Dies Martin's "As if you were worthy" struck straight at the three Abyss Lords' meager pride.
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In the Abyss, strength was everything.
And questioning a lord's strength was more insulting than devouring its flesh.
"You... are... dead..."
The first to lose control was Rotten Maw · Glato, that mass of pure appetite.
Its grip on reason had always been tenuous, and Dies Martin's arrogance shattered it completely.
Its enormous maw, lined with sharp teeth, opened to its limit. A dark-green torrent of putrid poison built up over countless ages blasted toward Dies Martin like a high-pressure cannon!
Where the torrent passed, even space itself hissed as it corroded. Any low-ranking demon on the ground touched by so much as a drop instantly dissolved into a puddle of pus, without even time to scream.
"Perfect... My collection still lacks the bones... of a God of Lies..."
Bone Lord Kalash's voice followed close behind.
Its massive skeletal claw plunged into the ground!
Rumble!
The fleshy ground beneath Dies Martin's feet hardened and split apart. Countless bone-white spears burst up from every direction, sealing off every escape route and forming a deadly cage of bone around him!
The two Abyss Lords struck together. Their attacks worked in perfect tandem: one assaulted him while the other controlled the field. They meant to kill this arrogant intruder on the spot!
Only Shadow Mother Lilith did not move.
Her eight spider legs bent slightly as she drew half a step back into deeper shadow. Her cold compound eyes stayed fixed on the center of the battlefield. Like a patient hunter, she waited for the perfect moment to strike.
Faced with an ambush that would have thrown an ordinary Lower God into disarray, Dies Martin did not even blink.
He raised no Divine Might