The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The surrounding Armored Dragon Soldiers were stunned.

One strike shattered the Obsidian Battleaxe...

What kind of terrifying power is this?!

"You bastard... what kind of monster are you?" Kuchal, both shocked and furious, retreated hastily, almost to the tail of the Dragon Turtle.

He drew the Obsidian Short Sword from his waist, but its light weight gave him no sense of security whatsoever.

It was just a decoration hanging on him!

Octo looked silently at his panicked retreat, a mocking cold smile suddenly appearing on his expressionless face.

"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you're too weak."

Generally, the main generals of Hell and the Empire are at Gold or Silver Level, but this guy... probably just reached Bronze, at most Fine Steel Level.

As for Octo himself, after months of training on Planet Kao, his level surpassed even Sarah's, reaching the level of Silver!

He admitted that he might indeed have been bullying him a bit.

Hearing such unabashed mockery, Kuchal was filled with rage, but maintained his composure, not daring to move forward.

He didn't understand!

Why, even though he as a "Holy Blood Warrior" had reached the peak of Holy General Level, he couldn't even handle a mere servant of an Undead Mage!

Could it be that this undead... has also awakened Extraordinary Power?!

He let out a low growl, assumed a charging stance, but then suddenly jumped back, decisively abandoning his mount and leaving the massive shell.

Watching those antics filled with inner drama, Octo's heart remained unperturbed, simply resting the Double-edged Battle Axe on his shoulder.

Landing steadily on the ground, Kuchal's face showed a triumphant expression, grinning maliciously as he swung his short sword.

"Get him! Kill him!"

So what if his strength is above Holy General Level?

Even if he's at Divine General Level!

He can't withstand the trampling of thousands of Armored Dragon Soldiers!

The charge horn sounded amidst the battle formation, and the Armored Dragon Soldiers surrounding Kuchal drew their weapons, howling as they charged towards Octo.

But it wasn't over!

Kuchal steeled his heart, slashing the short sword in his right hand across his left arm, throwing the dark blood onto the ground while chanting a spell.

The moment the spell left his lips, a black aura rose from the blood, rushing straight towards his mount!

As soon as it inhaled the black gas, the previously docile Dragon Turtle went berserk, hissing and growling, pacing restlessly, with its shell shaking violently.

Indifferent, standing on the violently shaking turtle back, Octo quietly watched the performance of the Lizardman General and the charging soldiers, without a trace of panic.

Seizing the opportunity, the battle axe in his hand suddenly sank downward, the spearhead at the end of the axe handle piercing straight through the back of the Dragon Turtle's neck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain!

Its most vulnerable part penetrated, the Dragon Turtle's eyes instantly filled with blood-red, finally collapsing with a pained howl, completely motionless.

The Armored Dragon Soldiers who had rushed close climbed onto the turtle's back, attempting to overwhelm Octo with their numbers.

However, at this moment, a series of piercing shrieks suddenly came from the sky.

Grinning, Kuchal abruptly looked up to see burning trails appearing in the clear sky, like a rain of fire descending from the heavens!

What is that?

Crossbow Cannons?

Magic?

His face was filled with confusion, a sense of dread gradually creeping into his heart.

It was the instinct of a creature facing the unknown!

His intuition told him that the flames descending from the sky contained power far beyond his imagination...

The Double-edged Battle Axe in Octo's hand stirred up a whirlwind, casually knocking away more than a dozen Armored Dragon Soldiers who had first climbed onto the turtle's back, then looked at the stunned Kuchal gazing at the sky, proclaiming the fate of him and his soldiers.

"It seems you have made your choice, to serve my master as beings of the Undead."

"My master respects your decision."