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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

One question had always bothered me about this invasion: why couldn’t the Warhorses just give up their territory since they were nomadic to begin with? The moment I laid eyes on their nest, I knew exactly why.

That was because their nest was a flipping treasure trove!

Growing right in the middle of their nest was a gigantic rhombohedral crystal that was somehow made even more eye-grabbing by its blood red hue. Around it were streaks of red that spread outwards in a spiderweb-like fashion. These streaks weren’t lava; I could tell that from a distance because they were a grisly blood red instead of an orange hue. However, that was all I could make out right now due to the giant herd of Warhorses blocking my way.

Countless Warhorses stood between me and that giant crystal. At the head of this herd were twenty or so Nightmare Steeds. Behind these Nightmare Steeds were dozens of Eight-star Warhorses. Finally, there were the rest of the Warhorses who formed a giant sea of horses… Geebus, why are there so many Warhorses all of a sudden…I can’t even give an estimate anymore…

I promptly had the golems take up formation in the front while the Hellhounds and the Purgatory Shadowcats took up formation at the back. Yet when faced with a sea of Warhorses that stretched into the horizon, I still couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. Thankfully, that unease was quickly snuffed out when I remembered how overpowered my golems actually were. Still, there was still the matter of their hundred or so Eight-stars… was the Devil King Idol going to be enough?

Putting aside the problem of how many elites they had right now, the rest of the Warhorses were at the peak of their morale by having that giant red crystal behind them. Just like how the Soviets were when they said, Russia is big, but there is nowhere to retreat -Moscow is behind us, the Warhorses were most likely experiencing a similar surge of energy right now.

A fight with one’s back to the wall: you either pressed onwards or died.

With the battle set against such a desperate backdrop, the air itself began to prickle with the undisguised killing intent floating about on both sides. Unknowingly, everyone’s gaze sharpened. Even my mischievous baby flew off my shoulders and knowingly hid behind my back with Cinderel in her arms. Jeerah was right beside her as well. She knew not to argue with Mo Na right now. Instead, she quietly stood behind me and did her best to appear as air.

She knew more than anyone else that her little enthrallment wasn’t going to do much against a sea of Warhorses.

This wasn’t my first time fighting against an army that seemingly numbered in the tens of thousands. Back in the Prison of the Dead, I fought an endless army of undead. However, those were mindless enemies who could only throw themselves into the meat grinder without a second thought. A spell that had a wide radius was enough to take care of an enemy like that. This time was different. What we were about to face was a coordinated assault led by a creature that was as intelligent as a human being.

Not to mention that there were tens of thousands of them… tens of thousands…

“Devil, you’ve come at last.” The Nightmare Steed pack parted way and one of their members stepped forward, one who had arguably the most experience dealing with me. He looked conflicted as he swept his gaze over me then over the Hellhounds and Purgatory Shadowcats. His voice hardened. “Is there no other way?”

“At the start, all I wanted was just a Nightmare Steed’s horn.”

I stared right into his eyes. There was no need at all to be afraid of his dream abilities -I had Ferti’nier inside of me who rendered me immune to psychic attacks. Besides, what I said was true. While my goal was to try and subjugate the various clans of Sable Radiance, failing that, my backup plan was to at least try and restore the exchange array. If I had gotten a Nightmare Steed during that incident with Jeerah, the situation wouldn’t have escalated to this state.

At the very least, I wouldn’t have started any wars before finishing repairs on that array.

“What about now, what if we give the horn to you?”

“What do you think?”

Once the sword was drawn, there was no sheathing it till blood was spilt.

‘So now you know how to compromise… why didn’t you do so from the start?!’

“I understand.” Shade bit down on his lip, then said, “I just hope you’re not biting off more than you can chew.” (I made a mistake and spelled his name as Warwraith instead of Shade. Fixed it.)

“My teeth will be fine, at the very least, they won’t be broken like yours soon.”

Seeing that I wasn’t going to change my mind, Shade could only shift his gaze towards the cat and dog standing beside me. “An alliance of the Hellhounds, Purgatory Shadowcats and Devils… are you two planning an all-out war with us then?”

“Well, I don’t like running around either, but this campaign… I have no say in this.” The representative of the Purgatory Shadowcats, Masrow, stated plainly, surprisingly not playing Mahjong with his other buddies for once. Masrow knew full well that he was a small fry and had no chance against an Eight-star Nightmare Steed, thus he made completely known his reluctance. “Honestly, I’m just here for the popcorn…even though I don’t know what popcorn is, but I’m definitely just here to have some popcorn.”

Sidarth, on the other hand, was a lot tougher in his response, “What then? You thought both our clans are just here for fun?”

With just one sentence, he ended the conversation in an instant. Now that was a manly dog right there… a true hotblooded dog.

“Then fight we shall.”

Shade turned around and returned to the other Nightmare Steeds. Making use of this brief window of peace, I asked Sidarth some questions. “So what’s up with that ten meter tall crystal?”

“What do you mean what’s up? That’s the Warhorse’s clan treasure.” Sidarth answered in a heavy tone. “That is a Blood Netherite crystal, it’s said to be the Mana Core of a Felldrake. I do not know how it came to be here, but either way, it has existed here since the beginning of Purgatory, according to legends anyway.”

“Blood Netherite?”

‘Now that’s a fancy name, makes me want to have it.’ I immediately asked about the Blood Netherite. “So what is it used for?”

“I’m not too sure. Our esteemed clan head once mentioned that it has something to do with their evolution into Nightmare Steeds.”

‘A Mana Core of a Felldrake…’ I knew what a Mana Core was. That was a crystal that most magical creatures held in their bodies. The size of the crystal was determined by the creature’s size. Simply put, the bigger the creature was, the bigger the crystal would end up being. So if this piece of Blood Netherite was over ten meters, then how big was its previous owner… just thinking about that gave me the chills.

While I was busy daydreaming about a giant dragon, Shade had already returned to his clan, meaning the war was about to start.

I signalled to Sidarth and Masrow to split up. “Just like we planned, leave the main fighting to me. Your jobs are to stop them from retreating once they are beaten. As for how many we end up capturing… well, just do your best.”

