Bab 381: Final Battle Of Fortress Of Soren IV

 "Get ready! Something is coming!" one of the captain at the front yelled, his sword at the ready as he pointed at the direction of the newcomer.

 "How rude. I would prefer to be called as someone, than something," Alros exclaimed, a spear in his hand. 

 At the word of the demon, and at his sight as well, the soldiers stiffened, their limbs refusing to work as it shivered profusely.

 "I just walked in and already all of you already turned into a shivering mess," Alros said in amusement, shaking his head as he tried to stemmed of a laugh.

 "This would be easier than I thought," the demon walk towards the frontline once more as the monsters followed their master.

 Behind him is Gobruk, his eyes filled with fury and desire to rip apart the enemy though his eyes are searching for the leader, the enemy with strength similar to him.