demon's words were not temptation, merely a form of mockery.
They would only fly into a rage at a demon's seduction.
Guk leaped down from the ruins, landed on both feet, and began to run.
Lights flickered around him as demon bodies took shape within the torn rifts. This place was only eight hundred meters from the Brass Gate, and the earlier explosions had turned it into a gigantic crater.
The beings taking shape were Bloodletters with crimson skin. They were the vanguard of the Blood God's army and exceptionally cruel slaughterers.
"Come on! Let's have a proper fight!"
Guk charged at the nearest demon. He could feel the horned monsters wielding rusted longswords shrinking back before the edge of his psychic shield.
Then another group of demons appeared directly in front of him. They looked like a tightly organized legion, arranged in a charging formation with the Blood God's banners raised high.
Guk seized the instant of their hesitation and struck first, knocking one down with his warhammer.
But the next second, he was immediately surrounded.
"Come on! All of you!"
Guk stabbed and smashed at the demons around him, sending them back to wherever they had