"Old God Cult? What is that?"
Unexpectedly, Silver King Ismen knew nothing about it.
The Silver King was unlike another Supreme Demon King—the "Thinker," Rochelle.
The Thinker enjoyed studying human society. He often transformed into a human and entered human towns to conduct "experiments," whose results, of course, always ended in destruction.
The Silver King, on the other hand, stood high above all else, relishing the pleasure and thrill of commanding vast armies. He utterly disdained weak humans. As such, he knew very little about human society and had no idea that some humans worshipped him as a god.
Only after the human man explained did Ismen understand.
"Boring."
Ismen snorted disdainfully. "Human, if you think worshipping Me will earn you forgiveness, you are mistaken. Now, speak your last words."
"No, don't!"
The human man cried out, "Great Silver King, there is indeed something important I must report to you! In a human town, an outsider has appeared who threatens you. The Calamity King fell beneath his feet!"
Ismen gave a cold snort. "Nonsense. That useless Tifast was killed when the three Undead Lords under his command rebelled and joined forces against him. It had nothing to do with any human."
"No, that was merely a deception meant to fool you and the other gods! In truth, that outsider is a powerful summoner, and those three Undead Lords are all his servants! Furthermore, the prophet calls him 'Hristos,' the Savior..."
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Ismen burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the entire hall. For a moment, it seemed as though hundreds or thousands of people were responding to his laughter.
The human man clutched his ears in agony, fell to his knees, and wailed.
Ismen stopped laughing. "Savior? What an adorable word. So lowly humans harbor such unrealistic