Draiss paused as dozens of vrocks appeared in the middle of a death squad formation, shredding five of the units before the second, third and fifth lines could support the surviving unit, and even as he watched, the disaster repeated dozens, scores, and then hundreds of times around the plane. He swore, and did a quick knowledge check. And the results stunned him, even as they gave him an answer. They were reforming units that had been obliterated in the Blood War exactly 100 years ago, to the millisecond, and they were returning to their home plane, and trying to retake 'their' homes.<br/><br/>It also, however, was clear that while he could blast them all, and then promote all the survivors up to the highest standard demon species, it would leave him without basic troopers, giving him a couple thousand chiefs, but no fodder. However, he had a trump card as a god, and teleported into the throne room, obliterating the dozens of Bebiliths and Vrocks with a word and a gesture, before gathering his power, and then punching the ground, the power exploding as a beacon, probably able to be sensed from dozens of planes away. It was both a declaration and a challenge, and he hoped the forming demons would react as he extrapolated from their usual behavior, of following the most powerful in the hopes of eventually offing them and absorbing their power. It would also give his planar-porting units a chance to alter their formations, forming strong points, like a fortress, that would have to be overrun individually instead of lines like they would use against a standard army. The points also allowed them to concentrate their fire on trouble makes, and also put the 'loyalist' demons in their midst, allowing the death squaders to focus on distant enemies while the demons counter-swarmed the ones appearing inside the point.<br/><br/>The massive divine power pulse done, he checked the spontaneously created soul storage device, and immediately drained it, the device unstable and barely able to contain the power inside it. Dozens of demons that had defended Kamariel and Ash abruptly began blurring, and he was surrounded by two dozen mariliths and a dozen balors, not counting Kammy and Ash, the remnants of the demons that had tried to hold the throne room. He nodded to the newly promoted demons, and then reclined in his throne, his personal weapon and power blazing like a beacon, drawing the spawning demons to him. He would convert or kill them all, no exceptions.