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

The Purgatory Shadowcats could be said to be polar opposites of the Hellhounds in how they lived. The Hellhounds lived as packs while a significant portion of Purgatory Shadowcats lived alone. That was why the Hellhounds tended to have greater numbers than their feline counterparts. Consequently, their territory tended to be larger as well. Yet that didn’t mean that the Purgatory Shadowcats were weak in a fight either. While they might not have the numbers to invade others, they were more than adequate at defending their own territory. This could be said to be their clan’s culture, just like how a cat’s willfulness could be said to be ingrained in their nature.

More importantly however, the Purgatory Shadowcats really had no time for invasions. They would much rather spend their time on daily tasks. Furthermore, they had grown accustomed to living in a cat-made environment. Asking them to camp outside was like asking a cat who had perfectly good home to live on the streets -stupid.

The Eight-star grand elder cat didn’t travel along with the rest of the army. With their esteemed position, they naturally wouldn’t be playing cards with the likes of Masrow and the other ordinary elder cats either. In all likelihood, a cat like that would only appear once we got into a fight with the Nightmare Steeds. Strictly speaking, this cat was the main star of the upcoming battle.

We didn’t have to wait long before the entire army of the Hellhounds made its grand entrance. Casting a glance ahead, all I could see was a mass of giant black dogs marching forward in an orderly fashion. Each and every dog had three heads, a muscled body, and eyes that barely hid their thirst for battle. Just based on that last point alone, I could tell that these were battle hardened dogs.

Their leader was a familiar old dog, Sidarth, as I had expected. Just like the Purgatory Shadowcats, there was no other Eight-star present in the army they led here.

Other than the army of dogs, I spotted roughly a thousand or so Devils following behind them like listless zombies. Around them were a few Cerberuses who kept a watchful eye on their every move.

Seeing that the Hellhound’s army was here, Sinmosa galloped ahead to greet Sidarth. The pair trotted up to me, at which point Sidarth explained that those Devils were captives they procured as a gift to me. Apparently, these were only a portion of the Devils they found. As for the rest… I doubt there was a need to ask further…

To be honest, the fact that they ate Devils wasn’t repulsive to me. The Purgatory Shadowcats and the Hellhounds were both a vital part of my plan to subdue the Warhorses. And subdue them I must. I had no doubt in my mind that these Warhorses probably thought of me as an existential threat by now.

Ever since I opened up the teleportation gate to Purgatory, the number of Devils in this region only grew by the day. There were countless exit points in the Prison of the Dead with correspondingly different landing points. That was why the Devils who appeared in Purgatory seemingly appeared at random throughout.

It was worth noting however that there were no signs of Devils in the territory of the Shadowcats. Perhaps it was because there was no teleportation zone here, or perhaps there was some other unknown reason.

I had Jeerah handle these lifeless Devils for now. I had no hopes that they would be of any use in the upcoming battle, but at the very least, they could keep up with the main army. As for those who couldn’t…good luck to them.

The Warhorses were like the nomads on Earth. They never stayed in one place for long. They enjoyed their freedom, and were born with the ability to gallop innately. Such a clan wouldn’t want to be constrained for long in a single location.

Their territory was massive, filled with all sorts of strange floral lifeforms. Part of their dietary needs were met with these fruits and vegetables, but they also relied on food from the lava lakes like salamanders or worms. That was the past, of course. Now they had Imps to add to their menu,

Unlike the cat-made environment of the Purgatory Shadowcats, the territory of the Warhorses was filled with more plants. Strictly speaking, the area they lived in could be considered a plains of sorts.

As we marched further into their territory, we came upon several temporary habitats. Normally, there would be Warhorses living in these areas, but now there were none in sight. It stood to reason that they were expecting me, with no small amount of fear as well.

Seven hundred golems, one thousand five hundred Purgatory Shadowcats and two thousand Cerberuses. Not to mention an unknown number of Eight-stars tailing us. Such a massive force was more than enough to trample over the Warhorses. In fact, my seven hundred golems alone would have been enough to do so. The Purgatory Shadowcats and the Hellhounds were merely there to stop them from escaping.

“Mama, it has been two days already. Where are the big horsies?” I was seated atop one of my Winged Abyssal Golems. As usual, Mo Na rode my shoulders, her legs swinging back and forth adorably as she continued pouting. “It’s so boring… Mo Na wants to play some Mahjong.”

“Woof~” Cinderel nuzzled against my arms slightly to show her approval as well.

“Cinderel still can’t speak though, can she even play?”

“Woof woof~~!!”

“If Cinderel can’t speak, she can’t play Mahjong.”

“Woof!” Cinderel continued arguing with Mo Na. In all likelihood, those woofs were her way of saying that she was fine. Just like that, the topic went from the lack of enemies to the lack of Mahjong.

In truth, I was a little apprehensive about this whole endeavour. The Warhorses were a nomadic clan, after all. Our army was huge. Even without my golems, the combined size of the Purgatory Shadowcats and the Hellhounds stretched as far as the eye could see. It was only to be expected that any stray Warhorse would turn tail and run the moment they saw our army. But if that was the case, that made things a little…awkward… we were here to fight a war, not play catch!

The Warhorses were a lot faster than the golems. And I couldn’t just ask the Purgatory Shadowcats and the Hellhounds to proceed alone either. That might cause me to be ambushed. Never underestimate an opponent. Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.

As I hugged the two little scamps, I leaped off the golem and onto the ground. Having found Sidarth soon after, I talked to him about my concerns. His answer was simple.

“Don’t worry. The clan head of the Warhorses stays in a fixed position. As long as we find that area, we should be fine. There’s no way they would ever abandon their homebase.”

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

By the time I returned to Meisian’s castle, I found its owner decidedly still mad at me -I probably had Anmi’s bedside talk to blame for that. Some time had passed since we started drawing blood from Gaiuz. Roughly a third of what was needed had been drawn, but because we wanted to avoid causing any permanent harm to him, we couldn’t draw any faster than we already had.

The Hellhounds still needed some time to gather their troops. This was a battle that would decide the future prosperity of their races, so a bit of caution was only to be expected. Thankfully, war between creatures of Purgatory was a lot simpler than human wars. There was no need for an orderly mobilisation, nor was there a need for supply lines.

