Kapitel 1727: Confidence

The scene was almost comical. Two sides were forced to fight a war that had clearly already been decided. 

Dissatisfaction was inevitable. As those on Dyon's side died one after another, how could they not feel resentment? Their leader was actually making them fight a battle he could win on his own. It was then that the Demon Generals, who had remained silent until now, raised their weapons and beat them against their black as night armor. 

"Fight!" 

They roared, a raging demonic qi flooding the battlefield. 

"The Sage has already done so much for you, yet you still ask for more?!" 

"There'll come a day when the Sage can call the whole of the Mortal Plane his territory, do you want to raise your heads proudly and say that you helped him?! Or do you want to lead a pitiful life without purpose?!" 

"Fight!" 

Dyon casually held Patriarch Raven's neck, a calm smile on his face. 

'I'd prefer you not awaken your Ancestors.'