A wetland ten kilomels north of Ket Nya.
In the wetland stood the fish-headed Lieutenant General of the Evil Army, Forneus. Kneeling before him were Aldebaran, two other executives, and the rest of the modified demon race.
"It is about time to begin, yes it iiiiis! You all are my greatest masterpieces! Struggling against a mere local deity shall never be permitted, no it shall nooooot!"
Shouting in a singsong voice, he tapped Aldebaran on the shoulder with the cane gripped in his right hand.
"We shall unfailingly live up to our God's expectations, yes we shaaall!"
Without even raising his head, Aldebaran shouted his reply, his voice thick with ecstatic madness.
"In the place you are about to attack, there is a local deity and a prize catch, yes there iiiiis! Yes, come now, applause!"
Aldebaran and his subordinates clapped their hands—clap, clap, clap.
Bobbing slowly up and down, Forneus paced around them.
"This is a game, yes it iiiiis! What is the most important thing, yes what iiiiis it?"
Cupping his right hand to his ear, Forneus asked, and—
"Inflicting a plentiful amount of despair, yes it iiiis!"
"Despair without a shred of mercy!"
Aldebaran's immediate cry was echoed in chorus by his subordinates.
"Yes, yes, precisely so, yes it iiiiis!
Urokoonu, Fuguo, step forwaaaard!"
Suddenly, a man and a woman in military uniforms with fish heads materialized and saluted Forneus.
"Your mission is to supervise these modified demons and ensure they run their errand properly, yes it is! A grave responsibility, yes it is! If they cannot do it well, you shall administer a proper punishment and clean up the mess, yes you shaaall!"
Gyoi!
With a bow, the two figures vanished into thin air.
"Now theeeen—in hedonism, in pleasure, in joy, in debauchery, you shall exhaust evil to the absolute limit, yes you shaaaaall!!!"
Raising the cane in his right hand high, Forneus let out a screeching cry, then abruptly broke into a rap with a raspy voice.
The next moment, Aldebaran and his subordinates sprang to their feet like clockwork. Dancing a bizarre, molluscan jig, they joined in unison to rap along with Forneus.
And then—Aldebaran and his subordinates took off running, chanting their song as they went.
Mad from head to toe, the Demon King Army was now on the march.