The four-armed demon didn't understand what was going on. The humans who were fighting back had, out of fear, run into the buildings of the city.
All the Abyss demons and monsters needed to do was find them, and the fear of death would naturally break the weak humans.
Before he became a demon noble, the four-armed demon had taken part in an invasion once.
He remembered that back then, all the humans he met either cried for mercy or did nothing but cause tiny injuries. Then he would bite off their heads.
The human brains had a delicious, sweet smell.
But today, the smell of death around him was mostly from his own allies!
The four-armed boss couldn't figure it out. He looked down and saw something in a dead-end street.
A human warrior with one arm was using his remaining left hand to tightly squeeze the throat of an Abyss demon. The man even bit into the demon's neck with his teeth.
Even though the demon had already pierced his stomach with its claws.
