No, this can't even be called a battle.

It's a massacre.

But those knights without helmets, clearly human in appearance, cheerily ride and slash through, occasionally blowing sharp whistles. The cavalry formation changes swiftly, leaving the counterattacking demons struggling to catch their tails. Their coordination is seamless, even allowing them to counter these counterattacking demons in waves.

After scattering the demon formations, they instantly split up, bypassing the river valley banks. Only from a high vantage can one see how they interweave their formations, with knights pressed tightly to their horses' backs, kicking the horses' bellies. They circle along the scoured delta, suddenly charging from behind and stabbing the demons in the buttocks while the demons are still lunging at their dust.

The battlefield, through constant cavalry interweaving - scattering - interweaving tactics, finds itself divided.

After rounds of charges, the Demon Army finds itself disorganized by hundreds of cavalry, a chaotic battlefield environment causing higher-level demons to lose awareness. They must step out of their camps, armor up, and prepare to use personal might and authority to end this farce.

Higher-level Great Demons reveal their true forms, their hair and beards bristle, insect-like sheath wings sharp as blades, each tall and muscular, wrapped in thick black magic aura.

"Stop! Halt! You lowly worms, continue this chaos and I will seek Lord Perjalai's permission to cast you into the depths of Hell, never to escape!"

Just as five or six Great Demons rush out, relying on soul enslavement and intimidation, they stabilize the chaotic Demon Army, reorganize formations, and prepare to encircle these bothersome flies.

This reorganization was significant. After rallying their forces, the Great Demons take a quick count and feel a chill: in only a few charges, they've lost thirty percent of their manpower. The damaged equipment and resources can't even be calculated in a short while.

"Who on earth is it?!"

Roared the demon commander:

"You gluttonous pests of the Outer Realm, how could you let humans weave through your camp?! What are you waiting for? Drag them out—"

"Fools, you truly are extremely dull. Have you not realized what kind of power they wield?"

A pale-skinned humanoid high-level demon slowly walks out of the tent, glancing at the dust-filled battlefield, squinting, and casually says in English:

"I am Outer Realm Senator, Baron Palid Asterres. Anyone capable of wielding such martial force on Earth is by no means ordinary."

Asterres spreads his hands:

"I'll say it plainly, beings like you and me have no need to quarrel over mortals whose lifespans are as short as candle flames. Why not stop the attack, and my troops will avoid your territory, we'll each take a step back, wouldn't that be a win-win?"

The subordinate demons look at each other, totally confused as to what's causing this scene. After much hesitation, one Great Demon dares to ask:

"Senator, who are you talking to?"

Asterres doesn't bother looking at this idiot, casually answering:

"Idiot, I'm negotiating with your father."

"You—what is this madness!"

The Great Demon feels deeply humiliated, ready to argue, when suddenly the raging storm ceases.

Taking advantage of this breather, the repeatedly interwoven demon foot soldiers climb up, forming ranks, deploying heavy firepower and war vehicles, but instead of relaxing, Senator Asterres' expression grows increasingly grim.

Crash, crash, crash...

The blood-stained Colorado River underfoot, a knight clad in armor appears on the horizon, the scarlet setting sun almost completely engulfing his figure, leaving only a pitch-black silhouette.

He rests a hand on the sword at his waist, strolling leisurely like The Poet in a field, before all demons, he calmly walks to the front lines. Asterres looks up, the mountains on both sides of the valley now filled with knights, high above, their numbers few, but they command the presence of a vast army. Dense dark clouds loom over each demon's head, an indescribable pressure intensifies with the knight's approach.

"Who might you be? Please state your name." Asterres shouted.

Yet the knight ignored him.

"Your subordinates are trained meticulously. Surely your strength far exceeds that of mortals. There's no need for conflict between us."

He simply raises his hand to grip the sword hilt, ignition-blue flames flickering in slatted windows.

"Mister—"

Realizing trouble, Asterres's self-assuredness is pierced by a sharp force, his rationality shattered by instinctual warning. He instinctively turns to leave, pushing past others, ready to flee.

At this moment, the knight who faces the ten thousand demon army alone suddenly speaks.

"Sharpen Teeth and Claws." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The gaps between atoms are sliced open, roaring strength reaching its zenith, scorching invisible rays puncture the countless demon bodies, their cells hit by high-energy rays lose all regenerative and duplicating ability. The scorching sword blade burns red-hot, even the river beneath the knight's feet begins to boil.

Saying that, he draws the sharp sword, lightly cuts the back of his left hand.