"I've been imprisoned for more than 10,000 years..."
A deep and suppressed hoarse voice appeared in the blood-colored phantom.
As the blood mist dispersed, that sturdy body finally appeared in this world. Just looking at its ferocious appearance, one would feel the most primitive fear from their hearts. It was like facing the most ferocious terror, and that was indeed the truth.
The hell lord was a powerful race from the ancient times that could contend against the gods.
In fact, both sides had even fought to the point where both sides suffered heavy losses.
Hence, there was now a situation where many races were dominating this world.
It could be said that if it wasn't for the abyssal faction and the gods' factions, both sides would have fought to the very end and would have been at the end of their lives. They would no longer be as glorious and powerful as before. The many races that were enslaved would still do as they were supposed to do.
They would bow in the honor of the gods and offer their devout faith.
They would be filled with fear towards the shadow of the abyss and show their deepest respect.
There was no difference.
The gods needed the souls of living beings to become devout believers and build their divine kingdoms.
The demons needed the souls of living beings to turn into demonic worms to develop the abyss.
At that time, humans and other races were the subsidiary products of the gods and demons. They were not seen as living beings. They were a group of inferior servants and even food to those gods and demons.
This was also the reason why both sides were betrayed after their gruesome battle.
Humans were once the servants of the gods.
But after the betrayal, they became the dominant race in the world.
At least in this land, where the Resniston River flowed, the hegemony of humans was one of the strongest. Even the dwarf tribes in the distant south were afraid of the strength of the humans here.
There was not only the Dukedom of Leo here.
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Silver Platter Kingdom, Iris Kingdom, River Bay Kingdom.
Each kingdom had several counties of land, hundreds of thousands of civilians and slaves.
As the pillar of the kingdom, there were the king's vassals, as well as the nobles under the vassals. They formed a powerful noble corps, including various knight corps and infantry corps formed by the nobles' vassals.
This was the military strength displayed by the human kingdom on the surface.
At the same time, it included hidden resources.
For example, the magic towers of various countries.
For example, the temple and the Holy Church.
For example, the academy of knowledge and the collection of books.
For example, the grand knight training center.
These were the true resources of the human kingdom. In fact, it was far better than the Dukedom of Leo, which had three counties. After all, it was the weakest force on the land that the Resniston River flowed through.
And now, it had fallen into a faint division, as well as years of internal strife and war!
Even without the invasion of the Silver Platter Kingdom, the Dukedom of Leo was plagued by internal and external problems.
Look at now.
At the foot of the most famous Mountain of Death in the East County.
A huge lord of hell, a legendary demon, had used Gibran's body to step onto the stage of history. He stood in front of the world and announced its existence!
However, no one in front of it was frightened, and no one even fled in fear.
There was still no expression on their faces.
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All of them calmly waited for the next order.
Because in everyone's hearts, the order from the Supreme Lord Kant could dispel the fear in their hearts. With a brazen and fearless heart, they would directly charge forward and fight against that eight-meter-tall giant creature!
Facing the so-called Lord of Hell or the abyssal demon, they had no emotions at all.
It was just a battle!
The people from the world of "Mount and Blade" had never been afraid of war.
Moreover, the mages from the Enfath Empire advanced forward.
The Royal Knights from the Kingdom of Swadia advanced forward.
The Lion Knights from the National Knight Corps from the Kingdom of Sarleon advanced forward.
Facing the so-called Lord of Hell, the Lord of Sin, Flame Master, Flensas, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just a creature slightly stronger than them!
In the Pendor Continent, where the Kingdom of Sarleon was located.
In the world of "Wind of War", where the Enfath Empire was located.
There were creatures that even more terrifying than this lord of hell existed!
They had never been afraid of anything. Instead, they relied on the tenacity of the humans and forcefully fought their way out of the world that was surrounded by many powerful enemies. They were even the overlords of that world!
Now, it was just merely an abyssal demon, the Lord of Hell.
Why were they afraid of it?
Kant's lips curled into a smile. He could feel the monstrous aura of his troops surging.
It was like a huge wave, appearing in his troops and forming an aura. It whistled towards the hell lord, who was still grinning ferociously and waiting on the spot, as if he wanted to completely absorb the blood-colored mist.
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"Hu Hu hu --"
A gale swept over.
The blood-colored mist around the hell lord instantly dissipated.
It seemed to have finally noticed the human troops that were slowly approaching in formation. The red light in its eyes appeared to be blood-red. It shook the ten-meter-long flaming whip in its hand, and sparks crackled everywhere.
As the Lord of Hell Demons, the Lord of Sin, and the Master of Flame, Flensas was the supreme existence that controlled the flames of hell!
In the ancient times, when its combat power was at its peak, even the most powerful gods had to hide under its whip of flames, and the troops formed by groups of god's descendants was destroyed by it.
And now, the lowly humans also had the idea of daring to resist it.
This made Flensas snigger. "Interesting!"
"Indeed interesting." Kant nodded.
Those were the stories that originated from ancient times, and they were still passed down to the present day. The culture of this world had not been broken down.
Humans themselves were a civilization that had been passed down from the gods or the abyss. In other words, the gods or the abyss had been passed down to their descendants, and then passed down to the so-called spawns of humans. It was a civilization and culture that had been passed down from generation to generation.
After mixing with each other for ten thousand years, although the original stories had been lost and changed a lot, it could be still understood.
Kant was, after all, a scholar.
However, there was a smile at the corner of his mouth.
This interesting battle was definitely not a place for this hell demon to play around.
The gaze in his eyes gradually turned cold. He slowly pulled out the Sword of King and slowly pointed it forward. In a deep voice, he said, "All troops, attack!"
"Kill!" An orderly response appeared.
