That emotionless Rule Proclamation seared itself into the souls of the three Abyss Lords like the coldest Law Imprint.
Eradication.
Just one word, yet it held an absolute power they could neither comprehend nor resist.
Bone Lord Kalash's enormous body went rigid. The blue soul fire thrashing in his eye sockets nearly went out on the spot!
Rotten Maw · Glato's writhing Flesh Mountain stopped dripping saliva for the first time. His huge single eye filled with fear so profound it overwhelmed even his appetite.
Shadow Mother Lilith fared worse. She tumbled straight out of the shadows, all eight of her vicious, black-carapaced spider legs trembling uncontrollably!
A scam!
This was a scam from start to finish!
That bastard Dies Martin! What had he told them? That the world's god had invited them to a buffet? That they would face nothing but weak mortals?
You call this a fucking buffet?
The restaurant owner had come out in person, pointed at the menu, and said, "You can look and smell, but you can't eat. Touch anything and I'll chop your hands off!"
They were being played for fools!
The fury in the three lords' hearts could have set the entire Abyss ablaze. But they dared not let it show.
That supreme will still hung over the land like a sword poised above their heads, ready to fall at any moment.
"..."
"..."
A moment ago, the two sides had been on the brink of an earth-shattering battle between gods. Now an eerie silence swallowed the battlefield.
Dragon Soaring World stood there with his blade over his shoulder, utterly dumbfounded.
"What the hell? We're not fighting?" He stared blankly at the three enormous figures overhead, who had gone from world-ending demon kings to well-behaved children in an instant. His brain could barely