Seon-Hyeok raised his hand towards his dragons as he looked at the group covered in demonic energy and emanating a despicable aura.

Growl.

The scales on Goldrake’s body stood up as the beast stepped forward, while Bluegon began to shake its neck and take aim at the group. Redvern and the fairy dragon likewise awaited Seon-Hyeok’s orders, ready to fly up at any time. Red Wyrm had already burrowed into the ground, poised to attack the enemy from somewhere under them.

Having crushed countless demonic beings and even hunted down the demonic creature leading them, Seon-Hyeok’s dragon subspecies seemed completely different from before.

When Goldrake growled furiously after stomping out front, the surprised group faltered and stepped back.

“W, wait!”

One of the individuals stepping back hurriedly opened his mouth, and his phlegmatic voice was as abhorrent as the aura he gave off.

“W, we’re not here to fight.”

Perhaps afraid of being attacked, the caped man raised both hands as he spoke.

Seon-Hyeok did not believe them.

This was the Dark Lord’s domain, not some random place in the continent. There was no way someone would have good intentions in this land tainted with malice. No, even if there could be such beings, the people in front of him were definitely not it.

“Identify yourself.”

Nonetheless, he decided...