The person had a face as exquisite as a sculpture and ears long, slender, and delicate as wings.

Combining the wheat-colored skin and the light gray runes tattooed on it, Luo Yan didn't need to think twice to guess his identity as a Dark Night Elf.

Based on the information provided by the Land of Nightmare, this person was likely the overlord of the fourth layer of the labyrinth.

Logically speaking, he should have scolded him for arriving too late.

But Luo Yan was a Demon King with high emotional intelligence, who naturally wouldn't fuss over such trivial matters, and went straight to the point, saying,

"How many people do you have?"

Terrell nodded and reported.

"Learning that you and your subordinates were in crisis, our tribe has mobilized en masse. More than a thousand warriors are here at your disposal!"

The reproduction rate of Dark Night Elves was not as high as that of Little Demons, so a tribe having around a thousand people was quite common, and Luo Yan didn't suspect that this guy would try to deceive him about such a matter.

Of course, they had indeed played a trick by choosing to appear as saviors after he and the Chaos army had both suffered heavy losses, rather than joining forces with him from the start.

Still, the fact that they came was good enough.

After quietly stealing some magic power from Alakdo using Soul Drain, Luo Yan looked at Terrell, whose face showed no emotion, and nodded solemnly, boosting his spirit and saying,

"Excellent! Your timing is perfect! Lead your tribesmen and obliterate them! Let them know how foolish it is to trespass our territory!"

"As you command, Lord Demon King."

Terrell gave a slight nod, then raised his head and continued to ask,

"What about the humans?"

Luo Yan slightly lifted his chin.

"Those people are our allies."

Terrell spoke in a very soft voice,

"I mean... after the war."

Those dark eyes carried a profound meaning, making it hard to tell in which direction they were probing.

But Luo Yan didn't bother to guess this guy's intentions.

It was always the monsters who tried to speculate the Demon King's thoughts; never would the Demon King try to guess his subordinate's reasoning.

"Of course, we will send them out of the labyrinth. I uphold what I have said, whether it is a promise to demons or to humans."

Listening to that undeniable voice, Terrell said nothing but respectfully nodded.

"Yes."

Perhaps due to the darker skin tone, the face hidden in the mist showed no emotion, leaving one to guess whether this loyal vassal was satisfied with the answer.

Nevertheless, Luo Yan could vaguely sense that he appreciated the response... at least, he wasn't displeased with the decision.

It seemed that not only the Little Demons from the second layer but also the Dark Night Elves from the fourth layer had grown tired of fighting against humans on the surface and needed time to recuperate and reproduce.

And this was exactly what Luo Yan wanted.

Seeing that Terrell had no more matters to report, he cleared his throat softly and continued in an authoritative tone,

"Go and join your tribesmen; that is where you should be. I can handle things here alone."

Terrell: "As you command, and... please allow me, from a personal standpoint, to make a modest request, Lord Demon King."

Luo Yan: "Speak."

"Forgive my audacity."

Terrell stood up respectfully, gazing at the chaotic battlefield, and after pondering for a moment, continued,

"My two daughters have been captivated by your valiant performance in battle. They have implored me to let them stay here and fight alongside you... please fulfill the hunters' wish by allowing them to learn about battle techniques by your side."

As his words fell, two figures cloaked in capes appeared behind him.

One held a slender two-handed staff, her statuesque figure making the light green cape bulge.

The other carried a longbow and had an Obsidian Magic Ball hanging from her waist. She was petite, comparable in size to Sarah, and wore an oversized cape, seemingly a hand-me-down from her sister.

"Helen."

"Sherry!"

Luo Yan considered Terrell's humble request and eventually did not refuse.

His situation was indeed not very promising.

Having continuously cast "Group of the Dead Awakening" had drastically drained his spirit, and he had reached his limit whether it was consuming potions or casting spells.

Clearly, the other party had noticed this and thus tactfully suggested letting his daughters stay as his guards.

As for learning about battle techniques, it was merely a face-saving measure.

In a way, his proactive approach could also be seen as an acknowledgment of his rule over the labyrinth— the Dark Night Elves were apparently satisfied with the current Demon King and hoped that Hell would not send a new one.

"Then let them stay here."

"Thank you, Lord Demon King!" Sherry's eyes sparkled, eager to start as she punched the air in front of her with a "bang" and exclaimed, "With Sherry here, not even a fly will get to you!"

Compared to her lively sister, the elder one was much more reserved, merely nodding slightly like her father, then stepped forward with a solemn expression,

"Helen awaits your orders!"

"It's all yours here, take good care of our king."

Having ensured the safety of the Demon King, Terrell bowed and disappeared into the shadows of the trees, joining up with the members of the Gray Wind Tribe.

Watching her father's figure vanish beneath the trees, Sherry was too eager to turn to Luo Yan, with evident enthusiasm, she said,

"Lord Demon King, please let me know your commands!"

The soul levels of the sisters were silver and high-grade steel, their strength was harder to judge, though it likely had significant potential for growth.

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