Abyssal Hell.
Above Blackwood Forest.
The Barbazu had already led a group of devils close.
From afar, it spotted the enormous bodies of two dragons, along with a strange assortment of humans, Beastmen, and a few Quasits mixed among them.
"There are actually two dragons here?
"An adult green dragon and a mutated white dragon?
"Two chromatic dragons staying peacefully together. Now that's a rare sight."
The Barbazu flying at the front was somewhat surprised, its gaze fixed on the two conspicuous dragons.
The Little Devils saw the dragons and immediately shrieked in panic:
"Dragons! A green dragon! A white dragon! Why are there dragons here? They're terrifying! Won't we get attacked if we keep flying toward them?"
As naturally timid devils of the lowest rank, the Little Devils feared all powerful creatures.
And chromatic dragons in particular were synonymous with brutality and power.
That reputation extended even to Abyssal Hell.
Powerful demons and devils were unafraid, but weak creatures had no choice but to fear them.
This made them stop flying forward and dart around aimlessly in place, screaming.
"Hm?"
The Barbazu at the front was deeply displeased by the Little Devils' panic.
It snorted heavily, turned its head, and said:
"You bastards! Keep up! If any of you dare act like useless cowards again...
"I'll skin you when we get back and turn you into meat skewers for tonight's feast to celebrate capturing Natasha!"
"!"
Frightened by the Barbazu's words, the Little Devils shuddered again.
They could only steel themselves and continue flying after it.
The Vrocks following behind also saw the two dragons and the Descenders, and shouted:
"That's them! That devil attacked our flock with these people! They killed our kin!"
"A hateful devil, joining forces with humans! Unforgivable!"
The Vrocks roared.
"Now that we're here,