Nero slammed his shield against the giant snake's head. The king jumped to the side, letting Amos' whip cut a line through one eye. It was just going to make it angrier, Nero knew.
But that was half the fun!
"Hey, Amos!" Nero was ready to cover the Archdemon in gold, if he had to. He had no other allies. He had no other choice. "Why do you still use the whip?"
Amos roared, using the barbed whip to open a gash to the snake's skull.
Nero decided to fight on, keeping quiet.
He cut off the snake's tail. Jumping to the side so Amos could inject the creature with his poison.
Summons! Nero couldn't believe his luck! He was fighting summons! Summons who were dropping mana crystals! He could build an army here!
No, not an army, Nero corrected himself. A horde! Something to rival the demon's numbers. Something he wouldn't care about sending to the front lines!
Something that would obey him and only him.