The six Dukes stood speechless. They couldn't help but label this man a madman. It wasn't that he was merciful, but rather that he had chosen to spare half of the Empire simply because of Azazel and his daughter.
"Regardless, I won't allow you to do that, Azaron."
Azazel stated, his eyes remaining fixed on Azaron's face. There was no smile on his face at this moment, after all, he had counted millions of bodies the moment he appeared.
While he might not be a Noble, he was a Commoner and cared about the Empire. How could he simply stand back and watch his best friend wipe it out? At this moment, he wasn't going to fight for the love of the game, but for a cause.
"Stand back!"
Azazel stated, as he could tell that Azaron was already ready to fight the moment he, Azazel, appeared.
