Chapter 117: Absolute Victory
— Thalorien’s POV —
"Great One!!!"
They screamed at the top of their lungs as blood squirted from all sides of their champion’s body. Beneath the grip of my vines, I felt his body go limp, and I couldn’t help but smile.
While I have never derived joy from the death of my enemies, I had to admit—this one was quite enjoyable.
This demon alone had killed thousands of soldiers under my command. These were men who trusted me with their lives and had followed me for the past few centuries, yet I couldn’t save them.
While his death would not bring them back, I could at least look their families in the eyes and tell them I avenged the deaths of their fathers and brothers.
Shifting my gaze to the small human army approaching, I didn’t know what to feel. A number as small as one thousand soldiers could never be enough to deal with my army.
It was clear they intended to rely on the strength of this demon. Now he was gone, and they were on their knees, crying at the top of their lungs, forgetting they were still on a battlefield.
’They must have really believed he was the Great One meant to liberate humanity. Foolish beings.’ I shook my head in disappointment, but I couldn’t blame them.
They were nearly out of soldiers. I had taken them. Valley and the rest of my army were crossing the valley as we spoke. It wasn’t surprising they were this desperate for a miracle.
"Is this the part where I die?"