The army itself could supply itself as it travelled, so food wasn’t our biggest constraint right now. What had me worried the most, on the other hand, was the relationship between the Hellhounds and the Purgatory Shadowcats. While it would entertain immensely to see a bunch of cats and dogs duke it out, they were now my allies in the upcoming war, allies who weren’t on the best terms with each other.

What was the old saying again? Cats climb the wall, Dogs crawl through the hole -that saying didn’t just come out of nowhere. The bad blood between these two races was only to be expected, but that didn’t mean that reconciliation wasn’t necessary or possible. Upon reconvening with the cats of the Elders’ Consortium, I took out my number one trump card: Mahjong!

Mahjong was without a doubt the perennial pastime of the Chinese on Earth. How many sleepless nights were endured just for that one extra round of Mahjong? Truly an obsession.

The moment I casually mentioned this game and casually demonstrated a round before these cats, their eyes lit up. No longer was I Passerby A, instead I had become an idol to them! That’s right, I was now a Devil to be worshipped, because I had brought them a game to play!

It was worth noting that whether it was cards or Mahjong, the cats of the Elders’ Consortium always played with their signature black tiles. I had to say, the sound of those weighty black Mahjong tiles slamming down on the ground brought back fond memories…

Because Mahjong was a four-person game while the Elders’ Consortium was made up of nine cats, that meant only two groups could be formed at one time. The last remaining cat had to watch from the side till a loser was decided from one of the groups… Watching a bunch of cats play Mahjong was surprisingly fun…

“Mama, why do those cats always play with the tiles floating in the air?”

Mo Na had recently become addicted to Mahjong as well. She would often drag along Jeerah, Sinmosa and me to form a Mahjong table. Because we didn’t have the ability to float our tiles, we could only play on said table.

With regards to this unique way of playing, it had long fascinated every one of us as to why they did so. However, this subject was never broached because we thought that they wouldn’t tell us even if we asked. Yet who would have thought that our Mo Na would simply throw out the question like that with a childlike innocence that she probably didn’t possess.

Surprisingly, the Mahjong-playing cats were more than happy to oblige. Masrow looked at her kindly, then patiently explained, “This is one of the unique abilities of our clan. By using our mana as a medium, we can employ our psychic energies to control objects remotely, like how a paw would. We call this ability Formless Paw.”

“Formless Paw…” I couldn’t help but perk my ears up at that revelation. “But why haven’t I seen other Purgatory Shadowcats use this Formless Paw ability?”

“That’s because you can only learn this ability after reaching Six-star.” Having said that, Masrow puffed out his chest and began explaining how exceptional their abilities truly were. That ultimately led to even his fellow cats getting a little impatient with him. “Masrow, can you just throw out your tile already?”

“What’s the big rush? I still haven’t seen which was the previous tile thrown out…”

“It was a Nine Numbers.”

“Nine Numbers, huh… Hold on, who threw out that One Coin?”

“Me. Why?” The player directly opposite of Masrow eyed him curiously. Upon realising that Masrow was intently eyeing that single tile, the rest of the cats reacted as well. Don’t tell me you want to Pong?”

“Not Pong, I’m about to win.” Masrow stretched out his paws to reach for the One Coin thrown out two turns ago. Unfortunately, he was immediately stopped by two other elders.

The player before Masrow slapped away Masrow’s paw and snapped, “I already threw out a tile, that One Coin isn’t legal!”

“Well then, take back your Nine Numbers. That One Coin is mine!”

“Masrow, you’d better behave yourself. We even asked you if you wanted that tile and you ignored us! You have no one else to blame but yourself.”

“I didn’t hear it. Doesn’t count!”

“There’s no such thing as taking back the tile you threw out. What was that saying again? Something something gone?”

“It’s gone once it sees the light of day.” Mo Na eagerly reminded that elder, as if she was afraid she would miss the opportunity to cause more chaos. “You can’t take back a tile you threw out, once it’s out, it’s gone.”

“That’s right! It’s gone!”

Faced with three other angry players, Masrow had no choice but to back down. However, that didn’t stop him from rudely glaring me at me. I couldn’t help but wonder then, it’s just a game, why hate me for it? Also, it was Mo Na who got in your way, not me… Forget it, at least you’re glaring at me and not my daughter.

It was only later that I learnt an interesting fact: Masrow’s combat strength was basically the worst amongst all of them. The only reason he was the Head Elder was because his card skills were amazing… in other words, their ranking was decided by cards… Well, that sure made things awkward for our upcoming battle of historical proportions. Assuming there was even a Devil who recorded history.

Either way, I now had their elders in the bag so working together with the Hellhounds should be a lot smoother.

Just like that, a span of one month passed by in an instant. During this period of preparation, we contacted the Hellhounds multiple times. Upon confirming the meeting point, I led my seven hundred over golems to the borderlands between the Hellhounds and the Warhorses. Along with us, marched one thousand five hundred Purgatory Shadowcats.

Because she was still mad at me, Meisian chose to sit out this attack. But even with that slight disagreement between, she was still a little tempted at first. However, the moment she saw Anmi eagerly volunteer to fight, she knew something was up, thus she promptly chose to stay behind and perform some kitty procreation.

That was why it was Masrow who led the charge this time, along with a hundred strong combined army of Six-star and Seven-star elder cats gathered from all the other regions.

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

Regardless of whether or not I understood the reasoning behind the restriction, what mattered was whether I could change the current situation.

In the eyes of the Hellhounds’ clan head, I was just such a person.

“Based on all the Devils streaming into Sable Radiance, the seal on this region should have been loosened. All this…because of you, if I’m not mistaken.”

Ever since I appeared, there had been a great deal of changes in Sable Radiance. For him to reach this answer was only to be expected. In some ways, he might have seen me as a Messiah.

“That was me.” There was no need to hide this from him. There was no reason to, nor was there any benefit either.

“So your main goal is to cause trouble for those Warhorses?”

“That’s right.”

“And those insane cats agreed to help you?”

“They did say they will help me.” Even though I wasn’t sure how reliable they were, they did actually promise to help me; I was even allowed to freely recruit any cat who wanted to join me. Their reliability was still an issue, but the fact that they allowed me to do so was a recognition of my status. Our relationship was technically one of cooperation: they helped me with the Warhorses while I promised to never harass them. Because there was no formal pact signed, this was more of a gentleman’s agreement.

