The Blood Demon Domain.
The Blood Demon Great Hall.
Bzz—
Space shuddered violently.
The ancient runes engraved on the enormous altar lit up one by one with a dazzling red glow. Like paper crumpled by an invisible hand, space split into countless pitch-black cracks.
Then the space at the center of the altar tore open, and a blood-red figure stumbled out.
Pfft—
The moment the figure landed on the altar, he spat out a great mouthful of blood.
His signature Blood Robe was so torn it barely covered his private parts. His Scarlet eyes were dull, and traces of blood still clung to the corners of his mouth.
Worst of all was the bowl-sized hole in his chest. Black smoke hissed from it, while golden flames slowly burned around its edges, preventing the wound from healing.
Tsk, tsk. His Injuries were even worse than I expected.
"Black..."
The Blood Demon God spoke weakly, his voice as rough as scraping sandpaper.
"Guard... the altar... Don't let anyone approach..."
With that, he dropped onto one knee and coughed up another great mouthful of black blood.
He was hurt this badly?
He couldn't even maintain the most basic demon god pressure?
He must be as fragile as paper now—one poke would tear right through him.
If I struck now...
I might actually kill him and get my third Demon God Core!
Then the cores of the Blood Demon God, the Undead Demon God, and the Succubus God—those three Demon Gods who had opposed humanity for so long—would all be mine.
At that thought, Black's heart began pounding uncontrollably.
What a chance!
A once-in-a-lifetime chance!
Kill him?
Or not?
Black's hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but excitement.
But just three seconds later, he took a deep breath and forced that tempting thought down.