This was a threat he could not deal with.
The instant he saw that figure,
Both of Dimogegen's heads simultaneously reached the same conclusion.
Then, before they could decide on their next move,
Orsaga, who had been some distance away, somehow appeared before him and began examining him with an intrigued gaze.
At this moment, although Orsaga's current Avatar was not as tall as he was,
Being a head shorter than him,
Once Orsaga truly stood before him,
For some inexplicable reason,
Dimogegen, in a state of mind he did not quite understand himself, instinctively bent his waist and legs, lowering himself until he was shorter than Orsaga and looking up at him.
On those ugly, savage heads,
His facial expressions had somehow turned into humble smiles,
As though he were trying to curry favor with the other party.
Throughout the entire process, Dimogegen had not used much of his brain.
All his actions,
Were more the result of instinct driving him to act that way.
His survival instinct was telling him that if he wanted to live, he had better do this.
So by the time he came to his senses, he was already kneeling.
For a moment,
Once he realized what he had done, the humble smiles on his faces stiffened slightly, as though they could no longer be maintained.
For someone as innately vicious and bloodthirsty as him,
This situation could absolutely be called the greatest humiliation of his life!
Even when his mother, the Chaos Queen, had cast him aside the moment he was born, he had not been anywhere near as enraged as he was now!
Fueled by his blazing fury,
Amur and Heslati, Dimogegen's two ugly heads, both revealed ferocious looks in their eyes.
His towering body also showed signs of rising again.
He