“In that case, you can count us in as well.” The clan head looked me in the eyes before stating his approval. “To be honest with you, our clan has always had disagreements with the Warhorses, this might just be an opportune chance to tilt the scales in our favor permanently.”

While he might have said, I could roughly tell that that wasn’t his only reason for helping. It was the slim chance of perhaps being able to evolve.

The clan head was well ahead in his years. Unless something was to change now, his lifespan would most likely expire soon. The only way to extend his life would be to evolve into a demigod. Before my arrival, there were no Devils of the demigod tier because Lucifer’s clone, for some unfathomable reason, decided to restrict their evolution while in this region. The seal on Sable Radiance was basically a dead seal, at least till I arrived…

The clan head might have not said so explicitly, but he probably thought of me as some bigshot’s ******* son or something. He might have even thought that this entire Sable Radiance seal was prepared just for me… Well, all that didn’t matter. What mattered was that the situation worked in my favor.

Having concluded our discussion, and having come to his own conclusion about my special situation, the clan head not only agreed to help, he also allowed me to recruit the Hellhounds as well. In fact, he even threw out one more casual proposition. “My lady, have you ever considered finding a mate from our clan? Our males are famously loyal to their mates. In terms of family, they…”

“Sorry, I’m a guy.” My face immediately blackened.

“Then our females are also…”

“I have someone in mind already.”

“Devils have never been a stickler about having only one mate, so we don’t mind as well…”

‘Even if you don’t mind, I do!”

“Sigh, such a pity…if only Sinmosa wasn’t a pair with Sasani…”

‘Wait! So you were planning to match me with Sinmosa?! Why the fur do I have to marry a black dog? And why me?!’

“And even if I were to choose a dog, I would choose Violet Snow! They might both be dogs, but Violet Snow’s habit of only eating souls suits me more… Hold on, why am I even thinking about this?’

‘Be calm, be calm.’

I firmly refused his offer. Even if he was an Overlord, there was no way I would allow him to have a say in my future marriage. ‘Hmph, you think you can stick your nose into my business just because you’re an Overlord? Dream on!’

As part of our agreement, the clan head agreed to send a large force of Hellhound warriors to aid me in my conquest. Because I still had to coordinate with the Purgatory Shadowcats, we couldn’t leave directly for the Warhorses. Instead, we agreed upon a future meeting point, then having done so, the clan head had Sidarth lead me out of the nest. It was still a head spinning mess of a journey, but for some reason, it felt significantly faster than before.

By the time I returned to the entrance of their clan’s nest, Sinmosa was still there, surrounded by a large bunch of male dogs. In front of her was a decidedly unamused Sasani who glared at any Hellhound who even dared take a step forward. Unfortunately, these dogs all had hides thicker than the other -his glare was basically useless.

Standing a safe distance away, Mo Na was happily watching the scene unfold while hugging onto Cinderel, as if she was some kind of teenage girl watching a romance movie. Jeerah was basically in the same state as well. In short, none of them noticed when Sidarth and I approached them.

“Woof woof!” Sasani howled before forcefully shoving a few of the dogs who tried to approach his wife. Unfortunately, his opponents weren’t exactly pushovers either. They howled just as menacingly back at him like a declaration of war.

“Fight. Fight. Whoever wins, gets the bride!”

As expected of my little chaos incarnate, even with Cinderel snugly in her arms, she didn’t forget to sow discord in this world. With a pump of her tiny fist and a yell of her taunting voice, she turned a simple disagreement into an all-out war for marriage.

Jeerah was gleefully giggling at the side. Clearly, she was just as delighted by the drama as Mo Na. Sinmosa wanted to stop the fight, but for some reason, she chose not to act; perhaps there were some rules governing matters of mating.

Only little Cinderel was left entirely out of the loop as she innocently watched her father argue with a bunch of dogs she didn’t know. In all likelihood, she was probably wondering to herself why her father was even fighting with them.

However, it wasn’t just Mo Na who was egging on this fight. The rest of the Hellhounds were busy cheering on with their piercing howls as if they were just aching for a bloodbath to happen.

“You lot had better behave!” With a fight just about to break out, Sidarth hurriedly rushed forward to put a stop to the argument.

Hearing that, Sasani and another Cerberus begrudgingly stepped away from each other. Before turning around however, they made sure to give each other one last death stare as if they were saying to each other: I dare you not to go home right away, we’ll meet in the field at the back of the school!

Naturally, now that Sidarth was here, there was no way they could ever fight, because there was something more important awaiting them. For example, fighting the Warhorses…

“Mama!” Mo Na came barrelling into my arms as if she hadn’t seen me for an entire year. With a little flap of her wings, she brought herself up to my level and began rubbing against my face. “What took you so long?!”

I gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead then proceeded to ruffle Cinderel’s furry little head. “I’ve only been away for a short while and you already miss your papa?”

“Mo Na misses her Mama!” Mo Na stretched her neck to give me a return kiss then brought Cinderel up to my face. “Cinderel says she wants a kiss too.”

“Hahaha, Cinderel… that’s enough licking… hahaha…”

Having played with the two little scamps for a while longer, I then said farewell to Sidarth. “I’ll head on over to the Purgatory Shadowcats first to rally their army. You guys make your preparations as well, we’ll meet in one month.”

Our goal was to score a decisive victory against the Warhorses right away. To do that, we would need a lot of soldiers, and that meant that the preparation time was long as well.

“Got it.” Sidarth nodded non-commitantly, clearly in the mood to see us off.”

“Jeerah, Sinmosa, Sasani. It’s time to go.”

“Uncle, we’re off.”

Having acknowledged my call, Sinmosa quietly walked up to her uncle and said her farewell. The old dog looked tenderly into her eyes, but seeing as the rest of the clan was present and he had an image to keep up, he merely told her to stay safe before scolding Sasani.

Faced with this last round of scolding, Sasani had no choice but to keep his dog heads lowered, even as he spotted a grinning Neaderke watching from the sides. It wouldn’t be an understatement to say that his doggy self was about to explode right now, but too bad for him, Sidarth was his elder, so he had to suck it up. Thus with tears in his eyes, Sasani bade farewell to Sidarth as well.

