Crack!
The Destruction Demon God sat on his throne, holding a shattered black crystal—the Life Tablet of Amos.
It had broken.
That meant Amos, whom he had sent to protect his niece Estelle, was dead.
Killed by a... human.
"Heh..."
A low laugh echoed through the empty Main Hall.
It was no furious roar, but something colder and more restrained.
Yet anyone who knew the Destruction Demon God understood: the calmer he was, the more terrifying he became.
"Good. Very good."
The Destruction Demon God slowly rose.
He stood over three meters tall, clad in dark-gold Battle Armor streaked with crimson lines that flowed like molten lava.
A pair of curved horns, black as ink, crowned his head. Their tips gleamed with a chilling light.
His eyes were the most terrifying of all.
Pure black. No whites, no pupils—only darkness that swallowed every trace of light. Wherever he looked, even space warped slightly, as though it could not bear the weight of his gaze.
"I hadn't even come looking for you... and you killed one of mine first."
He raised a hand and traced a line through the air.
A dark-gold Space Rift tore open. On the other side stood three blurred figures.
"Greetings, Lord Destruction Demon God!"
All three bowed at once, their respectful voices edged with awe.
This was the Destruction Demon God's private communication Secret Technique, allowing him to contact his trusted subordinates across vast distances in real time.
The three figures beyond the rift were the Three Demon Gods stationed on the Winged Human battlefield—
On the left stood one nearly six meters tall, his muscles hard as forged steel and two axes as broad as doors strapped to his back.
Edmund, the "Great Axe Demon God," ranked among the middle tier of Demon Gods. He