The night sky of the First Demon Realm had no waning moon or stars; there were only countless eyeballs hanging in the sky, gazing coldly at the ground.
It was said that those eyeballs were the souls of the losers—demons who had fallen in the Bloodflesh Arena.
Their souls were unworthy of reincarnation, nor would they be forgiven by the first Great Demon, the Tyrant of Khorne.
Everything here served only the strong.
Before the rise of Demon King Ria, victory, bullying, and slaughter were the only iron laws.
After the fall of Demon King Ria, this place had finally returned to the traditional order that the demons had long missed.
On both ends of the Blood Hills, a group of Dread Demons and Ghoul Demons were setting up a messy battle formation, both sides poised to strike.
The reign of Demon King Ria had, after all, left behind some things the demons found useful.
For example, after thousands of years of primitive brawling, the demons had finally learned how to form lines, engage in group battles, create local advantages, and boost morale.
“For Grand Lord Garrosh! Oh-lo-lo-lo-lo — !”
The Ghoul Demons, their mouths full of jagged teeth, began to shriek.
Terrifying roars rose one after another as the demons danced wildly, creating a scene of bizarre madness.
“To hell with you! Go back to the Seventh Demon Realm and be succubi! Hahahaha — !”
The Dread Demons burst into laughter, not taking the Ghoul Demons seriously at all.
Roars replaced war drums as both sides charged with a howl.
However, after only a few steps, the formations began to break and loosen, shattering into pieces without a shred of order.
The Dread Demon leader and the Ghoul Demon leader crashed into each other violently.
They wore a mix of enchanted armor styles, looking more like junk collectors than warriors.
Despite this, their strength was not to be underestimated; both had reached the level of a human Rank 7 combat class.
Boom — !
A pitch-black “meteor” fell from the sky, suddenly smashing into the center of the chaotic battlefield and knocking both the Dread Demon and Ghoul Demon leaders back.
“Gua! Who is it?”
The Dread Demon leader picked up his helmet and put it back on, his ugly face filled with confusion.
“Yah! You piece of trash! You old coward! You actually had someone stage an ambush from the sky!” the Ghoul Demon leader screamed in rage.
“Gua! You carrion-eater! Look closely! He’s not one of mine! I don’t need a giant dick falling from the heavens to fuck you up!!”
The Dread Demon cursed back.
As the dust cleared, both sides could finally see the “demon” that had fallen from the sky.
He was wearing a set of standard-issue armor that made this group of demons tremble with familiarity.
The violent lines and the aesthetic style full of wild tension belonged to a unit whose ranks had long since been wiped out.
The Guardian Army.
The Dread Demon leader and the Ghoul Demon leader exchanged a glance.
“It’s a remnant of Demon King Ria! Those annoying lunatics! All together now!”
“Yah! Kill him!”
Both sides charged toward the “Guardian Army” soldier in the center as if by agreement.
Then — in a mere instant, both demon leaders were subdued.
The Dread Demon had the sharp horn on his head ripped out, and the Ghoul Demon had his tail snapped under a heavy boot.
The “Guardian Army” soldier did not hold back in the slightest, because in his heart, demons did not feel pain.
“What a powerful demon! Gua! Can we settle this peacefully?”
The Dread Demon leader asked, his heart gripped by an uncontrollable fear.
The human hero encased in the Guardian Army armor remained silent for a long time.
As the long silence ended, Jon coughed twice, intentionally lowering his voice to a raspy growl.
“I am the newly appointed personal guard commander of Lord Demon King Ria, and the last of the Guardian Army. I have come on the Demon King’s behalf to deliver new military orders.”
“Yah! Demon King Ria is finished! You’re lying! Liar!”
The Ghoul Demon, clutching his broken tail, could not help but talk back.
Jon reached out, nearly twisting the Ghoul Demon leader’s skull right off his neck.
He barked sternly, “Shut up! If I say Demon King Ria is alive, then he is alive! You only need to do one thing: obey your military orders!”
“No! You have no right to order me! I am Grand Lord Garrosh’s man! Grand Lord Garrosh will tear you to pieces!”
The Ghoul Demon showed no fear, shouting viciously.
Jon was silent for a moment.
“Where is Garrosh?” he asked.
Two minutes later.
A shattered, half-dead Flame Demon was slammed violently in front of the Ghoul Demon leader.
A blank expression took over the Ghoul Demon’s ugly face.
Seconds later, he suddenly knelt before Jon.
“New Grand Lord! New Grand Lord! New Grand Lord!” the Ghoul Demons erupted in fanatical shouts.
“…”
Jon fell into silence again.
“No, I am not a Grand Lord. I am the Demon King’s personal guard commander,” he tried to explain.
“I am here to convey the Demon King’s mil—”
“New Grand Lord! New Demon King! Kill the old King Ria! A new King is crowned! A new King is crowned!”
The Ghoul Demons continued their frantic, cheering ruckus.
“No, I told you—”
“Demon King Black Egg! Demon King Black Egg! Demon King Black Egg!”
The Ghoul Demons had already taken it upon themselves to give him a title.
“Shut the fuck up! Can you all just listen to me for one second!”
Jon finally lost his temper and threw a punch, spinning the Ghoul Demon leader’s head 1080 degrees.
The Ghoul Demons finally quieted down and behaved.
The Ghoul Demon leader also silently twisted his broken neck back into place.
Jon’s chest heaved with anger.
He grabbed the rotten skin on the Ghoul Demon leader’s chest and raised his armored fist, waving it threateningly.
“I ask, you answer. If you don’t listen—” Smack, another punch landed.
“Understand?”
The Ghoul Demon leader nodded frantically.
“Who do I have to beat up for you muscle-brained idiots to listen to me?”
The Ghoul Demons blurted out more than twenty names at once.
Then, they started arguing among themselves about who did or did not deserve to be mentioned in the conversation.
“Stop arguing!”
Jon roared.
The demons’ voices gradually died down.
“I’ll just beat them all up!”
Jon declared.
The Ghoul Demons were silent for a second before they all burst into cheers.
“Fuck up all the Grand Lords!”
“Fuck up Demon King Ria!”
“Fuck up the humans!”
Fanatical and worshipful cries rose one after another.
Jon picked up the Ghoul Demon leader, preparing to go and beat up every single demon lord in the First Demon Realm one by one.
For some reason, although this group of demons was chaotic and mad, he felt strangely comfortable and relaxed.
It was great—no clashing of intellect or strategy, just pure, unadulterated muscle and combat!
He even felt as if he truly belonged here.
Meanwhile, it seemed as if Demon King Ria had been the one born into the wrong body.
In just over half an hour, every demon with a name in the First Demon Realm had been caught and beaten by this “last Guardian Army soldier” in the name of avenging Demon King Ria.
No demon found this strange; this was exactly how the atmosphere in the First Demon Realm should be!
A crowd of demons surrounded him.
Many were just there to see the commotion, wanting to admire the style of this new Grand Lord who had stepped onto the “Path of the Demon King.”
Jon looked around at the deformed demons surrounding him, unable to calm his heart for a long time.
‘Can these demons really work? Can they actually be useful?’ He suddenly had deep doubts about the feasibility of the nobles’ “Demon Slaves for Farming” plan.
Compared to a field, the arena was clearly the place where these demons belonged.
For Demon King Ria to be able to integrate these things together, even getting them to obediently wear uniform armor and stand in proper military formations… it was truly… incredibly miraculous.