‘I just hope that Sidarth doesn’t get the wrong idea there…’

“Sigh… I never knew that Sasani actually missed his uncle that much. Every time we say our goodbyes, he always cries so badly… such a good kid.” Hearing those last words drift off into the distance, I swore I saw all three of Sasani’s doggy heads almost vomit in disgust.

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

The new world possesses little in the way of humans who are strong physically. For the time being, there has been no way of determining if Fighter’s Aura exists in this world… The laws of this world are unusual. There is no mana, but there is a strange energy that we aren’t able to analyze for now… Only the skeletons are able to make it through the dimensional rift right now, but they are weak and the humans of this world possess a weapon capable of wiping out large quantities of skeletons… We’re currently trying to bring zombies through the rift… We beseech your Highness, please send more reinforcements while the rift is being widened for the zombies…

—Log from an invader of the new world

“That cat?” The moment I said that, I realised how unnecessary my question was. For a Cerberus at his level, the only cat he would ever refer to had to be the Overlord of those kitties.

The clan head gave me a bemused look. “If I’m not wrong, you should have just come from their territory. How was it? I hope that little cat didn’t cause you too many problems.”

“It’s alright, I still managed to get what I wanted in the end.” Speaking of my goals, I suddenly remembered what were my motives for coming here in the first place. His oppressive aura had caused me to lose the initiative but it was time for me to retake it.

Lifting my head, I stared right into the eyes of the clan head’s center head. I focused on him for a moment then finally spoke up. “To be honest, I made this trip in the hopes that I could get your clan’s assistance. I need a horn from a Nightmare Steed but I doubt they will hand it over easily. My golems are strong but their weakness is obvious…”

“So how do you want us to assist you?”

“My forces can handle the brunt of the fighting. What I need is for your clan to restrain them, preventing them from retreating and forcing them to fight me head-on.”

“You’re confident you can beat them head-on?”

“It’s not confidence, I know for a fact that they won’t be a problem…” Even though I wasn’t just boasting, I still couldn’t help but hesitate a little at that point as I gazed into his eyes. “Assuming their Overlord doesn’t come out to cause trouble.”

“I doubt their Overlord would dare.” To my slight surprise, he was the one to broach this topic first. “An exalted personage made his presence known to us recently. His holiness forbade me from interfering, though he never told me why. Having seen you now, the reason has become clear to me.”

“That’s right, I did in fact receive the care of that exalted person. He gave me the mission of conquering Sable Radiance, and even said that the other Overlords won’t interfere while I did so…”

‘Blast it, I just knew that Overlord cat was trying to take me for a ride. I should have pressed him for more… Well, that isn’t entirely true. If that cat is really out to get me, I can’t say for certain that he won’t do it at the expense of himself.’

“It’s not just me. Every Overlord in Sable Radiance should have felt his exalted presence too. Logically speaking, none of them should hinder you, but we can’t rule out the possibility that some of them might just be mad enough to try.” At that, the clan head paused for a second then threw me another bemused look.

“I remember Sidarth mentioning not long ago that he bumped into a rather interesting fellow. According to him, you were a Lust Demon back then. To think you’ve actually changed into a Fallen Angel… In all my long years, I’ve never seen another Devil evolve into a Fallen Angel, not even in the records of my clan. Normally, most Devils would only evolve into one of the five Original Sins: Wrath, Lust, Envy, Gluttony and Greed. Normally, most Devils would also only possess one of the Five Original Sins. As for you… I feel the presence of three Sins within you. Truly remarkable.”

My first instinct was to deny my own uniqueness, but after careful consideration, I realised that there was no need to hide this fact either. There was no point to such petty trickery, and the fact of the matter was that an Overlord deserved this level of basic respect.

“My situation is rather special…”

“Indeed. Ever since you’ve arrived, there has been a steady stream of other Devils appearing as well. I was just wondering if you had unlocked some kind of magical array? Or perhaps something else?” He gave me an inquisitive look, one that almost gave me the impression that I was under some sort of microscope as he swept his eyes over me.

“Their appearance does in fact have something to do with me. Long story short, I was born for this very…purpose…” Having said that, I couldn’t help but feel a weighty sensation on me. Now that I thought about it, it felt like my entire life was entwined in some massive web, and that no matter what I tried, that web would always force me along the route it wanted.

Lucifer was basically the creator of Devils, and in contrast, I was just a nobody. Yet even someone insignificant like me was now employed in his schemes… Truly, one could never say what fate had in store for you.

In fact, I was beginning to wonder if my reincarnation into this world was also part of some conspiracy. If it was, what could I use to resist their schemes? The same weapons which they themselves gave me? What a joke, I should just stick to my role, that would be a lot safer.

“Oh right, are there any Demigods in Sable Radiance?”

It had to be said that this subject of who was the strongest in Sable Radiance was still of interest to me. If all the Overlords were restricted by Lucifer’s words, then it would stand to reason that anyone above their tier would as well. Based on what I’ve seen so far, there should have been a Devil King in the past. However, that was merely my conjecture, it was still more prudent to ask someone in the know.

“You mean a Devil King?” He immediately shook his heads. “It’s impossible for a Devil King to exist in Sable Radiance. At the very least, it’s impossible now.”

“Why?”

“Because this entire region had restrictions placed on it by that exalted presence.”

“Restrictions?”

“That’s right, restrictions. The laws of this place have been restricted.” At that, the clan head sighed. “Before his exalted might, we are nothing but ants…”

“I do not understand…”

I simply couldn’t wrap my head around why Lucifer’s clone would want to restrict the laws of this region. Even though the clan head of the Hellhounds never said so explicitly, I could tell that these restrictions prevented them from ever becoming a Devil King…

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

It had to be said that the Hellhounds were exceptional at digging holes. The entrance of the nest was well excavated with a height reaching up to ten or so meters. As one walked deeper in, the cave extended ever further and wider.

Within the cave itself, the walls were dotted with stones that glowed intermittently with a red light. Even though Devils were born with night vision, the thought of having such rocks in the rock walls was still a welcome and intriguing one.

Sidarth quietly led the way further into the cave, showing no intention of speaking at all as he did so. Up till now, I hadn’t been able to gather much information on the Hellhound clan. All I knew was that their clan head was an Overlord, and a rather old one at that. Also, he wanted to see me. That was basically it.

