At the front, Commander Tyrel''s expression turned grim as he watched the growing demon force. Despite the unease spreading through the ranks, he steeled himself, his eyes narrowing in determination.


    "Men, charge! Leave no demon alive!" Commander Tyrel bellowed, his voice full of authority.


    The human soldiers roared back, their collective cry echoing as they surged forward. The ten battalions, each with over two hundred soldiers, led by their respective leaders, charged toward the demon horde with a coordinated and disciplined assault.


    Nearby, a group of surviving ogres—severely injured but still watching the battle—red at the humans. Were it not for their injuries, they would have eagerly joined the fight to get their vengeance.


    Aengus and Be took the lead, followed closely by their elite warriors—Butler Yu, Gabi, Maru, Sienna, Sen, the Wolf King and Queen, and Gourmond—each leading their own groups of demons. Behind them, Aengus'' Legion surged forward, driven by his telepathicmand, charging mindlessly toward the enemy.


    Be, with a smile that seemed almost serene, soared through the air toward Commander Tyrel, who had taken flight as well. As she approached, her soft, creamy skin began to harden, radiating an intense, dangerous energy. Despite the growing pressure surrounding her, the smile never left her face. She looked like a deadly subus, but far more powerful than any ordinary demoness.


    "Boom!"


    Be''s fist collided directly with Commander Tyrel''s Greatsword, her bare hand meeting the weapon with a resounding impact. To Tyrel''s shock, her skin remained unscathed, not even a scratch marring its surface. His eyes widened in disbelief, realizing that Be was far tougher—and far more dangerous—than he had anticipated.


    Above the battlefield, their sh was explosive, sending shockwaves throughout the area. Even those fighting below could feel the pressure from their battle in the sky. Commander Tyrel''s colorful magical energy shed violently with Be''s dark, malevolent power, creating a dazzling and dangerous disy that caught the eyes of all who fought on the ground.


    Their battle raged on, each exchange of blows causing the air to tremble.


    "Aengus targeted the 10 C-Rank humans below. They could pose the greatest threat to his people, as C-Rank would be too much for them to handle.


    However, he wasn''t going to help them more than that. He wasn''t raising flowers in vases. They needed to grow stronger and more confident to be a true powerhouse. Only then could they help him achieve his goal.


    Aengus took the Mythril de he had taken from Ashter''s dead body.


    Rising into the sky with his Hell-reborne Wings, he looked down at the ten battalion leaders below.


    "Spectral de Storm!"


    He cast the skill, raising his de as invisible spectral copies lunged toward the C-Rankers in rapid session..


    [ Spectral de Storm (B): Rain of invisible phasing des that can phase through physical objects and deal damage to the enemy. Over time the damage increases in a wide range while the enemy inside it]


    Caught off guard, a few were stabbed in the hands, legs, and stomachs, turning the battlefield into a bloody scene.


    Those with sharper instincts quickly nced up at Aengus, their brows furrowed in anger.


    Aengus hovered in the sky, watching the aftermath of his Spectral de Storm with cold eyes. The bloodied bodies of several C-Rank battalion leaders littered the ground, their arrogance shattered by the invisible, deadly force of his de. Some still writhed in pain, desperately clutching their wounds. Others, those with sharper instincts, had managed to deflect or evade the worst of the attack.


    A few of them red up at him, their faces twisted with fury.


    "Tsk, how arrogant!" one growled, wiping the blood from his mouth.


    "He dares to challenge us all together?!" another spat, his hand already reaching for a health potion. "Let''s show him what we''re made of brothers!"


    "Yes, if we can take him down, the half war will already be won!" One smiled.


    Without hesitation, they gulped down their potions, healing their wounds as best as they could. Then, with a battle cry, they charged at Aengus, their bodies pulsing with enhanced strength and speed.


    Aengus watched them approach, his expression unreadable. His Hell-reborne wings beat steadily, keeping him aloft as he prepared for the inevitable sh. He could see the rage in their eyes, the desperate need for revenge.


    But he felt no fear—only calm, deadly resolve.


    "They think they can match me with brute force," he muttered under his breath. "Fools."


    Aengus picked up his pace, shing head-on with the battalion leaders with his de in hand. (AN: The "de" refers to a short sword-like weapon, simr to daggers but not exactly the same.)


    ng! ng! ng!


