Devils are capable of sexual reproduction.
Under normal circumstances:
High level devils are only able to give birth to high level devils. As for low level devils, if they are fed a large amount of energy during their pregnancy and also possess an original sin, the resultant egg might turn into a high level devil egg with a primal high level devil inside it.
If the fetus is fed more energy while they are in their eggshells, this energy will be stored. Once this energy reaches a certain threshold, the fetus will have a chance of evolving. However, this evolution only allows them to reach a maximum of four-star. If the energy stored is too much for the fetus to bear, it will automatically purge the excess energy. If its unable to do so, the fetus will most likely die.
With regards to the above points,
Strictly speaking, high level devils are devils who possess a surna. For example, infant illusion demons, infant devils, infant fla demons and other five-star devils are considered high level devils. However, not all high level devils are at or above the level of five-star. So high level devils are only in the primal stage and thus are below the level of five-star.
The primal stage refers to the newborn state of a high level devil with a surna. Devils in this stage have a power level of one-star to four-star. Five-star is the start of the infant stage.
(Simply put, if a devil has been fed enough energy and also possess an original sin, theres a high chance that the inborn grade of the devil egg will be increased. Once that egg has been delivered, feeding it energy will rely increases its level and not the grade.)
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Casting a fireball requires five seconds of channeling and allows for more mana to be added to the spell even after these five seconds.
This was exactly what I did as my subordinates began charging into the ratn. The flas in my hand roared as the mana gradually flowed out of my hands and into the swirling ball of flas in hands. With every bit of mana I put in, the flas got that much bigger and hotter.
By the ti the shieldbearers made contact with the ratn, the crackling of the flas had gotten to the point where it drowned out the sounds of battle and the heat itself warped my field of vision.
This 1 ter wide miniature sun floated ominously in my hand as I looked down at my prey. Despite the scorching heat of the giant fireball, its flas didnt hurt one bit as the fiery wisps playfully licked at my skin.
With a light push of my right palm, I willed it towards the densest portion of the Abaddon Rodents army.
*BOOM!*
As the giant fireball collided with a ratman, it engulfed the poor rodent, reducing him to cinders in a split second before exploding in a violent conflagration of excessive energy. Any ratman near the epicenter was seriously burned with so of them losing a limb or two to the residual flas from the explosion.
This deadly display of fireworks cost an astonishing 15 units and while it was worth every unit of mana I spent, this spell wasnt sothing I could use regularly.
Having recently summoned Vick, casting this fireball so soon after, left my mana pool severely drained.
Vick, go help them.
In the midst of an ongoing battle, No.3 and Big 4 would usually stay by my side. As such, the only other noteworthy subordinate left was the two-star wraith, Vick.
However, I soon regretted this decision as his stupidity ca back to annoy once more. The numbskull passed through my back with a whoosh and floated dumbly in front of , looking at with a pair innocent fish-eyes. Judging from his reaction, he probably didnt understand a thing after the word Vick.
Screw you, dont try to act cute with that ugly mug of yours. I told you to fight! Get it? FIGHT. Do you know how to fight?! I pointed a trembling finger at the ongoing battle and shouted : Go help them!
This ti, he seed to have gotten the ssage from my angry howling. He turned towards the direction I pointed in and paused for a second before eerily floating down to enter the battlefield.
However, that little annoyance rely entered the battlefield and didnt actually attack anyone. Instead, he floated around the battlefield, teasing and pranking the participants like a mischievous little dog who loved to stir up trouble.
Because this wasnt the first ti they saw Vick, my subordinates knew to ignore the little numbskull as he flitted about the field.
On the other hand, the ratn had no experience with Vick and his harmless pranks. After a round of his annoying antics, a ratman finally snapped. He lunged at the wispy annoyance and viciously bit down.
His body lurched forward as the expected resistance of flesh never ca, his mouth passing harmlessly through Vick, bringing his body along with it as his teeth clamped down upon each other. This unexpected developnt left the ratn stunned in shock. He finally understood what sort of existence he was dealing with.
Having been attacked for no rhy or reason, the irate Vick decided to exact his vengeance upon the unsuspecting rat.
While Vick was a peaceful person most of the ti, this didnt an that he wont get angry. Just the opposite, people like him tend to be extraordinarily wrathful when angered.
Vick floated to the back of that ratn the very next mont and with a ruthless rake of his hands, dug out a chunk of bloody rat at.
