The scout drew a ragged breath and continued:
"We've never seen their weapons before!"
"Judging by those immensely powerful steel behemoths and steel birds, they definitely aren't natives of the Terra Continent!"
"They... they must be reinforcements from another planet, here to help the natives of Terra!"
At this, a strange light flashed in Malphite's crimson eyes.
He slowly rose, and the shadow cast by his massive, nearly four-meter-tall body instantly engulfed the scout.
"Reinforcements... from another planet?"
He repeated the words softly. Then a low, hoarse laugh rose from deep in his throat, echoing through the empty Bone Hall. It sounded chilling.
"Heh heh... hahahahaha!"
Conquering new territory!
A whole new world!
If I could defeat these Bipeds, then attack through their Portal and offer that world to the great Demon Emperor...
What an achievement that would be!
The frustration in Malphite's heart vanished.
He had been on this planet called Terra for nearly two hundred years.
The remaining natives-the Elves, the Dwarves, the Holy Human Race...
Every last one hid like a turtle in its shell, using terrain and magic to hole up so securely that he simply could not break through.
Take the battle against the Holy Human Race a few days ago: their power naturally countered the Demon Clan, they possessed an inconceivable ability to recover, and they had the assistance of Dragons.
Even though he was stronger, he could not kill their seventh-order powerhouses.
With the war showing no progress, his superior, the great Demon God, had expressed his dissatisfaction many times.
He believed Malphite was seriously slowing resource collection across the entire Terra Planet.
Thinking of the Demon God gave Malphite a headache.
I really am unfortunate.
The last world he had invaded was a planet occupied by the Insect Race.
Those bugs could