On the blood-red earth.
The old king, trampled beneath the new king's foot, let out a mournful sigh.
"You will never understand the power of the gods. That supreme God King bears down with the weight of all heaven and earth. If you insist on going your own way, you will lead the Abyss Devil Clan to eternal destruction!"
It was clear that the old king's lament came from the heart.
But the Devil King laughed heartily, a contemptuous smile spreading across his face.
"No, you are the one who does not understand the power of devils. Our ancestors fled in disgrace, but we, their descendants, are no cowards. We have developed for tens of thousands of years and gained unimaginable resources in this world."
"So what if they are gods? A race without any fortuitous opportunities, merely born tens of thousands of years before our Devil Clan."
"When we slaughter the gods in the future, we devils will be the new gods of the Earth World!"
The cold wind bit fiercely.
Before the devil army.
The Devil King recalled everything that had once happened on this land, then looked toward the orderly Demon Race army opposite him, its bells and drums sounding in unison, and smiled coldly.
"Demons? A savage race that sprang from who knows where. Even after inheriting the power of the gods, they have not cast aside their bestial nature."
Through battle after battle, they had long since learned the true nature of the Demon Race.
Although all members of the Demon Race could assume human form, their original forms were their finest forms for slaughter!
On the earliest battlefields.
Whenever the devils saw humanoid beings approaching them, only to transform into ferocious giant beasts in the blink of an eye, their hearts had trembled.
Now