Just then,one of them noticed a shadow enlarging on the ground. The captain's eyes caught movement above. His breath froze in his throat. A figure dropped from the sky, fast and black against the pale snow. "Dodge!" he screamed. Google seaʀᴄh 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙 The warning cut through the chaos just in time. The ground split apart as the figure landed with the impact exploding like a cannon. The shockwave blasted outward. Men were thrown through the air along with shields flying,and bodies slammed into the frozen ground. The sound of their armor clattering filled the night as the formation scattered. Snow surged upward like waves, dust and smoke blotting out sight. The air stank of burnt earth and blood. The camp trembled, and order shattered in an instant. The soldiers staggered to their feet, some clutching their ears, others gasping for breath. Fear traced across their faces as shadows of demons loomed closer. The dust slowly cleared, and a massive figure stood in the middle of the field. His bulky frame towered over the soldiers, his shadow alone enough to make their hearts pound in fear. "Fuck... Someone from the Sloth Tribe... And it seemed to be awake..." one soldier muttered. His face was pale seeing this. The demon slammed his chest with both hands. A deep thump echoed through the camp like a drum of war. "Ohh! It seems we are quite popular," he growled, saliva dripping from his lips. "I, Phallic from the Clan of Sloth, will dismantle your entire army." The Belphegor Tribe demons were known for being sloth and endless sleep. But once they were awake, their bodies turned into weapons of madness. Their skin was thick, gray like stone. Veins bulged across their limbs, glowing faint red under the falling snow. Their eyes were heavy and drooping, yet their movements carried wild, violent strength. Their fangs jutted out from thick jaws, and their bare torsos looked like walls of muscle and scars. Phallic roared and charged forward. His massive body moved with shocking speed, crashing into the soldiers like a storm. The ground shook as he slammed through shields and weapons. Dust rose in waves as men screamed. "Don't get close to him!" a commander shouted, but his warning was drowned by the chaos. Phallic spun around,and his body swung like a wrecking ball. Soldiers were thrown into the air, their armor shattering under the sheer impact. One soldier managed to slip close. He thrust his sword with both hands, screaming as he stabbed into the demon's side. The blade sank only a few inches before it stopped. The steel shook in his grip as if caught in stone. Phallic turned his head slowly. His single eye glared at the soldier. The man froze. His arms trembled, and his legs became weak. He stumbled back and wanted to run, but his knees gave out and he fell onto the ground. The demon raised his fist, clenching it until the knuckles cracked. He brought it down with a roar. A loud slam erupted.He expected that the man to be turned into meat but.. Steel rang out, with sparks burst. A lean figure had stepped in, holding a sword against the demon's massive fist. "Damn... I thought demons were supposed to be beautiful. Why the fuck are you so ugly?" Vic muttered, his body trembling under the weight of the strike. Sweat ran down his face as his sword shook in his grip. Phallic tilted his head. His heavy breath steamed in the cold air. Then he laughed. His drool flew as he grinned wide. "Ohh, a worthy foe among humans... I never thought I would see this day." Vic's face twisted in disgust. He pushed the demon's fist away and jumped back, shaking his sword. "Arghh... Disgusting. Stop calling human this and human that. I am Vic. Remember my name." With that, he rushed forward. His sword cut the air as he met the demon's strike head-on. The clash shook the ground. Both figures were thrown back, rolling across the dirt before rising again. Their eyes locked, filled with wild heat. Herion stepped up beside the broken camp, gripping his axe tight. His lips curled into a grin as he rested the blade on his shoulder. "Fights ... this bullshit is really enjoyable." A minotaur-like demon let out a heavy laugh, shaking the ground with his voice. "Hahaha! You won't say that after I pummel you into the dirt, pest!" He raised his axe and brought it down with all his strength. Herion lifted his own axe and met the strike. The weapons slammed together, sending a shockwave across the battlefield. The force knocked nearby soldiers off their feet. Both men slammed onto one another until their arms shaking as they pushed against each other. The air between them hissed with raw pressure. They pulled back and struck again. Metal clashed, sparks flew, and the ground split under their feet. Neither man stepped back. Their strikes were brutal, each one carrying the weight to kill. Sweat poured down their faces, and their muscles strained as they fought like beasts. Meanwhile, other soldiers regrouped. They shouted orders, forming lines to deflect the smaller demons that rushed in from behind. The clash of steel and cries of pain filled the night. Gare and Handle broke through the chaos, moving in sync. Handle's blade cut low, forcing the demon's guard down. Gare followed with a heavy slash across its shoulder. Blood sprayed, thick and black. Handle dodged to the side as another swing came. Gare roared and lifted his sword high. With both hands, he swung down hard, the blade slamming against the demon's head. The strike left a deep gash, but the demon still stood looking at him only to feel a blade shoved into his neck and decapitated his head. Handle panted, sweat dripping down his face. His eyes darted through the field. "Gare, I'm not able to see the Lord. Now where did he go?" Gare slashed at another demon, his sword cutting through its neck. He paused, thinking for a moment. Then a faint grin spread across his face. "Who knows? But he might be really enjoying the moment."