Anthony's proposal sounded quite reasonable. It would certainly be much easier for the four Morningstar Professionals to each deal with two Demon Lords. Even if some indescribable "little accidents" occurred, the various unknown trump cards in their hands would keep the risks from becoming too great. As for the other four Abyssal Lords, the many ordinary Legendary powerhouses only needed to draw their attention separately. That way, no one had to worry about the "isolated" Morningstar demons refusing to cooperate and insisting on joining the real battle.
After all, considering demons' unique brutality and madness... it was impossible for them to ignore anything flying around right in front of them.
At first glance, wasn't this a very fair decision? Everyone had something to do, and no one could stand idly by while evil invaded. The capable Morningstar Professionals would bravely fight the enemy, while the less powerful ordinary Legendaries would support them by drawing the Demon Lords' attention. Everyone had to contribute something to the salvation of the innocent.
Yet upon hearing this decision, Ibefil, who had been glaring furiously and indignantly arguing with Punk just a moment ago, had her eyes turn red around the rims.
The Valkyrie might have been impulsive, but she was no fool. She understood perfectly well how dangerous it was for a few "ordinary Legendary professionals" to draw the attention of a Morningstar Lord. Those Demon Lords loved to indiscriminately throw around Morningstar killer moves. In theory, ordinary Legendary professionals could indeed use their intelligence and numerical advantage to lure one or two bloodthirsty monsters far away, but...
This was far too dangerous. It was practically suicide! Kind-hearted Ibefil simply could not imagine how ordinary Legendary professionals could contend with the terrifying power of the Morningstar tier, so she almost instinctively tried to speak