"Excellent. On to the next one."
Having successfully subdued the Spider Demon King, Mechanical Trigon nodded in satisfaction. A good start was half the battle, and this time, he had gotten off to an exceptionally good start.
Next, Mechanical Trigon led his forces, along with the newly surrendered Spider Demon King, westward to attack the territories of other Demon Kings.
The next two Demon Kings he encountered were both rather defiant. Mechanical Trigon wasted no words and killed one outright, using her divine soul and corpse to forge a divine artifact.
The other had rather impressive survival skills. With a single use of Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell, her divine soul escaped, leaving Mechanical Trigon with only her Demon King's Body.
Of the three Demon Kings, one had died, one had fled, and one had surrendered. All of Hell was shaken. Nothing this momentous had happened in Hell for a long time.
The Demon Kings of the west immediately began forming an alliance to protect themselves, sending envoys to ask the Demon Kings of the other districts for help.
"Trigon intends to unite Hell. If you don't come help us, you'll be next once we're dead."
The Demon Kings all understood that once their neighbors fell, they would be exposed. Thus, the Demon Kings of the other three districts sent messages to the West District Demon Kings: "Hold on. We'll get there as quickly as possible."
That sounded promising. The problem was that three days had passed, and they had yet to see so much as a shadow of another Demon King.
Clearly, the Demon Kings of the other three districts had no intention of intervening. That was perfectly normal. They barely knew these people, so why help them? Wasn't it better to use them to hold Trigon back? Besides,