Thinking back on it now, my decision to just meet with an Overlord like this was probably a little haphazard, but this was also an opportunity I couldn’t just give up on. I had to make contact with them.

If everything went as planned, this first meeting should be all we needed to come to an understanding. Naturally, that wasn’t a realistic goal, but it was the most beneficial outcome for the both of us.

The nest was guarded by multiple Hellhounds hidden away in the dark. While they might have hid themselves well, I could still clearly sense their aura. In all likelihood, this was done on purpose. Perhaps as a sign of force? Or was there some other reason? It shouldn’t be to ambush me, right?

With that in mind, I instinctively reached out to the Gem of Authority hung around my neck and felt a wave of confidence wash over me. Even if they were to attack me all of a sudden, as long as I had the Devil King Idol on hand, I was safe.

This nest was dug out of an entire mountain. Its interior was like a spiderweb of tunnels. Often, we would stumble upon a Hellhound hurriedly galloping out of a side tunnel, then after realising that Sidarth was present, bow before rushing off to the next tunnel. Each time this occurred, Sidarth made sure to put forth his best impression of a stern, respectable elder. The dog I saw before me right now was completely different from that flippant old dog I first met long ago. In fact, had it not been for the fact that his aura was completely identical to Sidarth, and that Sinmosa herself had confirmed his identity, I would have never thought that he was the same dog. After all, this dog actually seemed like an elder!

Because the nest itself was a complex web of tunnels, it didn’t take much for my head to start spinning from all the turns and curves we took while navigating, especially for a directionally handicapped person like me. It was against such a backdrop that Sidarth finally stopped, turned around, then signalled that we had arrived.

What greeted me first was a steaming lava pool ahead. It wasn’t a particularly large pool, coming in at around sixty to seventy meters in diameter. Right in the center of this pool was a platform that roughly took up a sixth of the entire pool’s area.

That platform immediately grabbed attention, because there stood a Cerberus the size of an elephant and completely covered in black fur… actually an elephant’s size…

Sidarth bowed at the gigantic Cerberus from a distance away, then said, “Honored Clan Head, Sidarth has brought guests.”

“Mhm, you may excuse yourself for now.” It was merely a light response on the gigantic dog’s part, but it came at me like a shockwave, ratting my ears like an explosion would.

I immediately covered my ears tightly and bit down on my teeth. As I tried my best to withstand the resulting surge of pain from my ears, I was completely oblivious to the departure of Sidarth. By the time I noticed he was gone, there was only me and that gigantic Cerberus.

“My apologies for not controlling my power well.” The clan head sincerely apologized. Yet why did it feel like that was on purpose? Speaking of which, was there ever a need to control his power? Did he think he was the creator or something? If your voice was actually that powerful, you wouldn’t even be here! You’re just a single Hellhound, one who just so happens to be a Nine-star Overlord! In other words, he was clearly trying to embarrass me just now!

Seeing that I was silent till now, the old dog merely chuckled. “Now then, my adorable young friend, do you have time for a little chat?”

‘Hmph, you’re the one who called me here in the first place, and you’re asking if I have time? Are you senile as well as loud?!’

“Oh, where are my manners? I almost forgot that I was the one who called you here. Forgive this old dog, he’s getting a little old so he can be a little slow at times.” Having said that, he gave me a cheeky wink with what had to be the fiercest three pairs of eyes ever. “Sigh, when you’re old you just can’t compete with the youngins anymore. An old dog’s life isn’t easy, I hope you won’t mind.”

‘As if I could…’

I quickly shook my head to show that I didn’t mind at all. He could do whatever he wanted for all I cared.

Perhaps it was because the expression I had on right now was truly amusing, but the moment he saw it, he chuckled once more. “It’s inconvenient to talk from such a distance, how about you come closer? Or should I head over instead? Hmm…I think I’ll just head on over.”

“I… I think I’ll go over to you instead…”

‘You come over? There’s at least thirty meters between us right now, how do you plan on coming over without wings? Jump? With that gigantic body of yours, you will probably end up flattening me if you do, or at least cause a mini earthquake. I think I better go over instead.’

Thankfully, my recent flight training had paid off. I was already able to maintain basic control of my flight path and balance. Still, the fact that I was flying so low to the ground meant that there was no way to avoid the heat emanating from the lava pool. I had to admit, being next to the lava pool and being on top of it were two different experiences entirely. No wonder we always cooked meat on top of a grill and not beside it… Right now, my race was that of a Fallen Angel’s. As a Fallen Angel, my greatest elemental weakness was fire.

Thankfully, the distance between the clan head and land wasn’t too large. It merely took ten seconds of flying to reach him.

Bracing myself once more, I landed back on the ground, and after stabilizing myself, came face to face with a wall of black fur… this dog was BIG… There was that characteristic wild beast smell about him as well… and those three frightening rows of teeth…

“So… how about we get down to business…” I was a little skittish standing before such a behemoth, like how a normal person would feel when standing before a tiger.

“I felt it.” The gigantic dog replied with a completely irrelevant answer.

“Felt what?” I was surprised. ‘What did you feel exactly? And what’s with this pressure? I swear I’ve grown shorter just standing next to you…’

“The fight that happened not too long ago with that cat.”

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

“Them?” Sidarth nonchalantly swept his eyes across the golem army. “They seem slow, are you sure they are even usable?” He narrowed his eyes as he emphasized that last point.

“Do you want to try them out then?”

Faced with that obvious challenge, Sidarth had only one answer to give. He immediately charged at one of the Winged Abyssal Golems and fired off his Raging Flame Charge without any warning. Unlike Sinmosa’s own version, his was several times stronger. As the flames roared around him, the air visibly warped from the sheer heat he generated.

In what felt like an instant, Sidarth crossed a distance of one hundred meters and crashed into the Winged Abyssal Golem only to have a big load of nothing happen… Other than Sidarth being tossed to the ground from the rebounding force of the collision, nothing else happened.

“Blast it.” The fact that an elder like him couldn’t even damage the golem had definitely frustrated him.

In fact, he wasted no time in launching another attack at the golem who had barely budged an inch till now. However, this time was no different from the first: failure.

