The demons subdued by Kamir didn't consist of many peak rank 1 demons, as many of them escaped the second they saw the large group of black plated berserkers from afar.
Their strength and speed allowed them to retreat as long as they weren't surrounded.
Because of this, entities like Blair, Agri, and Roh were able to cause substantial damage to the opposing forces.
Their peak strength was an unmatched prowess on the battlefield.
Yet, surprisingly, the one who was truly a force of destruction was the tall, multi-armed demoness who stood at over 3 meters tall.
The scythes on her multiple arms treated the demons before her like crops to be harvested, each swing reaping a dozen lives. Her efforts single handedly dealt with a majority of the invaders.
Roh and Blair had a hint of surprise and wariness at this unknown demons prowess, her strength rivaling, if not exceeding their own.
At the side, Agri was too distracted to notice this powerful demoness…
Adam watched with a cold satisfaction as his forces killed, devoured, and harvested the souls and bodies of their enemies. This was not a waste of resources; this was a bountiful hull!
Flesh for sustenance, bodies for weapons, and souls for strength.
This was how hell's fiends built an empire; a devil's path to power, built upon the bodies of the fallen.
Kamir watched from the cliff's edge, the sight of the battle unfolding before him a source of mounting frustration.
The hundreds of demons he had coerced into a charge were being funneled into a meat grinder, their numerical advantage rendered useless by Adam's tactical wit.
The chasm's natural bottleneck, was now reinforced by a shimmering barrier and a wall of Adam's more disciplined and stronger demons.
Adam's action turned the chaotic mob into a useless, and pathetic rabble.
Even with his surging annoyance, there was little to be done.
Kamir knew that if he sent his elite berserkers, Adam would simply close the gate.
The goal of putting constant strain on Adam's barrier, thereby depleting his mana reserves, was put to a premature end.
The scene was reminiscent of a particular human battle involving 300 brave warriors holding a certain pass.
The opening was a tantalizing weakness, a gaping vulnerability in the fortress's defenses, but his battle hardened experience told him he wouldn't be able to take advantage of the situation with his full force.
At least, not with a force of 100 armored elites.
His figure stood in thought, the sizzling heat of hell made the black armor on his body hot to the touch.
The army stood behind him, a calm rage waiting to be unleashed.
Wrath chained by discipline and power.
The opposing demons before Adam were slowly being devoured, their fierce souls a token of wealth added to his collection.
The meat grinder churned like a blender.
A couple of minutes passed by, when a small, cunning plan began to form in his mind. With his thoughts solidifying, he turned, his armor creaking, and started to command his forces.
The plan was simple: he would send in a small, concentrated force of his elites. After his warriors had snuck in, and breach the guarding horde, they would then race towards the pedestal to turn off the barrier; allowing Kamir to charge in with the remaining forces and finally control the base!
With a bloodshot desire, Kamir barked his commands, and ten of his finest warriors stripped off their cumbersome abyssal steel armor. This was so they could move with greater speed and silence.
The 10 took turns mixing in with the horde outside of the barrier, their massive berserker forms began to creep forward. Hunched over, and without their glaring steel armor, their bodies did well to blend in with the grotesque and vile demons that rushed into the meat grinder.
They were a silent dagger aimed at the heart of the enemy's formation…
On the battle field, unaware of the impending attack, Agri was a storm of raw, unadulterated fury as she darted from demon to demon.
She was venting all her pent up frustrations; the constant suppression and torture she had endured thus far, the humiliation of being cast aside, and the silent torture of being second to Blair in Adam's heart.
She fought with a reckless abandon, tearing through enemies and allies alike.
It was only after Blairs reminder that she regained some of her clarity and focused her attacks onto the incoming demons.
Agri and the others tore the weaker and uncoordinated demons apart, before sealing their souls within their mental domain, sometimes even shoving a soul down their throat in intoxication while they fought.
Their satisfaction and greed only further fueling the carnage.
The hundreds of demons were spread out in a fan shape outside of the opening, their desperation and messy formation turned them into a useless mob.
Some of the weaker demons on Adam's side had also fallen, but their importance was incomparable to the mature demons. As long as Adam still had his strongest force up, the peak-tier demons, then the hundreds of enemy demons would slowly be withered away.
At least, that was the plan.
The peak-tier berserkers, stripped of their armor and weapons, were spread out among the rumbling horde, silently converging to the right side of the opening, the opposite side of where the scythe demon stood.
The scythe demon's prowess was deemed the strongest, the one they wanted to avoid the most. And because of how they were scattered, they were able to silently converge, making it so they covered the distance and were only 20 meters away.
Alas, that was when Agri spotted them.
It was a moment of silence in the deafening battle; Agri's gaze flickered as she had felt a disturbance, a warning by her sixth sense. Everything around her seemed to slow down as she tried to trace the feeling of discomfort.
It was with this quick scan that her eyes locked onto the hulking brutes, who were slouched and trying to sneak in closer.
Realization dawned on her, her mouth opened as she was about to say something, but unfortunately, her gaze had locked with one of the berserkers, a flicker of understanding passing between them.
Time had seemed to freeze for a moment, the chaotic roars and the clashing of fist fading into a distant buzz, before Agri's loud, hoarse shout drowned out all the sounds of fighting.
"Watch out Bitch!"
The berserkers, knowing they were discovered, broke their silent march with a thunderous roar and dashed forward toward the closest mature demon: Blair!
While crying out, Agri also dashed forward to help, with Roh and the two peak flame demons following closely behind.
Adam also swiftly closed the distance, his gaze flickering with understanding when he caught sight of the sneaking berserkers.