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Wizard calendar, fourth year of the Dark Era, July~
On this extraordinary day, one that people would remember for years to come, Diabolo awakened.
Diabolo, the Time-and-Space Demon God and one of the Three Dark Lords, had finally returned. In an instant, countless members of the Burning Legion felt they had someone to rally behind.
A vast campaign began. Every member of the Burning Legion, whether from the Destruction Squad or the Time-and-Space Squad, threw themselves into conquest and destruction.
For now, though, they allowed some of the natives to surrender. Those people could help Diabolo search for the Sunwell more efficiently.
Having ascended to Lord of Heaven, Diabolo became the strongest bulwark his forces could hope for. More than once during the conquest, he struck with thunderous force and killed everyone who dared resist.
The Thirteenth District~
It was an immense region comparable to the Northern Frontier. The Holy Temple had stationed troops in its central area, and they met the two advancing squads head-on.
Low-level Wizards, high-ranking Demons, mighty Destroyers, the terrifying Temple Legion, and Heavenly Demons that shadowed their targets like nightmares—all fought across the vast battlefield.
At last, the Temple Legion had managed to halt the army that had filled it with fear and dread.
Only then did everyone in the Wizard World realize that something comparable to the calamities of ancient times had descended upon them!
Those beings called Demons made everyone remember what fear truly was!
How distant were the days when Demons had ruled over them—so distant that everyone had forgotten.
But reality was cruel. Something comparable to the Demons, perhaps even worse,