With its defenses comparable to an Eight-star, could a Six-star Cerberus like Sidarth even leave a scratch on it? Clearly, not. Like an ant trying to topple an elephant…

Still, that didn’t deter him from throwing whatever he had at the still unharmed golem. A wave of furious clawing and bites later, the golem’s defenses still prevailed. His maniacal attacking might not have caused any damage to the golem, but it slowly began to change my opinion of him.

‘What the potato?! I’m still standing here. You actually dare to disrespect my golems right in front of my face?!’

Yet before I could give the command to teach this unruly dog a lesson, Mo Na had already taken the initiative. A clarion voice rang out from my side. “What are you standing there for? Attack!”

With Mo Na’s command, the golem finally acted. It suddenly lifted its left leg and kicked the offending dog away. However, its speed was just too slow. Coupled with the fact that Sidarth still hadn’t lost his senses, it didn’t take much for him to detect the golem’s hostility. With a twist of his body, he forcefully halted his charge and narrowly avoided the golem’s foot.

“You dare fight back?!”

At the same time that the golem’s leg flew past him, Sidarth took the opportunity to claw at it. Unfortunately, this achieved nothing.

“Uncle!” Perhaps it was because she noticed my increasingly foul mood, Sinmosa used this brief window to shout from afar at her uncle. “Come back, Uncle, those golems are far too tough, normal attacks won’t do much against them.”

“Tough? How tough?”

Thanks to her words, Sidarth now had the perfect excuse to stop. With his head somewhat cooled, he realised that any further attacks were pointless. Thus, he gave up and galloped away at his fastest speed possible to Sinmosa’s side after doing a completely unnecessary lap around the golem.

That lap was mainly to lord his speed superiority over the golem. When he approached the golem’s range, it instinctively threw out a punch at him but only ended up hitting his aftershadow. It was a brilliant move on his part. At the very least, this act managed to salvage some of the face he lost after that beating.

“That winged golem’s defenses are almost equal to an Eight-star’s. I once saw a Nightmare Steed strike it and fail to leave a mark…”

Sinmosa briefly recounted our fight with the Warhorses. When she finished, the old dog fell silent.

“So you’ve even met a Nightmare Steed, how did you all survive then…”

“We did bump into three Nightmare Steeds, but they couldn’t handle us. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that neither of us could…”

Sidarth looked into her eyes for a long while. Finally, he said, “If it wasn’t for the fact that I watched you grow up myself, I would’ve thought that you were lying. Based on the strength you all have right now, it should be impossible to escape from three Nightmare Steeds, unless…”

“Sidarth, bring our guests to me.” Before Sidarth could finish his sentence, a wizened voice boomed from the direction of the Hellhounds’ nest. The moment they heard this voice, all the Hellhounds present all prostrated themselves, as if they had just received a divine commandant.

“Understood, clan master.” Sidarth solemnly stood up then bowed in the direction of their nest. He then turned around and said, “Follow me, our clan master wishes to speak to you.”

“Clan master?” If that was the clan master, then he had to be very old. Furthermore, based on the reverent behavior Sidarth displayed, that clan master might even be an Overlord.

However, what made it even clearer that this clan master was an Overlord was the way it transmitted that message; it was similar to the Overlord of the Purgatory Shadowcats.

Seeing that I wasn’t responding, Sinmosa leaned into my ears and whispered, “The clan master is a Nine-star Overlord…”

‘So he is an Overlord…but what is he planning?’

Regardless of what he had in mind, I still had Lucifer’s clone on my side. That meant that these Overlords didn’t dare raise a finger against me. And since no Eight-star could break through the defenses of my Devil King Idol, I should be fine as long as I kept my guard up. However, just as a precaution, I decided to meet this clan master alone.

“Baby, Papa is going in for a while, he’ll be back soon.” I ruffled her little noggin then kissed her on the forehead. “Be good. Wait for Papa over here.”

“Mama, Mo Na wants to go as well.”

Ever the headstrong one, she immediately voiced her desire to come along, but this trip was too dangerous; I didn’t wish to put my little baby in danger so this was the decision I came to after long deliberation.

“Be good, Mo Na, Papa won’t take too long.”

“But, Mama… why must you go in alone?” She clung onto my thighs and looked up at me in confusion. “If Mama wants to go in, why not bring everyone along as well?”

‘Bring those golems into their nest? They will never allow it, and even if they did, that size of theirs…’ It had to be said that the nest of the Hellhounds was just enough for a Winged Abyssal Golem to enter. Such a cramped space wasn’t a good environment for battling at all.

As for why I had to meet this Overlord, the reasons were simple. I needed their cooperation to defeat the Warhorses, grab a Nightmare Steed Horn, then subjugate them. Even though the Hellhounds and Warhorses always had some friction between them, this was different. Once they chose to help, it was officially war. Details had to be ironed out, lest they ended up being the ones who had to bear the brunt of the Warhorses alone.

While I could just tell them that I had the strength to smash those blasted horses if not for their speed, this might lead them to think that I was just boasting. And even if I demonstrated my golems’ might to them, they might still hold some doubts. In such a case, I might end up in the same situation as when I visited the Purgatory Shadowcats. That was definitely not what I wanted. I wasn’t confident about taking on an Overlord, and there was the matter of Sinmosa’s feelings to consider as well.

“Baby, just wait for Papa here.” I gently hugged her then whispered, “Look after those golems.”

Even though my reminder wasn’t particularly explicit, my clever little girl could probably guess my meaning. And she did. Upon hearing that reminder, her eyes lit up. She broke into a grin then kissed me. “Got it, Mo Na will be good.”

‘Seems like she got the message. If I don’t come out after a long time, she will lead my golem army into their nest and cause a ruckus. Even without the Devil King Idol, my Seven-star Winged Abyssal Golems should be more than enough to give them a headache.’

“Jeerah, you stay behind as well. Help me look after Mo Na.”

“Got it, master, you be careful as well.” Jeerah smiled gently in my direction, clearly in agreement with my decision. “I’ll wait here quietly for your return.”

With that done, I nodded at Sinmosa then followed Sidarth towards the towering mountain ahead filled with a cave.

