Abyssal Demon of the Myriad Realms
Chapter 907

The struggle between lords (XIII)

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"...A fairly decent unexpected bonus..."

He paid no attention to the various sights inside the Ark of the Mortal World.

As he spoke with utter indifference,

Orsaga tightened his fingertips slightly.

Vast amounts of lightning-like energy immediately surged outward from the time-space wall as though provoked, like some catastrophe capable of destroying everything!

But.

Before they could unleash their rightful power, the countless blood flames surrounding them devoured them in the very next instant, making it look as though they had walked straight into a trap...

He waited a while.

Once the trash inside had been more or less cleared out,

Orsaga casually popped the Ark of the Mortal World into his mouth.

He began chewing it like a jelly bean...

His expression held neither surprise nor delight.

All he could say was that, under the pressure of life and death, their ultimate achievement had brought him a small surprise.

But that was all!

Had their enemy been most great demons, aside from a few exceptionally powerful ones, they probably would have been unable to do anything about the Ark of the Mortal World.

Unfortunately, even after pushing their power and technology beyond their limits, an immeasurable gulf still separated them from Orsaga, who ranked among the upper echelons of abyss lords...

That gap.

Even though Orsaga had only sent an avatar, it was nowhere near something a mere Ark of the Mortal World could bridge.

In fact.

The very reason they had managed to build it successfully

was partly because Orsaga had "allowed" them to...

He had been looking forward to it.

Looking forward to a pleasant surprise.

Fortunately.

They had obligingly satisfied him.

Even within Crimson Heaven, the Ark of the Mortal World would have counted as a fairly high-end creation. Many factions possessed similar creations, or even

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