The Strongest Player is a Demon Lord

Forcing Out Information

It only took five more minutes for the battlefield to be completely cleared. Merlin led the charge, taking out more than half of the kobolds that remained. All because he focuses on attacking the monsters at their critical spots. Making it that much easier for him to take their lives.

The camp is now left with nothing but the corpses of the kobolds. Dismembered arms and legs, intestines, gouged eyes – these are only some of the byproducts of the fight. Although repulsive, these things will disappear in a couple of minutes. Disintegrating into mana particles just as how any dead monster does within the game.

Gerald paid little heed to this. His eyes are fixated on one thing and one thing only, the man who saved them. A creature capable of singlehandedly dealing with a kobold camp.

Instead of admiration, there is an itch that grew from this idea. That there is someone capable of this. More so, that this same person ordered him as soon as they met. Telling him what to do as if he’s noth