Chapter 1023: Uniquely Qualified

Tycondrius' plans did not progress as well as he'd hoped.

Of course, they didn't.

Why would they? 

⟬ 38 bells, 44 minutes, 17 seconds remaining... ⟭ 

Tycon had put in a great deal of effort over the last few bells. 

He scribed a Spell Formation to cool the inside of his command tent. 

He recruited a Clock Devil.

He made lunch for himself, Pale, and the Officers. 

...He even took a short nap. 

But even after all that... he didn't have near enough hellborne recruits to give him the confidence to siege an established pocket dimension. 

"Franz," Tycon said, "how many do we have, currently fighting for Infernus Invictus?"

The ICE DEVIL rubbed his claws together, chittering nervously, "I... I don't know the exact number, my liege. Around... 3000? At least?"

"I'd very much like a more accurate count," Tycon groaned. 

He shot a glare at Franz, the ICE DEVIL.