Imps, whether in the Abyss or on the Material Plane, were usually considered inferior demons with no intelligence to speak of.
But the imps themselves did not think so.
At least, what was happening now proved that they had wisdom.
One was a burly adult man in leather armor, wielding a spear and weaving nimbly through the ruins.
The other was a fair-skinned, beautiful yet delicate woman in a thin mage robe, cautiously watching them.
Of course they knew which one to choose.
"Ba... ba..."
Their muffled whimpers grew even more indistinct through the saliva constantly pouring from their mouths, but their tiny limbs began working beyond their limits.
Their round bellies scraped and bumped through gaps in the ruined walls.
These inferior demons, craving flesh and the pleasure of tearing, were like piranhas that had scented blood, scrambling to pounce on the blue-haired figure.
"They're out!!"
Ethan's eyes widened.
When He Xi cast [Weird Major Image], the young adventurer had already been astonished to find that, in the time it took him to turn his head, he could no longer tell which was the real body.
Now, watching the dense swarm of imps pour from the ruins, he was both shocked by the wonder of this magic and relieved that Uncle Lankas's burden had been greatly eased.
His fists quietly clenched.
The boy lowered his voice. "Quick, quick! Those idiots took the bait! They've all been drawn to her!"
Clay had also raised his longbow as instructed, nocked an arrow, and taken aim, unable to suppress his excitement.
Unlike the two excited boys, He Xi, who was controlling Flora, was already drenched in sweat.
At that moment, the true Dream Weaver stood beside him with her arms folded, staring at him without blinking.
"If you dare let those disgusting