Chapter 283: The Academys Weapon Replicator
The army of corpses created by Belphegor, though slow, marched relentlessly forward. Belphegor watched their advance with amusement.
"...Slow," Frondier muttered, his eyes trembling as he observed the approaching horde.
Most of the incomplete bodies stumbled and shuffled, while the four-legged monsters moved with slightly more speed.
"No matter how slow they are, they will reach the barrier," Belphegor declared.
If this army reached the barrier, it would undoubtedly crumble under the combined assault of the monsters, already weakened by their relentless attacks.
"That won't happen," Frondier countered. Belphegor's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized him.
"Still all talk, I see. You said you would stop them."
"I won't be the one to stop them."
Belphegor's brow furrowed in confusion.