I stood on the balcony of the Fuerig Castle, overseeing how my army was gathering. Tens of thousands of soldiers, donned in black armor, holding spears, lances, or halberts, looking ready for war.

They were organized in orderly-looking formations, waiting for the order to march.

"This will be hard."

I thought in my head.

[Calculations are done. I have prepared seventeen possible scenarios, which are primary ones. Secondary scenarios could be around fifty.]

Sounded the voice of an Architect in my head.

"Hmm..."

I muttered.

After nearly thirty minutes, all of my soldiers were assembled, patiently waiting for the teleportation Gate to open. It was a large-scale teleportation spell that was often cast to transport a huge number of people.

[The Magic Tower has self-destructed. The approximate death count of Fallen Angels is between 8,000 to 12,000.]

Said Architect, as I grit my teeth.

They have breached the Tower, which wasn't exactly something I wanted to hear, each of those Magic Towers took many resources and time to build, but alas, at least it caused enough damage to the enemy.

"Launch the Gate."

I told the operating magicians behind me as they started casting the large-scale teleportation magic to open the Gate to the place where Fallen was.

Soon enough, ambient magic in the air surged, and soon enough transparent Gate appeared.

"For the Underworld, For the Devil race, and for Death to the Fallen."

I shouted as I grabbed my scythe and swung it at the Gate; I unleashed my four pairs of devil wings, signifying my Ultimate-Class strength, and significantly boosted soldiers' morale as I led my army to the portal.

The place where it opened was ten kilometers away from the Magic Tower so that I could prepare an ambush at the Fallen.

"Implement plan 10."

Plan 10 was one of the scenarios that the Architect calculated. I sent mental instructions to the Division Commanders on what to do. I had 100,000 Soldiers, from which almost all were of Middle-Class and two and half thousand of them were High-Class.

Plan 10 was a straightforward one. I will make a target out of myself and lure Fallen by striking them hard with Strategic-Tier Magic while my army will hide. Due to huge fluctuations in the ambient magic, it will be night impossible for Fallen to cast properly detect spells, and under the chaos of my Strategic-Tier Magic, they won't even have time.

As the last soldiers were coming out of the teleportation gate, I started casting the spells. Strategic-Tier Spell, Chain Dragon Lightning of High-Rank of Strategic-Tier. Soon enough, an enormous dragon-like phantom made out of purely lightning materialized above my head, having over fifty meters.

"Let the dance begin."

I muttered as I released the spell, in the direction that was full of injured and uninjured Fallen.

Apparently, after the Magic Tower self-explosion, they decided to recuperate a little, which was actually good for me, as they were unprotected.

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As I shot one Chain Dragon Lightning spell, I immediately started casting another two at once. Thanks to my mastery over Tier magic as its inventor, boost from the Rosenkreutz, and newly, my True Name, its usage of Demonic Energy for one spell of this tier was around 10 Units, which may seem a lot.

Still, for such destructive magic, it wasn't.

Additionally, my regeneration was so fearsome that I had full Demonic Energy reserves in the next six minutes. That was also part of the advantage of my True Name; as Will of the Underworld directly granted it, I would get many passive bonuses when fighting in the Underworld.

This was something that only a very few existences had. Mainly those who were blessed by the Will or had Divinity related to the Underworld.

***

On the side of the Fallen.

The General of the Fallen Angels was currently standing in front of his Division Commanders, giving them various orders until his eyes perked up a little.

"Attack!"

He shouted, but the spell had already hit, and very hard.

As the massive, several tens meters long lightning dragon smashed around the crowds of the Fallen Angels; it evaporated hundreds of them in a single hit.

For someone like the General or his Division Commanders, they were able to evade the spell, but other Fallen, especially the injured ones or those who were resting, were killed.

"Another two! It should be Ultimate-Class magician, but I don't recognize the spell type... probably devil."

Said the General, as he started ordering the Fallen Angels to mobilize, as two lightning dragons hit different parts of the environment where Fallen were, killing countless of them in the process.

"He is attacking us from a distance. If he releases more troublesome spells... how are our losses?"

Asked General as he looked around, as Fallen was quickly recovering from the ambush attack.

"I can sense that five thousand were killed."

Reported Fallen that was proficient in magic.

"Damm. Quickly reorganize before he starts bombarding us with more spells. We need to kill him; I will take half of the soldiers to catch this devil."

Ordered General of the Fallen Legion.

***

"Hmm... they are equally arrogant to devil nobility, but that is good."

I said to myself as I watched all that chaos, destruction, and death I had caused with only three Strategic-Tier spells. It was marvelous.

"I will send one more at them... but at those that remained there."

I muttered as I cast another Chain Dragon Lightning spell; after it was released, I also ordered several Division Commanders to take half of the army, and go back to the Magic Tower to kill the remaining Fallen there, as I saw that the General of the legion took the majority of Fallen to pursue me. Those who remained behind were only around 20,000, and most of them were injured.

I also cast a few defensive spells over myself to create a barrier around me, so the Fallen would focus on the barrier, and then they could be ambushed by my soldiers.