Yuma utilizes magic to form a thick cocoon around his body and prepares a certain kind of magic while concealing himself within it.

There is a magic that forcibly enhances one's own strength in this world; the characteristics of such magic can basically be summarized in one sentence: "Being awesome for a moment, crematorium afterward."

When Yuma uses this kind of magic with obvious side effects, he is prepared for his body to become riddled with wounds shortly after.

If it were in normal circumstances, Yuma would not be so desperate. This can be seen from his experience of being tamed and raised by orcs despite being a demon.

However, in Yuma's consciousness, humans and orcs are completely different overall.

Yuma believes that orcs are the strong ones, and their leader, the White Bear of the Wangu Kingdom, is a powerful existence that can dominate the entire continent.

What are humans?

They are ranked at the bottom among the six major races, especially the Dibiles, who, despite their "empire" title, have actual national power that is pitifully weak.

In other words:

Yuma's self-esteem allows him to lose to strong opponents like orcs but cannot accept the reality of losing to weak opponents (humans); especially when the person who defeated him is just a "little emperor" of a small country, it makes him go insane with rage.

Even demons, like humans, are no different when it comes to becoming easily impulsive after going insane; when rationality in the mind is overwhelmed by anger, Yuma naturally disregards any consequences and decides to directly confront Isabella in the coming battle.

However, before going all-out, he still needs some time to prepare.

Yuma must wait for the moment when he officially emerges from the cocoon before he can seek revenge without any hesitation.

The waiting time will not be too short, but Isabella still gives him a chance; not for any other reason, but because the girl does not have so much time to specifically focus on ants like him.

"When the big ants don't know what they're doing, I'll take some time to specifically deal with the little ants!"

The thunder element rises from under her feet, and the Empress standing above the city wall leaps down without giving her subordinates a chance to stop her.

Swoosh!

At the moment she lands, it is better to think of it not as Isabella placing her feet on the ground but as this:

The thunder element covering the soles of her boots serves to dissipate the force of her jump;

This allows the person herself to jump from a high place with a normal flesh and blood body without any impact.

Choosing a landing spot is a technical skill.

Now, the subsequent orc army is gathering under a side of the fortress wall, wielding their weapons and roaring; and the location Isabella has chosen to land happens to be in the center of their formation.

Tens of thousands of individuals can be considered a force, but even one person can also be regarded as a force;

In an instant, the dark crowds of the army rush over;

Standing alone against all opponents, Yuma, with a majestic stride, meets their advance on the path of a sovereign.

The two forces, like intertwining flames, fiercely collide upon the vast terrain;

At the moment of the resounding explosion, the battlefield seems to explode with thousands of "sparks," quickly setting the surrounding area "ablaze";

The boundless and spreading battle intent dominates the battlefield at this moment, and the only silhouette that has the qualification to give judgment in this place is that graceful figure.

"Either leave or die!"

The brilliant flag was held tightly in the palm of the hand, and in a high moment, it traced a semicircle in the air, moving gracefully like a dance.

Clang clang clang clang clang.

People moved with the flag, walking as if mourning a death.

The dance, symbolizing death itself, continued, causing the surrounding fierce figures to fall and fly, their broken armor scattered like debris.

In the midst of the swirling flag, countless malicious attacks came from all directions, surrounding the lone figure.

One after another, spears stood upright, then neatly split apart. They added a touch of desolation, like autumn rice suddenly increasing in abundance.

What is quantity? It is a description that pales in comparison to absolute power.

Because the orcs had a terrifying number of soldiers, their army stretched from one end to the other, making them appear weak and powerless at this moment.

The mighty orc generals launched a fierce attack, with one on either side of Isabella, crossing their spears and attacking.

The flag was unfurled and waved in the air with a flick of the hand.

Immediately, amidst the clanging of metal, the two opposing long spears were deflected together.

The spear tips were deflected to the left and right, and the sharpness that broke through their blockade continued forward.

With a slight force from her slender arm, the pierced body was thrown to the side, followed by the weapon being swung out, leaving a sharp streak in the air.

The locked-on target felt their mind go blank, and then suddenly saw a cold light flash before their eyes, turning everything into a pitch-black abyss.

The towering figure, like a high wall, suddenly fell backward with a dull sound, crashing down from the battlefield.