    The sound of metal shing and grinding echoed as the ten leaders surrounded him, determined to finish him off.


    Their expressions were serious and alert after experiencing the strange, invisible de attack. They attacked in proper sync, each strike coordinated to overwhelm him.


    Aengus, with his quick reflexes, melee skills, and high stats, defended and countered with increased ferocity.


    But the enemies weren''t to be taken lightly. They all possessed simr dragon-like enhancements—wings and ws—like Ashter had. It seemed to be tied to some Dragon-type ss or ability.


    ng! ng!


    Boom!


    Despite the intensity of the battle, Aengus was enjoying himself. It had been a long time since he got to flex his muscles. To him, they were nothing more than practice dummies.


    And the battalion leaders began to realize this. As much as it stung to admit, they knew he was toying with them. The half-breed was far stronger than they had anticipated—stronger than all of thembined.


    "F*ck!"


    Frustrated, they shifted tactics,unching long-range attacks—elemental sts and non-elemental skills—barraging Aengus relentlessly.


    But Aengus moved with incredible agility, his wings propelling him from one spot to another, dodging their attacks with ease. This only fueled the humans'' frustration.


    "We need to do it now, brothers!" one of the leaders shouted.


    They exchanged nces, silently agreeing on something important. Bloodstains covered their mouths, but they were done being yed with.


    "Fusion Dragon!"


    Aengus watched with narrowed eyes as the battalion leaders transformed into the colossal red dragon, towering 40 meters high. Its scales gleamed with an almost imprable toughness, and its massive wings beat the air with a force that sent shockwaves across the battlefield.


    The sight of the dragon drew astonished gasps from the nearby demons and humans alike, many pausing mid-fight to witness the formidable creature''s sudden appearance.


    "A fusion skill?" Aengus muttered under his breath, intrigued yet unfazed.


    ROAR!


    The red dragon roared, the sound shaking the ground, its fiery breath glowing ominously from its mouth. Without wasting any time, Aengus raised his Mythril de, summoning Spectral de Storm once more. Hundreds of shimmering, invisible des materialized, spiraling down like a storm upon the dragon.


    ng! ng!


    The spectral des struck the dragon''s scales, but they barely left a mark, merely bouncing off the creature''s tough exterior with metallic clinks. Aengus frowned, realizing that this dragon was no ordinary foe. Its scales were enchanted, and his usual tactics wouldn''t be enough to bring it down.


    With a deafening roar, the red dragon pped its wings and surged toward Aengus, the force of its propulsion sending gusts of wind across the battlefield. At the same time, it opened its mouth wide, releasing a torrent of searing mes that streaked toward Aengus like a zing inferno.


    Aengus'' eyes gleamed with interest.


    "Finally, something interesting," he muttered as he dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the column of fire that scorched the sky where he had been.


    The heat was intense but it did a little damage due to his zing Purge Skill.


    Aengus moved with precision, his wings carrying him swiftly out of range. As the dragon charged again, he assessed the situation.


    But before Aengus could make a move, he noticed the red dragon''s speed had increased manyfold, its body steaming with rage.


    Bang!


    The dragon shot forward like lightning, its ws striking out. Aengus barely had time to block with his sword.


    Crash!


    He was sent crashing into the ground, creating a small crater upon impact.


    Quickly, he stood up, wiping the blood from his lips. ncing upward, he saw the red dragon stilling at him from above, moving at a terrifying speed that broke the sound barrier, tearing through the sky like a small meteor covered in mes.


    Be, while engaged in fight with themander, looked at Aengus worriedly for second, but when she what Aengus had became next moment she smiled, her worry vanished away instantly.


    She then focused, on themamder who seemed to have weakened down a lot. It won''t take before long he''s defeated.


    Below, just before the red dragon could Aengus, he activated the first B-Rank skill he attained after the synthesis.


    [ Doomscale Dragonification ]


    [ Rank: B ]


    [ Type: Transformation ]


    [ Description: The user transforms into a terrifying Dragonoid form, covered in imprable ck scales, dragon wings, and ws. The transformation drastically increases the user''s strength, defense, and agility by 20 times while itsted. Consumes 500 Mana / second ]