In a crimson world, Hermes silently appeared atop a black castle.
Wearing sunglasses, a formal tailcoat, and a short top hat, he held the Caduceus of Mercury in hand. He looked cheerfully at the towering Twelve Wings Demon dressed in an extravagant black suit before him and said lightly, "Yo, Belial, how are things going now?"
Belial glanced at him. "Very smoothly. Although the Creation God's chosen one has been obstructing my actions, some weak-willed fools were still tempted by me and became my pawns. Through those connections, and with my astrology and prophecy, I've already locked onto Holy Magic. Before long, this planet will collide with that side. By then, even the Creation God's chair won't be able to stop us with the force produced by the collision of planes."
"Don't let your guard down, okay? There were beings as powerful as you and me who attacked Douluo Star this way before, and now they can only hide away in disgrace." Hermes shrugged. "The Creation God's chosen one may be even more troublesome than the Sages."
"What Creation God's chosen one? He's merely someone selected by an insignificant fragment of the Creation God." Belial snorted coldly. "Given the pseudo God Realm's current state on Holy Magic Continent, it is impossible for them to stop me. I created the seventy-two Demon Gods through a secret art, and every one of them is God-Tier. They have only one Demon Hunt Squad, perhaps with some friends and relatives besides. Add our Magi-tech suppression, and as long as we arrive before the God of Divine Retribution fully awakens, victory will be ours. Even if we really are one step too late, we still have a backup plan to ensure nothing goes wrong."
"Don't underestimate them. The Creation God will do everything possible to