Volume Five: A World of Possibilities - Chapter Thirteen: The Feeling of Being a Master (Part One)

Devil King Sean reclined comfortably in his carriage, one hand still stroking a Dark Elf's pert black backside. Suddenly, he noticed that it had gone quiet outside. Puzzled, he lifted the curtain. Framed in the little square opening was the wall of the Luo Hotel: the sky above it was still, and the wall was dyed crimson with blood.

"Impossible!" Sean blurted out when he saw the Luo Company flag flying high above the wall. How could this be? Even packed shoulder to shoulder, a place that small could not hold four thousand people. And the Ghost Hawk Warriors were notorious throughout the Demon Realm for their ferocity. How could an entire Ghost Hawk Squadron have been wiped out in less than an hour?

When Sean had received the report, he had laughed three times. "Heaven is on my side!" Those three fools had actually run into the Luo Hotel. Did they not know it was on his territory now? The Devil Race had always been loosely organized, and many Devil Kings relied entirely on their own strength to keep their followers in line. Once a Devil King died, his forces would immediately splinter, perhaps even scatter in a panic. Kill those three Devil Kings, and the threats around him would resolve themselves.

Sean had spared no expense, even pulling a Ghost Hawk Air Squadron straight out of an ongoing battle to surround the Luo Hotel. Ordinarily, he would never have brought a concubine along on a military march. But this operation had seemed so easy to him, practically a gift from heaven. He had never imagined that the vanguard sent to seize the wall would be destroyed in under an hour!

Against any other force, even with such a mismatch in strength, five hundred Demonic Cultivators probably could not