Without even needing to deliberately release his power, the arrogant aura around him naturally gave away his identity. An existence standing at the very apex of demonkind. The ruler of countless legions and one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings.
The Kingdom Destroyer, Seventh Heavenly King Mammon, had personally descended upon the Northern Front.
The moment the Seventh Heavenly King descended, silence swallowed the battlefield. Not a single knight moved. Not because they lacked courage, but because every instinct born from years of war screamed the same warning.
Death.
The being in front of them was death given form.
Far above the fortress walls, the demon slowly spread his arms. His voice echoed across the land as his scarlet eyes swept across the thousands of knights below.
