In the void below its astral scale, a tiny shadow stood there.

That was the commander of the Sixth Army of the Burning Legion, the dark demon Thasgraal, one of the demon leaders whom Thagral admired the most.

"The burning road doesn't end, it's just a part of it."

Thesgraal looked up at the true master of the Burning Legion.

Of course it knows what the Master means:

The failure to defeat the Emerald Elder Vanguard is nothing.

The ruler will not care about these trivial successes or failures.

In fact, even the destruction of the entire Burning Legion is not such disruptive news.

The ruler's doubt lies in its questioning of the legion's path.

Hatred and anger are certainly good fuel.

But it should not be mixed into the path of burning, as that would make the sacred burning no longer pure.

As far as the ruler is concerned, what is the difference between that and the ordinary things that it deeply despises.

Their paths can be evil, but they cannot fall into dust.

In this way, the burning will can spread forever.

It's not just strength that can make you the master of the Burning Legion...

"No, my mouthpiece - you learned cunning from the shadow demon, and you learned hatred from the demon."

"Those maggot-like mortal things make you aware of those humble skills."

"Thus, pride is born in you, and you can resist death."

"You knew the path we were going on, but you didn't choose it..."

"Go ahead, destroy it, and destroy it with the world."

"Since you have chosen another path, practice it with burning..." However, the reverberating will of Thagural made Thesgraal's dark soul tremble.

"As you wish..."
Chapter completed!