Blood Demon God Bradwell was in rough shape.
His once-magnificent Blood Robe hung in tatters, and a wound deep enough to expose bone gaped across his midsection, crackling with Lightning Power.
He looked even worse than the Undead Demon God. Only his blood-red eyes still blazed with ferocity.
"Bradwell!"
A hint of emotion finally entered the Undead Demon God's voice.
"You..."
"Wondering why I'm not dead yet?"
Blood Demon God Bradwell approached with a savage grin, leaving a bloody footprint with every step.
"Axel, you Old Schemer. You pushed me out to take the hit while you slipped in here to hunt for treasure? Quite the plan."
The more he spoke, the angrier he grew, until he was practically roaring.
"No, that wasn't the whole plan! You talked about ambushing the Human Heavenly King Hall, but I think you wanted humans to kill me and the Succubus God so you could have all these resources to yourself!"
An awkward silence fell.
The Three Great Demon Gods faced off in a triangle, each keeping precisely three hundred meters from the others.
For Demon God Level fighters, it was the safest distance: close enough to attack, far enough to defend or flee.
"You two."
Undead Demon God Axel's voice was dry and raspy, like bones scraping together.
"Must we fight to the death? We're all Demon Gods serving the Progenitor Lord, and the humans are watching for an opening. If we fight among ourselves here, won't they be the ones who benefit?"
To the west, Blood Demon God Bradwell gave a cold laugh.
"Axel, spare us the act."
Blood Demon God Bradwell spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Look at my wounds. You're the one who started this!"
To the south, Succubus God Caroline covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes brimming