“Argh!”

Baltai faltered as he groaned with pain.

Ordinary people might lose their minds due to the severe pain, but Baltai was a different breed. He was the commander of the demonic army for a reason.

“Fuck!”

Baltai attempted to lift the halberd off the ground with his other hand while swearing, and Killian moved his body.

Shiik!

The long sword cut through the air and slashed down on Baltai’s right hand, which was about to grab onto the halberd.

Crush!

“Kuaaaaaaghh!”

A horrendous scream resounded. Just listening to it was enough to make anyone’s hair stand on end.

“Keeugh! Keugh!”

Both hands had been cut off, and blood flowed from their stumps like a waterfall. Baltai struggled.

Thud!

Baltai lost his reason due to the pain and fear, and he wildly waved his hands. Killian calmly placed a kick to his stomach.

“Agh!”

Baltai rolled across the corpse-filled, bloodied floor in an ugly fashion. But no one laughed at or sympathized with him. Only cold expressions remained on the faces of the Pendragon Duchy’s forces as they observed the struggles of the last demon, one who had once commanded thousands of troops.

“Keugh! H, have mercy. Please let me live, I will do whatever...