With deliberate motions, the two of them dropped their weapons. The next second they reached into their space rings, pulling out new weapons.
Rothgard held a black blade while Dravik brandished a pair of curved silver sabres.
Looking at their actions, Melkan scoffed and spoke in mocking derision "You think you can defeat me just because you switched weapons? I am a Demon Earl! Do you even understand what that means? You might as well try to cut down the hell!"
BANG… Melkan's aura flared The shockwave knocked several nearby mercenaries and soldiers unconscious on the spot. Even the monsters faltered, some of them collapsing under the indiscriminate pressure.
"You're awfully loud for someone who just lost their army" Dravik scooped his ears, unbothered by the Demon Earl's aura.
"You are all alone and soon you will meet the same fate as the demons you sent here before" Rothgard followed suit, smearing salt on the wound.