Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow at Dies Martin's complaints. His meaning was clear.
You're the Lord of Lies. Even without that incident, did you ever have any credibility in the Abyss?
Dies Martin read Qin Chuan's expression and pretended he hadn't. He spread his hands. "The Plague Sovereign and the Fear Demon God went in and never came back. The Abyss Will went berserk on the spot. Now every layer from the first to the thirty-sixth has put out a warrant for me!"
Dies Martin made an exaggerated throat-slitting gesture.
"There's a banner hanging over the entrance to the first layer. It says, 'Guard against fire, thieves, and the Lord of Lies!' A few of my followers in the Abyss coughed twice the day before yesterday, and some paranoid Flame Demons hacked them into mincemeat right there. They said my followers were sending me their location!"
Dies Martin looked aggrieved and furious.
"And what do those old Demon Gods call me now? The Abyss's number-one traitor! An enemy guide! If I so much as stick a toe into the Abyssal Passage, those Demon Gods will swarm me and tear me apart. They won't believe a single word I say!"
Qin Chuan listened to Dies Martin's lament without a trace of sympathy.
"Your credibility's gone?" Qin Chuan said evenly. "Then there's no need to trick them out. Lead the way. We'll fight our way in."
The muscles in Dies Martin's face twitched hard.
Fight our way in?
That was like walking up to a heavily guarded arms depot, pointing at the hundreds of guards inside with machine guns, and saying you were there to stock up.
"Shadow, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the Abyss?" Dies Martin waved his hands frantically. "It's not some crumbling Extreme Ice God Realm