In the sky, the leader, a giant beast shimmering with a metallic luster, flapped its broad wings, whipping up a cold gale and letting out a roar.
"Roar—"
"Demons! You don't belong here! In the name of Melwood, get back to the gutters of The Abyss!"
"Swoosh—"
With the howling sound, the piercing cold wind dispersed the Heavy Fog Spell cast by the Bazut demons, revealing their fierce demon bodies as they darted through the mist.
At this moment, the Bazut demons also noticed the Silver Dragon in the sky.
"Ao!"
"Kill these vermin!"
But they were already seeing red, looking up to roar, spitting foul saliva. Their rotting fur was full of dirty blood and bits of flesh, riddled with bullet holes as purplish-black pus oozed out.
Under the fierce resistance of the Imperial Army, they had been injured.
The wounded Bazut demons would enter a state of Fury, attacking madly until either it or its enemy died, fearlessly facing even the mightier Silver Dragons.