*Chit!*
The rodent scread in pain as he imdiately swiped back at the wraith. But no matter how he clawed or bit, they would pass through the now incorporeal Vick.
As the micro-battle continued between the two, the rodent managed to score a couple of hits on Vick but given his strength, the hits were harmlessly soaked up by the wraith as if he was attacking a body of water instead. After that last attack, Vicks anger had mostly cald down.
Chit chit chit chit His maddened chittering filled the air as his futile attacks began to drive him to the brink of ntal collapse.
All this while, Vick rely stood by passively allowing the rodent to attack him as he wished while he watched with a taunting look on his face. From ti to ti, he would float around and taunt the rat even further.
This ga of ghost and mouse continued for another 10 more seconds before a change finally happened in the battlefield.
Up till now, the devils well-practised tactics and equipnt had aided their happenstance allies, the hellhounds, greatly. In a re minute, the Mo sabre wielders had slaughtered over 10 Abaddon rodents.
All this was accomplished behind the stalwart safety of the heavy bone shields wielded by the shieldbearers. With a strength that was unmatched by any other large imp in my army, these shieldbearers ford an impregnable shield against the oncoming ratn army.
Against this brutish display of strength, the naturally weaker rodents were steadily pushed back by the advancing shield wall and the deadly thrusts of our sabres. They tried multiple tis to break through our defensive line only to be repelled by the long ranged sabres.
So of the rodents had the clever idea of trying to flank the shieldbearers but unfortunately for them, all that awaited them at our flanks were the equally deadly guardsn.
These guardsn were the elites of my army who had undergone careful grooming by . If in the near future Im able to create a sufficient amount of equipnt for my army, I would definitely promote these elites to the position of my personal guard where they would enjoy the highest standards of treatnt.
With their sword and shield in hand, they fulfilled an all purpose role within this battle. Whether it was on the offense or defense, their formidable combat strength would never disappoint .
As the rodents charged at them, the guardsn would et their charge head on with a quick bash of their shields swiftly followed up by a fatal stab at their now exposed bodies.
With their impressive numbers and tactics, the timid rodents stood no chance against them. Within the short span of two to three minutes, there were already 50 over rodents lying dead on the battlefield.
It was at this mont that the rodent who was being constantly harassed by Vick, gave out an ear-piercing squeal of pain that shattered the already low morale of the rats.
This single squeal opened the floodgates for the collapse of the ratn army; no matter who it was, devil or ratn, facing the unknown was always a terrifying prospect.
With such a perfect opportunity laid out before him, One-eye imdiately rallied the devils into a thunderous charge. FOR THE MASTER!
With this, the curtains drew to a close on this battle between the hellhounds and the Abbadon rodents.
The combined might of our devils, Vick and the hellhounds and had shattered their army. Their backlines began to flee without any regard for their comrades currently engaged in battle. The ratn on the frontlines noticed this as well and began to beat a hysterical retreat.
*CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT!*
All this while, the maddened squeals of a certain rodent continued to echo in the air, striking terror into the hearts of the rodents. Their battle formation soon crumbled as the fleeing rodents not only left a hole in the formation but also disrupted any rodent who still tried to resist.
I had to admit, this numbskull did a good job today. The fact that we were able to defeat the ratn so easily was in large part due to the psychological damage he had inflicted.
Dont let them get away! Kill them!
Nine-finger roared for the army to continue their pursuit. As he did so, his spiked mace would smash any rodent that failed to run away in ti. One-eye joined in the chase as well but gave up soon after. The retreating rodents were simply too quick for them.
Even so, the number of rats that managed to escape were less than 150.
*Awoo~~~*
With the Abaddon rodents gone, the remaining hellhounds began to gather together in a circle, growling at us as they did so.
While I didnt understand their language, I was still able to deduce the aning from their tone. They warned us against trying any tricks and also inquired about our intentions.
The hellhounds had long since been aware of our appearance and while we were both creatures of Purgatory, the hellhounds didnt feel a shred of kinship with the devils.
If it wasnt for the Abaddon rodents separating us from them, they mightve attacked us right from the start. After all, our relation could at best be described as neighbors. Without a strong leader controlling them, the devils and hellhounds would probably hunt each other down on sight.
However, this didnt an that they were blind to our previous display of aid. Due to our previous assistance, the hellhounds rely adopted a cautious stance instead of attacking us.
Of course, it could just be that we were too strong for them.
HEY! (), we just saved your asses and this is how you repay us?
As expected of the ntally handicapped Nine-finger, each word he utters is enough to start a war
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