Hearing Andrew's words, everyone nodded. Whenever the Crimson Demon God came up, all they thought of was his fighting prowess.
As for his intelligence and talent for scheming, everyone could only scoff. The Crimson Demon God had never used those abilities at all. He had always relied on brute strength, charging ahead without a thought.
In Cyttorak's own words, why waste brainpower on something his fists could solve?
That was why everyone's assessment of Cyttorak basically amounted to a brute—a powerful brute. Chthon's eyes shifted, and he said, "Cyttorak, I can be your strategist and help you deal with Andrew Wang."
"I have no interest in losers."
The Crimson Demon God snorted. Chthon's expression darkened, and he fell silent. The Crimson Demon God was notorious for his foul mouth, but there was nothing anyone could do about it. No one could beat him, so he was still living a very happy life.
"Mechanical Demon King, don't underestimate me. There's more to my body than muscle."
The Crimson Demon God addressed God Andrew, who pretended to think for a moment before asking, "Bones, too?"
The Crimson Demon God was speechless. Everyone said he had a sharp tongue, but wasn't this guy even worse? He couldn't be bothered to say anything else and closed his eyes, quietly waiting for things to unfold.
Death, Chthon, and the serpent god Set all looked at God Andrew. When Andrew looked back, they averted their gazes. Then the three created a private group chat to discuss how to deal with that bastard Andrew Wang.
Andrew Wang was becoming more terrifying by the day. If they didn't want to follow in Shuma-Gorath's footsteps, they had to plan carefully and find a way to kill him.
Vishanti glanced at Andrew without saying anything. They were indeed allies, but