I am willing to offer up the Bloody Fruit in my hand and every lifeform upon this land, asking only to obtain greater power and transform this land into territory suitable for our kind.
Listening to that request from afar.
Though he had not met the other party face-to-face.
As a Great Demon Level being.
And a stronger existence whose essence of power belonged to a higher tier of the system related to Nick Morten.
Through the psychic connection between them, Godevaga could still clearly sense it.
In that distant stretch of time and space.
The fellow sacrificing to him held no true devotion toward the Crimson King.
What he possessed.
Was nothing but desire and ambition.
Thus, in but an instant.
As a fanatic, Godevaga felt heartfelt disgust toward Nick Morten.
What an ignorant fool. He enjoys and craves My Lord's glory, yet refuses to offer his own loyalty and devotion...
His soul truly ought to be pulled out and slowly chewed apart with fangs...
However.
Thoughts were merely thoughts.
That disgust in his heart did not affect Godevaga's next actions.
Faced with the other's request.
He coldly agreed.
After all, business came first.
Besides, rebels like that were hardly rare within Crimson Heaven.
This included each and every Great Demon Level powerhouse.
Many of them harbored disloyal intentions toward the Crimson King.
Don't ask why.
If you had to ask, that was simply the local custom!
In the Bottomless Abyss, traitors walked the streets everywhere. Was there anything wrong with that?
Clearly, there was nothing wrong with it.
Even Orsaga, the one at the top, did not think there was anything wrong with such a situation.
Two-faced traitors?
Nothing to it.
If they wanted to stab him in the back, then let them.
He would just treat them