"It won't be long before we rename ourselves Ouroboros."
The young man, who would probably use some special method to rename his Community, said it as naturally as anything.
"Hey, hey, hey, isn't Ouroboros the title of the Demon King Alliance?"
White Night Yaksha, feeling that the situation had become truly chaotic, shouted.
"Once everyone in Ouroboros is dead, we can just register the name again."
The Martial God, clearly intending to wipe out the Demon King Alliance known as "Ouroboros," shatter its banner and name, then claim the name Ouroboros—a name both imposing and culturally rich—said so.
"Don't you think it'd be incredibly cool for No Name to declare war on the dark forces ruling most of Little Garden, crush their banner, claim their name, and announce to the world that the darkness attempting to abandon Little Garden's lower levels has been destroyed and will never return?"
White Night King's eyes widened. What kind of genius operation was this?!
And were the people capable of pulling off something like this really a Hero team, rather than some dark force that simply found it boring and wanted to mess with other Demon Kings for fun?!
"White Night King, would you be willing to serve as an outside ally for No Name and intercept those gods and demons who are seriously trying to screw me over?"
"Hey, hey, hey, haven't you been the one screwing us over this whole time?!"
White Night Yaksha, who had truly been put through the wringer, was so furious smoke nearly came out of her nose.
Over the past two months, with her and Indra's help, Li Zihan had successively defeated Absolute Evil, Human Evil, the Third Perpetual Motion Engine, and Dystopia—the four strongest Godslayers—and stripped them of their powers.
Yet when she and Indra came