The war cries of my demon army echoed through the battlefield, a cacophony of primal fury that shook the very foundations of the world. I stood amidst the chaos, my war hammer raised high, its monstrous form casting an ominous shadow over the trembling humans.

"FEAR ME!" I roared, my voice like thunder, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. "I am Lord Kael, the Archduke of Steel, the mightiest warrior in the Demon King's army!"

The humans recoiled in terror, their resolve crumbling under the sheer force of my presence. They were mere insects compared to the demonic juggernaut I presented, their weapons and armor mere toys against my superhuman strength.

"Your pathetic resistance is futile!" I continued, my voice dripping with disdain. "You cannot hope to defeat the might of the Demon King's army! We will crush your forces, and we will claim this world for our own!"

The humans murmured among themselves, their fear palpable. They knew that they were outmatched, that their only hope was to flee from my wrath. But I would not grant them that mercy.

"No quarter will be given!" I declared, my eyes blazing with demonic fire. "Those who resist will be slaughtered!"

With a deafening roar, I charged into the heart of the human army, my war hammer swinging like a meteor. The battlefield erupted into chaos as the humans fled in terror, their weapons useless against my might.

I cut a swathe through their ranks, my hammer shattering their defenses and crushing their bodies. The ground was slick with blood, the air thick with the stench of death.

The humans were no match for me. They were weak, pathetic, and utterly insignificant. I was the Archduke of Steel, the embodiment of demonic power, and I was unstoppable!

As the last of the humans lay defeated, I stood triumphant, my war hammer raised high above my head. The Demon King would soon rule over this world, his reign of terror assured.

My army cheered, their voices echoing through the battlefield, their devotion to the Demon King unwavering. I was their leader, their hero, their symbol of hope.

"Men of the Demon King's army!" I shouted, my voice ringing out with pride. "We have conquered this world once more! We have proven our superiority over these pathetic mortals!"

The army roared in approval, their voices shaking the heavens. They were my soldiers, my brothers in arms, and together we would rule this world!

"We will spread the Demon King's dominion across the land!" I continued, my voice rising to a crescendo. "We will crush all who oppose us, and we will never rest until the Demon King reigns supreme!"

The army erupted into a frenzy of cheers, their voices shaking the very fabric of reality. I was their leader, their inspiration, their guiding light.

Together, we would conquer the world!

I had faced these heroes before, their combined might nearly overwhelming me. But I had survived, thanks to the intervention of the Demon King's dragon, a creature of immense power that had shattered the heroes' formation and granted me the opportunity to escape.

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Now, I stood ready to face them again, this time on my own terms. The Demon King had granted me this rematch, a chance to prove my dominance and crush the hopes of these pathetic mortals.

"Fools!" I roared, my voice echoing through the battlefield, as the 12 Heroes unleashed their combined might upon me.

The ground beneath my feet trembled as their magical attacks struck my form, but I stood unyielding, my demonic strength impervious to their assault. Their attacks were weak, pathetic, and utterly insignificant compared to my own.

I laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that sent shivers down the spines of the heroes who dared to oppose me. They had underestimated me, their arrogance blinding them to the true power that lay within me.

"this is all you have?" I challenged, my eyes blazing with infernal fire. it seems that the heroes have not yet awakened their true power, I can win.

With a surge of demonic energy, I unleashed my full might, a devastating torrent of power that swept across the battlefield, decimating the heroes' formations and sending them scattering in disarray.

Seraphin and Aric, the leaders of the 12 Heroes, watched in horror as their comrades were cut down, their expressions etched with despair and defeat. They knew that they had made a grave mistake, that they had underestimated the Archduke of Steel.

"Retreat!" Seraphin cried, her voice filled with desperation. "Fall back, now!"

“Too late,” I chuckled, a sinister melody that echoed through the battlefield’s chaos. The once proud 12 Heroes, now trembling before my might, their magic barely scratching my towering form. “Your pathetic attacks are no match for the might of the Archduke of Steel!”

With a deafening roar, I lunged forward, my warhammer poised to deliver the fatal blow. One swing, one strike, and their leader would fall, their spirits shattered like fragile glass.

“Die!” I roared, the hammer connecting with bone-crunching force. The hero’s life force dissipated into the air, leaving behind a lifeless husk, a testament to my invincibility.

The remaining heroes watched in mute horror, their faces pale and etched with fear. Their once unwavering resolve crumbled into a heap of despair, their hopes for victory extinguished by the my merciless hand.

As I struck down the first hero, a surge of demonic energy coursed through my veins, invigorating my body and amplifying my strength. The hero's death was a mere formality, his resistance futile against my overwhelming power.

Seraphin, the vice-leader of the 12 Heroes, watched with a mix of horror and despair as her comrade met his demise. Her eyes welled up with tears, her heart filled with grief and rage.

I relished her anguish, her tears like a symphony of victory. Her emotions fueled my demonic power, making me stronger, more formidable.

With a sudden surge of power, Seraphin unleashed her own aura, a radiant force that pulsed with pure energy. It was a formidable display of power, comparable to the Demon King himself.

I recognized the danger immediately. Seraphin was a formidable opponent, her power growing with every passing moment. If I did not act quickly, she would pose a serious threat to the Demon King's dominion.

With a roar of defiance, I charged towards Seraphin, my warhammer raised high, ready to meet her in battle. The fate of the world hung in the balance, and I would not rest until the Demon King's supremacy was assured.

As I clash with Seraphin, her magical attacks barely fending off my relentless onslaught, I feel a surge of triumph coursing through me. I am the Archduke of Steel, the mightiest warrior in the Demon King's army, and I am invincible.

But then, the tide turns. The other 10 heroes join the fray, their combined might overwhelming even my formidable strength. I am forced to retreat, my pride taking a severe blow.

Just as I am turning to flee, Aric, the leader of the 12 Heroes, strikes me in my Achilles' heel, the only weakness in my otherwise indestructible armor. Pain shoots through my body, and I stumble, falling to my knees.

Despair grips me as I realize that I am doomed. How did they know my weakness? Who is this hero with the ability to read our weaknesses?

This is a grave threat to the Demon King's dominion. I must inform him immediately.

With my remaining strength, I channel my demonic energy into our monster servant link, sending a message to the Demon King. My message is brief and urgent: "The heroes have power to see our weaknesses. Tbe prepared."

As the heroes close in for the kill, I pour the last of my energy into the message, hoping that it will reach the Demon King in time.

Then, I feel their blades pierce my skin, and the darkness consumes me.