Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

Chapter 839 203: The Demon Tribe's Resolution (2-in-1)_2

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The Ancient Demon's fist struck the steel door, producing a muffled sound, paired with the eerie layout of the building, it created an echo.

The strange sound made Hada involuntarily shiver.

"Enter!"

An even colder voice came from behind the door, Hada swallowed hard, then pulled open the door.

Inside, it was pitch black, vaguely, Hada could see a robust Ancient Demon sitting in front of a square table, reviewing document after document.

"Lord... Lord Legas."

Hada said, though it was just a simple address, the voice from Hada's mouth was full of trembling.

"Hmm, here, please call me Commander."

Legas didn't look up, nor did his lips move, but his grand and majestic voice instantly echoed throughout the room.

As the words spread, an unrestrained, fierce aura unfolded in all directions, making Hada's legs weak...

It wasn't that Hada was too low, but because Hada knew that each Commander in charge of directing a battle zone was a Level 11 transcendent powerful expert! Although they couldn't enter Earth at this time, they could always oversee all affairs in the Demon Tribe's homeland — after all, the insight and mind of a Level 11 powerful expert, as well as the speed of their mental arithmetic, far outshines that of low-grade demonic creatures.

"Commander..."

Hada changed his address, and only then did Legas nod with satisfaction, his aura somewhat restrained.

"What is it?"

Clearly having thought out what to say, yet standing before Legas, the words from Hada's mouth were still stammered.

"M...my lord, the India battlefield... has fallen..."

"Oh!"

Legas simply responded and then picked up another document from the table.

In the dim, or rather completely lightless environment, a blurry figure quickly reviewed the documents, creating an uncanny scene.

Fortunately, with Hada's peak Level 5 ability, his night vision had greatly improved, so Hada quickly raised his head, swiftly glanced at Legas, then lowered his head again — from Hada's perspective, there was no expression of anger or fury on Legas's face.

It was a good thing... at least the Commander didn't kill him on the spot.

Hada breathed a sigh of relief.

Until Legas spoke again.

"Sequence Number 2, right? Did he remove the forward base?"

"Yes, Commander."

After two sentences, Hada's speech became more fluent, and he immediately replied.

Then...

"Boom!"

A clear blast sounded, like a crisp fart.

However, the result of this sound fart wasn't optimistic — only to see Hada's body explode like a balloon, in an instant, blood splattered, and limbs were everywhere, his flesh bloomed on the ground, reflecting a splendid flower.

"The base is gone, how are you still alive..."

Legas's deep sigh sounded, then the shadows in the room stirred, seemingly alive, enveloping the entire space. In just a moment, when the shadows dissipated, Hada's remains had disappeared...

Spotless.

Completely.

...

Having casually done a trivial task, Legas put down the documents in hand and gently moved his neck.

Sitting for long periods made Legas uncomfortable — after all, being a Level 11 transcendent powerful expert, what he was truly skilled at was not sitting in a room facing mountains of documents.

After exercising his wrists a couple of times, Legas, with scaly fingers, gently tapped the table.

With Legas's actions, a slight sound emanated from the table, and the next second, a projection-like screen appeared clearly in front of Legas — the sci-fi colored screen, contrasted with Legas's savage and ferocious appearance, created an indescribably bizarre atmosphere.

Legas was accustomed to this — having conquered so many worlds, if the Demon Army didn't have some technological roots and a good ability to integrate technology, it would be quite laughable.

Skillfully tapping the screen, it took only a moment for Legas to open a "software" named "Tactical Meeting Room."

"Communications request connecting..."

"Connection successful."

Within less than a minute, the remote combat meeting was established!

The image on the screen gradually shifted, from the original pure white to a clear display of six demons with various appearances — there were Ancient Demons, spider-like grotesque demons, and even a lewd-looking Soot Skin Demon Monster.

But Legas, knowing the details, understood that all those who could converse with him here were demons of the same level and identity as him — Level 11 transcendent powerful experts, Supreme Commanders of major battle zones!

"The India battlefield has fallen, it was Sequence Number 2's doing."

Legas was the first to present the situation.

...

The defeat of a major battle zone did not stir any waves in this meeting room.

Just like the previous defeat of the Battle Zone Cathay...

Besides Legas, the other six demons in the meeting continued with their tasks, not picking up on Legas's words.

The scene was a bit awkward.

Until another Ancient Demon spoke, "Gone is gone then."

A battle zone, to these demons at the pinnacle of the Demon Army's hierarchy, seemed like a piece of trash, easily discarded.

The speaking Ancient Demon clearly held a different status than Legas; as it spoke, the meeting room became lively again.