"That damned Director of S.W.O.R.D. is trying to completely sever my coordinates."
The Demon sensed what was happening in the Main World and could not help but curse. "Unfortunately, you were still too softhearted. You didn't kill those Werewolves. I will destroy your Small World first, then destroy that so-called Main World."
As long as the Werewolves were alive, the Demon still had a chance. That was why she said Andrew had been too softhearted. Just then, she sensed someone contacting her.
The Demon hesitated for a moment before connecting to the signal filled with information of death. She asked, "Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"
"I am Death. I invite you to join our Alliance and eliminate the Mechanical Demon King Alliance."
Death spoke slowly. Just as the Demon was about to ask who the Mechanical Demon King was, a lewd voice emerged from the signal. "Wrong. It's the Losers Alliance. Only losers can join—and it's a Losers Alliance that will keep losing forever."
The Demon's face darkened. Were they here to mock her? They had to be here to mock her, right?
"Get lost."
Death kicked Wade away. Afraid the Demon might misunderstand, she explained, "The Mechanical Demon King is the Director of S.W.O.R.D. you encountered before. His true nature is the Lord of Hell. As for why he saves the world, you can just assume there's something wrong with his head."
"So he is also a Lord of Hell. No wonder he uses Hell Power even more skillfully than I do."
The Demon came to a sudden realization. She snorted. "A Demon King of Hell saving the world? There must be something wrong with his brain. If this news were spread..."
"Useless. With the Mechanical Demon King's current reputation, no one would believe he