The battle had reached a crescendo—and that was because the surviving Demon Lords fought with all they had to ensure there was no loss.
Demon Lord of Vert—Zenkiel—as well as the Demon Lord of Jaune—Serci—remained undefeated…
… Though it was only a matter of time.
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"Guark!"
Serci, the giant Demon—a monster in every right—found herself spurting out blood.
Her enormous body throbbed in pain as her grave injuries slowly healed.
The enemy that put her in this state was none other than the champion of the Beast folk Race—Gerard.
"You… are quite strong." Once again, she coughed up blood as she spoke.
The corrosive fluid burned the earth as it fell, but none of the opponents took that to mind
"Oh, me? I'm actually not that strong…" Gerard mumbled.
His light shrug and distant smile showed that he meant every word. The Beast King was being honest about his weakness.
"What?"
"I mean it… really."