Inside the space channel, the Lord of Order realized something and turned toward Andrew, his face livid. This bastard had known all along that Demon and Chthon had secretly infiltrated the Van Helsing World. Otherwise, he would never have said those things earlier.
"I warned you to be careful ages ago, but you insisted that no one could enter the Van Helsing World right under your nose. What was I supposed to do? I was at my wits' end too!"
Andrew spoke with an innocent expression. The Lord of Order could no longer save face at all. He had been so arrogant, so confident, yet apparently anyone could sneak into the Van Helsing World. He felt as though someone was repeatedly slapping his face with a slipper—a slipper studded with nails, no less.
Honestly, this was utterly humiliating. He had not a shred of dignity left. If word got out, everyone would laugh themselves sick at his expense.
"I will get revenge for this. And just how many holes does this damned space channel have?"
The Lord of Order not only hated Andrew to the bone, but also deeply resented Demon and Chthon. Weren't those two showing him far too little respect?
Leaving the humiliated Lord of Order aside for the moment, back in the desert, before Chthon and the Demon Clone could answer his question, the Void Demoness and the female commander came charging out with an enormous horde of negative monsters.
At the sight, the Demon Clone immediately tried to close the Negative Gate. But no matter how he manipulated it, the gate remained unchanged. Clearly, it was no longer under his control.
The Demon Clone could not help cursing. Ever since he returned to this world, nothing had gone his way. Could this be the world will