"Cowardly bastard! Don't ru—AAARRGG!!"
The screams of agony and the sound of bodies being torn apart behind him did nothing to divert Leon's focus.
If anything, he quickened his pace, running with every ounce of strength without looking back. He knew the rookies wouldn't last long. Their bodies would become a mere snack for the horde of two hundred demons.
From the sheer ferocity and chaos of the horde, Leon deduced that there were no Level 3 Core Demons among them. If there had been, they would have already realized they were being lured into a trap. But whether such a leader existed or not wasn't something Leon dwelled on—and likely, neither did the captain.
Failing to drive the target to the ambush site was a common occurrence. When that happened, the blame would simply shift to another squad, inevitably leading to their destruction.
But who cared?
