Black dropped all pretense and lounged against the back of his chair. He picked up a relatively normal-looking fruit, took a crunchy bite, and spoke through a mouthful of it.
"What else? Did you really think that Old Schemer Visharun had nothing better to do than come out and hand us a perfect assist?"
He smiled slyly.
"Before we came, I figured we might need a little 'catalyst.' So I asked the Blood Demon God Lord to mimic the signature attack auras and Law Fluctuations of the two Demon Kings from the Undead Faction who came to Illusion Star Lake. It was just a little preparation... Heh, I didn't expect it to work so well. Worth every bit of effort!"
Clearly, you couldn't go into battle unprepared—whether you were human or demon.
Andre sucked in a sharp breath. Only one thought remained in his mind: Holy shit!
No wonder the Blood Demon God Lord valued Black so highly. That foresight, that scheming, that preparation...
He made the Demon Race's traditional brute-force approach look like a joke!
Black used his brain!
This was skilled work!
"Weren't you afraid they'd see through it on the spot?"
Andre still felt a lingering chill.
"Why would I be?"
Black didn't seem concerned in the slightest.
"The scene was chaos. Energy signatures were all mixed together, and Salist was furious. Who would stop to pick out the subtle differences in that one attack? Besides, the Blood Demon God Lord's imitation was almost indistinguishable from the real thing. That's what I call professional!"
For a Demon God, mimicking a Demon King's attack aura and methods was child's play.
He wiped his hands, his voice carrying a hint of satisfaction at how neatly his plan had worked.
"Now the Undead Demon God Faction is stuck with the