There is a man with eyes that are buoyed by heat and dancing maniacally.
He was the supreme head of a secret organization that believed in the people of the Demon World.
Finally, he had succeeded in opening the 'Demon Door'.
Whenever the great black whirlpool moved in front of him, deformities, or people of the demon world, would appear.
First, a demon tribe with pale skin, red eyes, and sharp horns sprouting from their foreheads emerged.
Then there was the ogre, a higher species of demon race.
They have a body larger than a troll's, purple skin, and ominous blue eyes.
They didn't pounce on the humans in front of them, and they formed a one-line formation.
''That means we have a leader!
It was the longest wish of the head chef to have an encounter with a higher being leading the people of the demon world.
Although the people of the demon world are superior to human soldiers in terms of their individual abilities, they can be defeated by their numbers and coordination.
In order to stop them, even the people of the demon world need to build an army.
The black vortex creaked loudly and the one who came out was a large man with four black wings and two red horns.
''I am Figaro, the legion leader. Are you the one who made our entrance, human?
He glares at the headmaster with red eyes and speaks a fluent human language.
"Yes, Master Figaro. It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Creek.
Chieftain Creek could not speak until the end.
For Figaro reached for his face and killed him.
'Why did you kill him, Legionnaire?'
Shouldn't we keep him alive as our shimobe?
The men asked Figaro, still speaking in fluent human language, "How can we atone for our crime of waiting for so long with our success?
A single success is not going to atone for all the sins that have kept us waiting.
Figaro replied ruthlessly.
'And isn't that the best our legions can do to come out of it? This is not the extent of our true success.
"As you wish.
As his men cowered, Figaro gave the order.
"You are to snatch the humans from the vicinity. "You are to kidnap the humans from close quarters and enlarge the magical portal. At this rate, not even the general can get through.
Ha!
His men scattered at once, leaving only Figaro and a hundred or so warriors under his command.
'If we can get our generals and marshals in here, we can send these abominable earthly creatures to hell.