"Just for that, I'll *try* to go a little easy on you."
The Lord stretched lazily. Despite the extreme arrogance of his words, the Alchemist unexpectedly breathed a sigh of relief.
'This Demonic Puppet of mine is stronger than the one that was wrecked at the city gates, but only by a little,' he thought. 'I know my limits. I know I'm no match for Duke Debei, but I'm curious to see exactly how long I can last against him.'
"My Lord, I am Silliso." The Alchemist bowed slightly, performing a perfect Knight's salute.
"Begin!" Harland, seated in the most prominent viewing stand, laughed heartily and waved a bright red flag.
A powerful tremor shook the ground, making everyone feel as if it were an earthquake. What was the difference between the colossal Fasting Demonic Puppet charging forward and the apocalypse itself? It carried an aura that could crush everything in its path like ants, forcing everyone to hold their breath.
