The mall fell silent.
The old residents of nearby Demon Prison City were used to it, but the newcomers were utterly shocked.
This was Demon Prison City, filled with countless Magic Arrays. Even a Lower God could not teleport here.
The man who had just arrived was clearly a newcomer to Demon Prison City. What was his identity? Suddenly, a shopkeeper shouted, "Where's my gold? Why has my gold turned into stone? Damn it, that man with the dogs must have done this! I'm calling the authorities!"
The High God powers throughout Demon Prison City all turned toward the City Lord's Mansion. Magic Power Surge suddenly erupted there like raging waves, far beyond the limit, before settling down.
In front of the Meeting Hall, a smiling man led three dogs across a thick Persian carpet toward Suye's incarnation.
Suye rose and nodded slightly in greeting. "I greet the great Norse god of fire and trickery, Loki."
Loki grinned. Faint blood rippled in the Needle Holes above and below his lips, revealing a mouthful of black teeth pitted by the corrosion of deadly poison. He laughed. "I've come to cooperate with you—kill Odin and overthrow the Norse Pantheon. Once I become the God King, you'll be the Lord of Magic in Northern Europe!"
Suye smiled and asked, "How many Main Gods have you made that promise to?"
Loki tilted his head slightly, reached out to stroke the bulging black veins in his neck, and slowly said, "I probably wouldn't make the top thousand, but I'm definitely within the top two thousand."
"You're certainly an honest god. Please, sit." Suye gestured with one hand and sat down himself.
Loki lightly brushed his Swallowtail Coat, sat in a chair, crossed his legs, leaned back, and surveyed the Meeting Hall. Then he lowered his