Rex looked at the assembled undead army.
Three hundred and eleven constructs stood in the open ground north of Aethelgard's walls in the early hours of the morning, and every single one of them was oriented toward him.
Demon King Kael Vrael stood at the back, his presence distinct from the others, not only in size but also in the quality of undead awareness that powerful constructs retained; this awareness included a remnant of command-level consciousness, which made him more than just a tool or an enemy.
"Let's just hope I didn't destroy all of Aethelgard, as there are some women I wanted to taste. However, as long as the useless reincarnator and apostle are dead, that's good enough."
Rex looked at all of them for a long time.
"Listen up, undead minions!" Rex shouted. "Today is the day where we ARE going to cause some destruction everywhere by killing and destroying!"
