The One-Horned Devil Immortal spoke with ironclad conviction. Indignation filled his chest; clearly, his fury had reached its peak.
Watching him, Kleim helplessly patted his shoulder.
"I understand how you feel. I also know that you were originally a race of the Primordial World and place great importance on family ties. But the Devil Race is different. What war doesn't claim lives? Who hasn't lost a few friends or relatives in battle?"
"Try to let it go. How could everything go the way we wish?"
Tears welled in the One-Horned Devil Immortal's eyes. "Thank you for comforting me, Commander Kleim. You truly spoke what was in my heart. But I still request permission to fight. Even if not for my relatives, then for the sake of venting this anger, I must wipe out the Human Race to the last soul."
Kleim took the opportunity to say, "Since you insist so strongly, I'll agree. But I have one condition: you must remain at the main camp with me. Only your legion will be allowed to join the battle."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal froze, staring at him in astonishment.
What was going on? Had they discovered something?
After thinking it over, he grew even more uneasy.
"But if I don't command them, I'm afraid the legion's fighting strength will be greatly reduced. How will we break through the Human Race's formation then?"
As for why he absolutely had to command them, that was naturally just an excuse.
Kleim waved a hand. "It's fine, it's fine. It makes no difference whether you command them. As a Devil Race Commander, it isn't time for you to charge into battle yet. When we need you, we'll naturally put you to use."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal hesitated.
He could sense that Kleim, standing before him, seemed