
"Great, you guys help evacuate the audience. The alumni follow me to help Ravel" said Kak Remon acting quickly to give instructions to others.
They also helped evacuate all the spectators, while the alumni descended to the arena to face the other 3 demon races. Arriving below, the person carrying the stolen artifact faces the alumni alone.
"Well, just a bunch of insects want to interfere" said the demon swinging the stolen sword artifact.
Instantly the directional path of the sword swung, cracking the ground with ease. Brother Remon and the others instantly realized that his opponent was not an ordinary demon race.
"What is this power? We will not be able to deal with it if 3 people at once" said Kak Remon to the alumni.
"Then, I can also do it know" said Ares swinging his sword and the same thing happened.
"What is that weapon? Though I did not feel the power of the artifact inside." said the demon holding the sword artifact.
"The "artifact? Who said it was an artifact? Such a lowly artifact would not be able to match my sword as long as you know!" he said he lunged at the demon and clashed with it.
"Good, we're going to fight the other two" Remon said, preparing with the other alumni to fight the rest.
Meanwhile, Ravel is still facing off against Luke inside the arena. Mort walked leisurely towards Ravel from the end of the arena while watching Ravel from a distance.
"You're not afraid at all? It's also your guts." said Luke raising his great sword so easily.
"Where might I be afraid of you, shouldn't you be the one who should be afraid of me?" he said while aiming at Luke with his rifle.
"Hahaha, we will fight to the death. Don't let me down, boy!" he said then immediately attacked Ravel quickly straight forward.
"Death, Bang!" ravel pressed the trigger and hit Luke's head and died instantly.
"Hows it? Do you still have mana?" mort asked as Ravel walked up to him with a rifle that Mort thought was a magic weapon.
"Where am I? This weapon does not use mana." he replied and walked towards the other demons.
"Not using where? How could it possibly kill a demon with a single strike?" ask Mort who doesn't think there's anything he doesn't know in the world.
"Well, in my old world there was no magic. So we fought using weapons like this. There are different types, but this is my darling." Ravel replied as she mounted a silencer on the front of her rifle.
"Your world, I really don't understand where they can make such terrible weapons" Mort shook his head.
"Now you know, right? How great is that man?" ravel turned to Mort to boast.
"I know! Don't start bragging about yourself just because of this. The first person to create it wasn't you?" said Mort a little annoyed with Ravel.
"But in this world I am the creator." his champion wants to be praised by Mort.
"Yes, you're great. Great weapon creator." said Mort with a face getting annoyed at Ravel's joke.
Then they headed to the others at the exit of the arena. Ravel stopped at a distance far enough to aim at the demon.
"Why stop here?" ask Mort who saw Ravel stung on the ground and aimed his rifle.
"Just look at this, I'll show you the true capabilities of this weapon" Ravel said aiming at the demon who was fighting fiercely with Ares.
He was aiming directly at the man, and if he managed to hit it already made sure that the man would die horribly hit by Barett M82A1 rifle bullets that could even penetrate the iron walls and tanks.