The One-Horned Devil Immortal waved his hand. "No matter, it's only a thousand men. Go quickly. I can hold them off without a problem."
He patted a demon bee behind him. "These are all my little darlings. They should be enough to deal with them."
Among this race, only the demon bee queen possessed much intelligence. The others were little more than puppets.
They were quite handy to use.
Asmatos nodded. "Then I'll leave it to you. I'll be right back."
He would not be gone long.
Not long after Asmatos left, the One-Horned Devil Immortal yawned, looking utterly relaxed.
"Little darlings, fire your venomous needles for me."
He stationed the members of the Demon Bee Race there.
Then he leisurely made his way toward the Devil Race camp.
A guard stopped him.
"Lord One-Horned Devil Immortal, you need to command the battle here! How can you slip away?"
The One-Horned Devil Immortal looked at him with a solemn expression. "This place doesn't need anyone watching over it. Are you idiots? It's only a thousand-man squad. If they can break through here, the Devil Race might as well disband now."
"I need to rest and regroup. I still have preparations to make before dealing with them. Otherwise, how am I supposed to answer to Asmatos when he returns?"
He spoke with righteous conviction, and his words sounded perfectly reasonable.
The guard was left speechless. Instinctively, he felt this was wrong.
Yet he could find no reason to argue.
Helpless, he could only step back. "Very well. If there's danger, we'll come notify you, Lord Devil Immortal."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal paid him no mind. After dismissing the guards, he returned to his workshop and leisurely sipped his spirit tea. Another gain-he had bought himself quite a bit more time to