"Spare us... We were forced into this..."
The leading Ancient Demon at Peak Level 3 immediately knelt, pleading with the individual. However, the soldier only shook his head lightly, seemingly regretful, seemingly sighing.
Then, after a brief silence, he extended his hand to these Demon Tribe refugees.
"Stand up first, I'm here not to kill you."
"I'm here to help you."
His fluent Demon Realm Language resonated from his lips. Upon hearing this, the dozen Demon Fiends were taken aback momentarily, immediately igniting the glow of hope in their eyes.
For these Demon Tribe civilians forcibly driven out of the Demon Realm's Gate, even a sliver of kindness from the enemy is enough to awaken the last glimmer of hope within their hearts.
"Master, this is..."
The Demon Fiend spoke in disbelief.
Then he received a reply.
"I'm Marcus, that's all you need to know."
...
Among ten Demon Fiends, there were elders, children, and three combat-capable adult Ancient Demons besides.