It was only me that ended up following Sidarth. The moment we stepped into the nest, the rest of the Hellhounds Sidarth brought along immediately surrounded Sinmosa, eager to chat with her and ask how she was doing, the very picture of a school flower and her suitors…too bad this school flower had already given birth to a daughter with her own brother…

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Author: The Sole Survivor	Original Source: SFACG
Translator: CatatoPatch	English Source: Re:Library

“You’ve been with Sinmosa for so long and you still haven’t learned a word of Devil tongue yet?” Neanderke mockingly eyed Sasani. “Sinmosa is clearly a genius so how can you be stupid, I swear…”

“Woof!” Sasani angrily barked before charging at Neanderke without any further warning. His words just now had definitely crossed a line, that was probably why Sasani simply couldn’t swallow this indignity.

“Come at me then!” Neanderke fiercely roared with all three of his head before charging back at his rival, not at all intending to back down from this challenge. “Today is the day I’ll show Sinmosa who is the real dog worthy of being by her side!”

‘A dog worthy of being by her side? Fine, that was mean of me to make fun of dogs…’

Faced with their near instant aggression towards each other, Sinmosa had no intention of stepping in to pull apart these dogs. She merely pulled her daughter to the side and quietly watched them.

One of the Cerberuses who was patrolling with Neanderke turned around and galloped off in the direction of their nest. In all likelihood, he was off to call for help. As for the last remaining Cerberus, he stayed behind to watch this spectacle play out, barking his encouragement from time to time.

Both Sasani’s and Neanderke’s strength were roughly equal. In a fair fight between the two of them, it would be difficult to tell who would triumph in the end. The deciding factor would be how they played their cards.

Yet even in a fight between Cerberuses, their match played out as would one expect a dog fight to play out. A bite here. A scratch there. At the very most, the both of them threw out a couple of fire breaths here and there to spice things up. Because there were three heads on each side involved in this fight, one could say that their aggression was tripled as well. That also meant that their strikes were three times as ferocious.

Neither side had any intention of showing mercy to the other, yet their first clash still ended in a tie. Neanderke braced himself from the resulting impact, and with a fierce swipe of his claws, managed to land a decent strike on Sasani who couldn’t dodge in time. Immediately, three tear marks appeared on his hide.

Being the first to be injured in this fight, Sasani promptly stepped his game. With a flashy spurt of fire, he engulfed Neanderke’s vision in a wall of flame, covering his approach in the process. By the time the flames died down enough for Neanderke to see, Sasani had already charged up to him, and with a vicious snap of his three jaws, bit down hard on the unsuspecting dog!

However, Neanderke was no fool either. The moment his vision was obscured by the flames, he immediately guessed what Sasani was up to and quickly tried to retreat. Unfortunately, he was still a little late and ended up with a gash at the side of his left neck. Had it not been for him retreating just now, he might have even ended up losing one of his heads.

With how vicious each of their attacks were, it was clear neither of them even considered holding back. Even the smallest of attacks was intended to draw blood. How was this supposed to be an argument? This was clearly a fight to the death!

“Shouldn’t we stop them?” I wasn’t particularly worried that Sasani would end up losing, I simply didn’t want those two to continue duking it out like this. No matter who died in the end, my plan would be adversely affected.

“It’s alright, they won’t die.” Surprisingly, Sinmosa was a lot calmer than I had expected. She reached out and gently rubbed little Cinderel on her head, then in an educating tone, said, “If our little Cinderel ever encounters a situation where she has many suitors and can’t decide on one, just let them fight it out like this. Only the winner has the right to be a mate.”

‘Wait, so you’re saying that whoever wins this fight, you will follow them?’ Naturally, I didn’t voice out that thought.

However, she still managed to guess my thoughts from my eyes. “I know what you’re thinking. Even if Neanderke wins, I won’t follow him.”

“In that case… what’s the point of this fight?”

“If we don’t let them fight it out like this, we will have a lot of problems in the future.”

Yet before I could ask what she meant by a lot of problems, their fight came to a close.

It was Sasani’s victory. Neanderke laid there lying on the ground, chest heaving with each breath and face pressed to the ground by Sasani’s right paw.

Both parties were covered in injuries, their blood falling to the ground with an audible drip amidst a noticeably quieter battlefield.

“Well, aren’t you two chummy, getting into a fight like that right away.” A sturdy as a bull Cereberus came trotting into view. Behind him were a group of Four-stars and Five-stars. He gazed at the fallen Neanderke, then turned towards me, eyes straight like he was evaluating me. “Your scent… you’re that Lust Demon?”

“Uncle…”

I didn’t reply, instead, it was Sinmosa who first broke the silence with this large Cerberus, though her eyes were downcast. Despite being victorious, Sasani didn’t dare gloat at all. He merely lifted off his paw and quietly stood to the side.

“You disgrace of a dog, get out of the way!” Sidarth barked at Neanderke, then left him to devices. He turned around to Sinmosa, and in a voice completely different than he just had, said, “Sinmosa, you’re back.”

‘This presence… so it’s that old dog, Sidarth.’ Perhaps because we were now in the presence of his clan, Sidarth wasn’t as flippant as he last was when we met. Instead, he had the bearing you would expect of an elder.

“Elder Sidarth, we meet again.” I pulled Mo Na to me then greeted him while Jeerah stood behind me quietly.

“Woof woof~” I still had no way of understanding their language, but based on Cinderel’s expression, my guess was that she just said hello to Sidarth.

“My precious little grandniece, don’t you know how much your granduncle has missed you?” The moment he laid eyes on Cinderel, his old dog eyes practically teared up with joy. From the looks of it, he was extremely fond of the little puppy.

While on the topic of her daughter, Sinmosa had a brief chat with Sidarth before finally turning to the purpose of our visit. “Uncle, we’ve returned this time in order to…”

“I think it’s better if I explained it.” I interrupted her then took a couple of steps forward. Sidarth had already seen the golems we brought with us but hadn’t brought it up at all. I had no clue as to what he was thinking now, but I had no desire to guess either. Thus, I stated exactly what our goals were. “I hope to gain the Hellhound’s support. I wish to declare war against the Warhorses!”

“Declare war against the Warhorses?” Sidarth threw me a bemused but searching look. “Do you know what you’re saying right now? Even though I don’t know what has happened to cause you to change from a Lust Demon to a Fallen Angel, you’re still just a Four-stars. And you wish to declare war on the Warhorses? Are you sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Sidarth chuckled. “Based on what?”

I pointed behind at my seven hundred or so golems, then with confidence brimming, declared, “Them!”

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