The sensing ability of Demon King Eleven was not mistaken.
A powerful target is rapidly approaching, at an unimaginable speed.
As it wondered who this target might be...
It had already spotted a warrior in its sights.
"What kind of card… could give Sword Hero such speed?"
Demon King Eleven engaged at full speed, quickly retreating with the aid of the recoil from spewing green poison. Experience told it there was no need to fear a warrior.
But intuition told it—Run quickly, or it's all over.
In the apocalypse, being an elite species is quite awkward. Below, there are countless rare and normal species to devour.
But the gap between elite species and leaders and dominators is infinitely vast.
Without passing through the bizarre tournaments, it's hard to advance.
In this distinctly graded cruel apocalypse…some people are born leaders, like that couple in Mo'en City.
Some people start straight at the Red House.
