At Chthon's words, the Three-tailed Demon King laughed. "True enough. A Demon King would be quite the feast."
"If the Mechanical Demon King knew all his hard work would end up benefiting us instead, he'd be furious."
Death spoke, and Set and Chthon nodded eagerly, brimming with excitement. The Three-tailed Demon King and Wade exchanged a glance. All three of these fellows seemed utterly lacking in ambition.
"In a sense, the Mechanical Demon King really is terrifying. He's scared three beings on his own level into acting like this."
The Three-tailed Demon King silently marveled. He had no objections to Chthon's plan. Setting aside their childish gloating, the plan itself was quite sound.
Fine, then. My body has only just recovered anyway. I'll play the ghoul this once.
The Three-tailed Demon King thought this to himself. Previously, Andrew had beaten him down to a mere wisp of consciousness. Later, Demon had used an altar to restore his body, but he still hadn't returned to his prime.
Even for Demon, reconstructing a Demon King's Body remotely was no easy feat—the sacrificial transfer process consumed at least seventy percent of the magical power.
Next, the Three-tailed Demon King used magic to watch Beelzebub's territory and wait for an opportunity. He had no idea someone else was watching the same place.
That someone was the Gluttony Demon King. As he ate, he asked the Sloth Demon King, "Are you sure Beelzebub's in for trouble? That old fellow is a veteran Demon King. He's every bit as strong as we are."
"I studied the stars last night and saw that Beelzebub's death star had risen."
The Sloth Demon King sounded utterly confident. The Gluttony Demon King retorted, "Since when does Hell have stars?"
"It doesn't? Then I'll make one."
The Gluttony Demon King burst