The other orc general was impaled in mid-air and fell due to gravity, landing heavily on the long spears raised by his companions.

Thunk!

The sharp tip pierced his back and the spear point pierced his chest several feet deep.

Apart from the high-ranking officials who couldn't join the battle, these two orc generals had the highest prestige in the army.

However, this lofty prestige became even more tragic at the moment of death.

Their formidable strength, in the moment of their own deaths, became nothing more than a joke passed down to future generations.

The deceased are gone, and the battlefield belongs to the living.

The power to dominate the living can only be held in the hands of the strongest person.

"Those who want to fight, come forward!"

If it were daytime, the thunderous sound that swept through the tens of thousands of troops would be enough to disperse the clouds in the sky.

Bred for war, died in battle, the orc warriors fought on, charging recklessly.

A warrior who fears death will never survive, but one who is fearless may not necessarily survive until the end.

The stirring thunder formed at the end of the flag, and in the trembling of Isabella's right arm, it suddenly stabbed downward to the ground.

In an instant of explosion, lightning spread rapidly with fierce winds, filling a wide corner of the battlefield.

Wave after wave of tangible shocks hit the surface of the orc soldiers' armor.

That unstoppable and unavoidable terror immediately caused countless orcs to fall to the ground and never rise again.

Who are the ones we are fighting?

Many creatures never had a chance to figure this out before their souls returned to the heavens.

Countless warhorses galloped on the battlefield, passing by Isabella, but not a single orc was on their backs.

Those cavalrymen were swept away in groups by the lightning before they even had a chance to enter effective killing range.

In the path behind the Emperor, no matter who looked, all they could see were corpses scattered everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, Isabella raised her hand and knocked down the enemy blocking her way, her eyes suddenly bursting with chilling light. She had spotted her target -- the wolf-like orc in command of the army!

At the same moment, that distant target, with his pale green face, turned even paler in extreme shock. Sweat dripped from his forehead, wetting his hair and streaming down his face. His resentful gaze met the defiant eyes of the girl across from him, filled with hatred and fear.

With a sideways glance, Isabella turned her arm and strode directly towards her target. Immediately, several guards who were by the orc's side rushed forward, shouting and thrusting their weapons, attempting to collectively kill her.

The target, accustomed to being targeted by numerous enemies, smiled coldly. The weapon in his hand swiftly traced a crescent arc in the air.

Clang clang clang! The dense sounds of metal echoed as the orcs in their way felt a huge force from their hands. As their grip weakened, their long spears slipped from their hands, their palms cracked and blood flowed, mingling into a pool of crimson.

At the same time, the chilling light struck, harvesting the lives of these guards.

With the obstacles cleared and the path ahead unblocked, the battlefield's female reaper did not hesitate. She strode determinedly towards the wolf-like orc.

Since he was asassigned the responsibility of commanding the entire army, the orc could not retreat. How could he face Lord Wang, the ruler of the country, if he showed weakness? Even though the flag, illuminated by the moonlight, revealed a clear blood-like hue, as if signaling impending danger, the orc could not afford to appear weak.

"Come and fight!" The orc summoned all his courage, grasped the sword in his hand, and prepared for a battle he was not proficient in.

Sharp coldness turned into an unstoppable wave, like lightning striking down, landing directly on the raised blade.

Snap. The orc had just raised his wrist when he suddenly felt something fall.

The glowing shattered object was none other than the broken blade from his sword. When he looked at the weapon in his hand, he realized that it had snapped in the middle, separating the hilt and the blade into two parts.

This was no longer a duel; it was a one-sided punishment.

Realizing there was no hope, the orc closed his eyes in despair, prepared to die like a warrior.

The girl who had the ability to send him out of this world was not the type to hold back on the battlefield. Seeing this scene, she showed no mercy.

Without further ado, Isabella thrust her weapon.

As if it were a routine, at this moment, it was impossible for there to be no unexpected turn of events.

Boom! The black magic, the same color as the night, transformed into a beam of light that swallowed the moonlight, descending from the sky.

Isabella's instinct, alert to danger, kicked in, and her body knew what her priority was in the next moment. With a flash of her figure, she appeared behind her previous position, and at the same moment of her salvation, the orc skillfully dodged the beam of light.