Battle

The scouts saw the upcoming army and the villagers saw them up in the hills. The wind was whooshing as they saw them. Having the weather in a chilly and shady atmosphere.

The flags fluttered as the demons carried them. Making them seen as having protruding poles in their vast formations.

The drums beat again as they started to march. Other demons were in the skies and they flocked toward them. The General was on the skies, armored with golden full-plated armor. Watching the vast village that he could liberate.

He was thinking of making them punished for their insolence and they should not return to them as slaves once more. Their deaths would pay the price of angering them.

"Kill them!" the general shouted.

They soon attacked from the air and the land. Both forces were in a thousand. Thinking of their numbers, it would be a tough fight.

Ainz then saw them and the cultivators were only numbered 300 plus. It would be a total disadvantage if they would only rely on their numbers.

But