"What a strange vampire... Better be careful next time."

With Lis’s departure, the tavern returned to its previous calm.

...

A majestic and penetrating voice exploded in every inch of space in the Desolate Flame Capital like rolling thunder.

That voice seemed to come from the ancient Abyss, carrying an irresistible authority, directly piercing into the ears of every demon.

[All demons, out of the city!]

At the summons of this voice, demons scattered throughout the city instantly became restless.

The demons stopped whatever they were doing and headed out of the city without hesitation. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Their impatient demeanor made the forthcoming scene seem not like an unknown and dangerous battlefield, but rather a grand and enticing revelry.

In each demon’s eyes glistened with excitement and bloodlust, their steps hurried and chaotic.

From time to time, low growls escaped their mouths, as if venting their inner desire for battle.

In no time, all demons gathered outside the city.

However, this so-called gathering was but a horde without any order.

They pushed and squeezed against each other noisily.

Some demons fought fiercely with those beside them for a slightly forward position.

For a moment, the outside was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

As guards, the Balrog Flame Demons stood quietly aside, solemn in appearance.

They were towering, with knotted muscles, surrounded by raging Fiery Fire, wielding gigantic flaming battleaxes, emitting a fearsome aura.

But at this moment, they merely watched coldly, without any intent to maintain order.

Perhaps in their eyes, the chaos and mania of these demons were but a true reflection of their impending battlefield, unnecessary to restrain.

Time slowly passed amid this chaos and restlessness, and after a while, the air outside the city seemed to suddenly freeze.

All demons ceased their bickering and fighting, unanimously gazing ahead.

A towering figure appeared before them like a moving fiery mountain peak.

Where this figure passed, the air burned and twisted, exuding a legendary aura.

The aura was like tangible pressure, causing all nearby demons to feel a chill in their hearts.

As this figure gradually approached, the demons finally saw its true appearance.

It was the Lord here, the Legendary Fire Demon Dominic! Dominic was extremely tall, as high as twenty meters.

His body was covered with a thick, flowing magma armor, constantly flickering with scorching light, seeming ready to erupt at any moment.

His head was like a massive volcanic crater; his eyes were two burning suns, emitting piercing light, making it difficult to look directly.

His lips curled slightly into a cruel yet confident smile, seemingly filled with an assurance of victory for the coming battle.

Dominic slowly scanned the demons before him and said in a deep, resonant voice:

"Today, those who dare invade our territory will pay a bitter price for their foolish acts.

We will hydrate this Desolate Flame land with their blood!"

Upon hearing the Lord’s words, the demons instantly boiled over.

They brandished their weapons, letting out earth-shaking roars, as if releasing all their inner excitement and desire for combat.

Led by Dominic, this vast and chaotic Demon Army surged toward the battlefield like a turbulent tide.