"Is that really the case......" Atfans looked down the street from a high vantage point, as if he had expected this to happen.

"Why, you ...... Expected.' Rusa's voice came to Artevans' head.

"I don't think that the demons who have formed a mature social system, or even have their own king, will have no emissaries, or characters with similar functions. However, the Necronomicon demanded that Dvoga, as the commander, go to Trier to negotiate, not the emissary of the Demon Race, and even in the previous team, there was the Demon General Ivor you mentioned."

"Invite both the commander and the general to your territory, the necromancer's plan is obvious, which is to lure away the two powerful combat forces, and then take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack." Artevans silently looked at the demon civilians who were fleeing for their lives, without the slightest intention of making a move.

"Now, how?" Rusha asked.

"Let's take a look first, don't worry, I'll tell you when it's time to make a move."

The reason why Artevans was not in a hurry to stop it was not because he wanted to watch the play, but because he had always had a strange feeling. Artevans always felt a strange gaze watching him, but couldn't find where it was. Out of an abundance of caution, Artevans chose to wait and see.

"We've finally lured Dvoga and Ivo away, so let's turn Dimoror into a sea of blood, kill them all, and don't let them all go as long as they are in sight!" The leader of the necromancer raised the staff in his hand and said in a loud voice.

"Yes! Master Manson!'

For a while, screams and pleadings sounded in the streets of Diemore City, and the people of the demon clan fled in all directions. Like ruthless hunters, the necromantic soldiers hunt down all the demons they can see.

As the number of deaths grew, the thick smell of blood gradually poured into Atfans' nostrils.

"Just by leaving the commander and the general, as well as a team of demon soldiers, they can already be killed like this by a formation composed of dozens of necromancy, and even now there is no demon army to meet it."

Artevans shook his head helplessly, if it continues like this, I'm afraid this city will not be protected. Of course, Artevans didn't want to protect the civilians of those demons, but he didn't want to let the potentially usable power drain like this. He had to intervene, even if he seemed to be being watched.

But just as Artevans was about to make a move, he felt that strange gaze suddenly disappear.

With a long sigh of relief, a black mist appeared on Artfans' hands, "Rusa, those miscellaneous soldiers are handed over to you, and I will solve the necromancy led by you."

"Understood." Rusa flew out of Atfans' back and flew at breakneck speed towards the necromantic soldiers who were slaughtering like crazy. Sharp claws appeared on her fingers, and black blades grew from the sides of her wrists.

The Necro Soldier was immersed in the joy of slaughter one second, and the next he saw a dark shadow flash beside him, followed by the pain of a piercing chest.

Before they could see who had attacked them, the necromantic soldiers fell and died.

"Lord Manson! We were ......' The necromantic soldier who realized the fall of his companion immediately shouted to the necromantic at the head of the group, but before he could finish speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

"Is it a soldier of the demon race, impossible, they can't be so strong, who is it, come out!" Manson shouted angrily when he saw his men being killed in an instant.

"I'm just a returning traveler, your name is Manson, right, first meeting." Atfans slowly descended from the air in front of Manson, looking at each other with a smile on his face.

"You're going to pay!" Manson said, waving his staff and pointing at Atvance, and several blue fireballs coalesced and smashed into Atlance.

"It's not bad, but it's a pity that I can't waste my time playing this trick with you. If this place continues to be destroyed, I will be distressed."

Artevans threw out a black mist to block the fireball's attack, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

Seeing that his spell was easily blocked by Artevans, Manson roared in anger and summoned a larger blue fireball.

"Looks like you're enjoying it, but maybe I can open your eyes." Artevans sneered, and in the face of the fireball that smashed into him, he unhurriedly summoned a dark vortex to suck the fireball in.

"You! How dare you!' Two successive attacks didn't work, and Manson looked furious.

"It's not good to be so angry when we first met, this is my gift to you in return, I hope you can catch it."

A flash of red light flashed in Artefans' eyes, and a black fireball flew out of the dark vortex in front of him, which was a point greater than the fireball he had absorbed just now, both in power and size.

Manson was shocked when he saw this, and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but suddenly it was dark in front of him, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared straight at him. The momentary pause left Manson with no chance of escaping, and he could only hastily summon his shield and pray.

