Strongest Superhuman System

Chapter 620 The Duke and The King

"My Lord."

Mark turned back to the entrance as he heard Hunn's voice and Mark hummed in response. Hunn bowed to Mark and spoke up in a calm tone.

"I am sure you had already prepared yourself for a lot of backlash from the rest of the demon army with regards to your plan, and I respect you for that. Be assured that I stand by this decision of yours and I will do my best to bring as many demons as possible under your banner."

Mark gave a small smile at the declaration and he nodded towards Hunn.

"Thank you, Hunn. I am glad to have someone as wise as you in my council. Your loyalty will be remembered."

Hunn bowed once more and then he left.

...

The Angels had set up a rudimentary camp a safe distance away from the demon castle and set up a single tent in the center of the large field they were standing in. They had sent out a pair of messengers to give a response to the demon lord, telling him that they would accept the offer for a conversation.

And although James still didn't know exactly why his father had accepted the offer, he was finally able to understand what the reason was when he saw five figures coming toward the tent from the distance.

"Rachael..."

There were three griffons with a female demon flying beside the head griffon. Two of the griffons carried a person each, but the third griffon carried a large pale-skinned man who possessed an aura unlike anything James had ever seen in his life before, and in front of that man was Rachael, the one-winged angel.

So this was why his father accepted the conversation. The demon lord must've promised to bring Rachael along to the meeting.

And since it was the demon lord that sent the letter, that meant that the man holding onto Rachael was him. The six hundredth and sixty-sixth demon lord.

Duke Grant had a hard look on his face as he watched the five figures land in front of them. His eyes moved towards Rachael immediately as he tried to see if there were any injuries or scars on her body, but from what he could see, she hadn't been touched at all.

Riger glared right back.

"There was just something in my throat. Don't tell me you birds can't handle a bit of spit."

"I think we should get back on track here."

Mark spoke up again, drawing Duke Grant's attention back to him before he continued.

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"I'm not going to beat around the bush. If our armies fight right now, then you will all die."

It was like Mark just flipped a fucking switch in the Angel's head once those words left his mouth, and the roar of anger from the Angels echoed in the tent! They all had furious looks as they decided they were not going to sit there and take such an insult from him! An angel sitting at the side seemed to be a lot more confrontational than the others, and a mad yell was the only thing that alerted Mark to a light arrow that was shot straight at him!

Mark raised his hand, and the arrow slammed into it before dissipating into nothing!

BAM!

Arit was immediately on the Angel, trapping him on the ground with her nails poised at his neck! She had moved so fast that the other Angels didn't even see her, and she glared at them in anger as she started to draw blood from the Angel under her.

"Arit, that's enough. Let him go."

Mark spoke up before Arit could kill the man, and Arit glared at the man for a few seconds before she finally let him go and stood up. Mark glared at the Angels in front of him before he tapped his finger on the table and started to talk.

"You may argue as much as you want to, but the facts don't lie. I'm sure you've all heard about what happened here. I took this castle on my own without any help from the other demons. None of the Angels stood a chance against me, just like none of you do. If we fight here, you might overpower my soldiers with your sheer numbers, but you will never overpower me. I will tear through your forces like a wrecking ball, and none of you will survive the onslaught."

The Angels were getting more and more agitated the longer Mark spoke, and Mark could sense their desire to attack him growing.