The Abyssal Demon Dragon felt the tearing agony at the root of his left wing and the burning suffocation in his neck. Below, the Bagnians seethed like a boiling swarm of ants. His wounds had not driven them back; they had only grown more frenzied. An overwhelming, instinctive urge to survive screamed within him.
Run!
Leave this damned place! These humans weren't prey-they were lunatics!
His enormous body twisted laboriously in the air. He tried to feint a diving attack, then use the motion to turn and flee the beach that had inflicted such humiliation and grievous wounds upon him.
The sky was so vast. Once he put some distance between them, what could those insects on the ground possibly do to him?
Yet the instant that thought arose, a colder, more terrifying will clamped down on the core of his soul like invisible shackles.
It was the command Demon Lord Grosag had branded directly into the depths of his consciousness before sending him into battle.
"Suppress the beachhead! Draw all their fire and create an opening for Saphira's team!"
Saphira, that cunning and powerful Six-Armed Serpent Demon, should have been using the tremendous commotion caused by the dragon and the main army to infiltrate the blasphemous church that kept spewing out "mutant monsters," slipping through the shadows with her elite squad.
If he fled now and caused Saphira's operation to be exposed or fail... merely imagining Lord Grosag's methods made his soul tremble.
That would mean eternal torment worse than death.
Face the siege of these crazed insects, or endure the lord's endless wrath afterward?
Weighing the lesser of two evils, the Abyssal Demon Dragon's burning eyes filled with despair and savagery. At last, those emotions erupted in a hysterical roar laden with boundless grief and fury.
He could