The black fireball directly shattered the shield, burning his body mercilessly, and the burning sensation made him scream. But his screams didn't last long.

In just a moment, the black fireball scorched Manson so that there was no soul left, and after the scream, there was silence.

"Foolish fellow......" Artevans said dismissively.

The speed of the fireball was indeed dodgeable with Manson's strength, but Artevans also used a spirit spell unique to the dark devil on Manson, making Manson lose the possibility of escaping.

Without any instruction, Artevans learned and even created a variety of magic on his own, thanks to his mastery of magic and his unique understanding of magical imprints.

"Master Artevis, clean up." Shortly after Atvance kills Manson, Rusha returns to Atvance.

Looking back at the corpses of the necromantic soldiers lying on the ground, Artevans nodded in satisfaction, "Are you sure it's all taken care of?"

"I can guarantee it." Rusha replied clearly.

"Thank you...... Thank you for coming to the rescue!' The demons, who were already desperately waiting for death, stepped forward one after another, and thanked Artevans and Rusha in trembling voices.

"I don't need to say thank you too soon, it's not over yet." Atfans frowned, looked out of town, and gave Rusa a look.

Ai Rusha nodded, and glanced around at the demon people around her, "Everyone, please ...... Hide.'

Hearing Rusha's words, the surrounding demon people once again showed a look of fear on their faces and fled in all directions. Such a cowardly behavior, Artevans looked very helpless in his eyes.

"Lord Artevans, ...... next" Seeing that everyone around her seemed to be hiding, Rusa looked at Artevans, waiting for the next instructions.

"There are still a lot of dead spirits lurking outside the city, I can feel it. But they don't seem to have made any movement yet, so they don't know that the advance force has been dealt with by us." Fearing that his words would be overheard, Artevans deliberately lowered his voice.

"I can feel that there are a lot of scattered energies outside the town right now, but they seem to be using the magic of perception shielding, and I can't know much. You sneak out and see how the necromantic army is distributed, and then tell me to stay safe.'

"Understood." Rusha nodded, turned back into her original form, and disappeared from Artfans' sight in an instant.

(However, there is another thing that is very suspicious, why has the defense of the demons not been seen since the invasion of the Necrons?) There shouldn't be only one team in Diomore City, there was not even a single movement in the castle. ）

Atfans frowned and looked at the castle of Dimore City behind him, not believing that such a thing happened in the city, and the high-level of the demon clan would not know about it.

"Lord Artevans, out of the city...... In the woods, the necromantic army totaled ...... Ninety-three, three of them, look like ...... Generals.'

Just as Artevans was thinking about what the demon higher-ups were doing, Rusha's voice came to his head.

"How's the distribution?" Faced with the situation reported back by Ai Rusa, Artevans could only focus on the enemies outside the city first.

Although this should not have been his job in the first place, if the city of Dimoror fell like this, Artevans would be very distressed.

"Number of people, divided equally...... Three teams, one outside the city, two in the south, and one in the west.

"So, let's get rid of the team on the west side first. Is there any movement on them?' Atlvans said as he walked west.

"Not for the time being, the general of the west, the strength is not weak." Rusha continued to reply.

"But he didn't notice you, did he?" A wicked smile appeared on Artfans' face, "Confirm the exact location of the necromantic army to the west, and then wait for my command to use a wide range of spiritual spells on them."

"Understood."

After a while, Rusha transmitted her spiritual power to the mind of Atvance.

After entering the inner space of a creature, the nightmare can establish a spiritual chain and inject its own spiritual power into the other party at any time. And the spiritual power that Aruba injected into Atvance at this time just allowed Artevans to see what Aruba saw.

"Are you there, understood?" Through the information that Aruba conveyed to himself, Artevans determined the exact location of the necromantic army to the west.

"This darkness symbolizes your death...... "Artevans chanted the incantation as he raised his hand to the west, and a purple magic circle appeared in his palm.

At the same time, a huge magic circle identical to the one in the palm of Artevans' palm appeared in the western sky.

"Do it, Rusa." With that, Artevans crushed the magic array in his palm.

I saw that in the woods to the west, a purple light fell from the center of the magic array, and it returned to calm. But two seconds later, the energy where the purple light fell suddenly contracted, producing a huge explosion that resounded throughout Dimore City.