Had the wizards taken control of the Lord of Blood?
The thought made the Demon God shudder. After a moment of silence, he gave two dry laughs, as if trying to reassure himself. "It's probably... not true. Impossible. Wizards can't be that insane these days. Besides, those True Gods would never allow someone like that to exist. Right, they'd never allow it!"
After reassuring himself, the Demon God turned his attention to the two fleeing gods, unconsciously pushing the Lord of Blood from his mind.
After all, the Lord of Blood had sacrificed himself to protect them. That was a fact. He was an Evil God. That was also a fact. An Evil God had blown himself up to cover the retreat of two True Gods...
It was too absurd, too terrifying. The Demon God did not dare think about it too deeply.
Why had so many True Gods chosen to sever their own power just to get in here?
What secret was hidden here?
That interested him even more.
Of course, interest was one thing. He would never do something as foolish as sever his own power. He was a Demon God, with a far stronger concept of immortality than an ordinary True God, not to mention a Dimensional World for a headquarters. He would have to be out of his mind to take that risk.
Meanwhile, Isaac had withdrawn the sliver of will attached to the Lord of Blood the moment he ordered him to self-destruct. Now he stood at the entrance to the Wilderness Dungeon, deep in thought.
This operation had failed...
If only it were just a simple failure...
As things stood, completing the trial seemed impossible. Isaac bit his lip. He had developed Dungeon City partly to study Miracle Magic: Apotheosis, but more importantly, he