"His strength was formidable, and he had good judgment, too. What a shame he was still far too confident..."
Fang Yuan drifted slowly down, picked up the bronze spear from the corpse, and shook his head.
"Damn it!"
In midair, the phantom shattered, and Heinz stepped out. He stared at the corpse on the ground, looking as though he wanted to tear off a chunk of flesh with his teeth.
"It seems the only Derivative on him was this bronze spear!"
Fang Yuan waved the battle spear in his hand and found it surprisingly comfortable to wield. "What about that card?"
"It disappeared. It must have been a secondary infection of some Level 1 Derivative. It could only be used once, and vanished immediately afterward..."
Heinz's expression darkened. "Damn the Original Color. I'll never let them get away with this!"
"Think it through. Original Color is no Mage Council, and you haven't spent years building up a network of spies against them..."
Fang Yuan offered a kindly reminder.
"Even so, I don't want to hold back anymore!"
A mysterious glint suddenly appeared in Heinz's eyes. "Besides... there are plenty of our kind in this world! Now that we've taken out the Mage Council, why not make another big score?"
"Our kind? You mean the other Demon Gods!"
Fang Yuan sighed. "If we use a Derivative as bait, there's a good chance they'll take it. After all, that's largely why we descended here! But... to deal with Original Color Headquarters, I may need to find somewhere to spend some time activating a secret art. That should let me recover at least half my strength as quickly as possible!"
"Good!"
Heinz didn't doubt him in the slightest.
As a Demon God, it would have been strange if he didn't have one or