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"Have some patience," Blake spoke, remaining in silence. "They're here."
The group glanced into the distance, as they saw a gigantic army in front of the shores of the Dark Continent, the army of demons spreading for kilometers, their numbers over five million soldiers.
There were Demons of all shapes and sizes, but all came equipped with armor made of Demonic Beast leather and bones, and carried weapons made out of the demonic ores mined in these lands.
This was another reason why demons spread their power and terraformed land, as they could harvest resources used to create their own unique equipment, demonic armor and demonic weapons, powerfully amplifying their already strong abilities.
"T-There they are, my lords! They came! The Summoner's army!"
Varkrax's cowardly voices echoed behind a trio of giant demons standing in front of the army, the great demon general having been divided into two smaller lackeys after they barely survived being chopped into four pieces.
