"Thank you for your generosity, my friend... Then I won't stand on ceremony. Shall I make my selection first?"
Tugelei pretended to be overjoyed and eagerly moved toward the pile of spoils.
But in truth, his right hand had already clenched tightly around the handle of the Lava Warhammer.
Seizing the moment, he suddenly exerted force!
With lightning speed, he savagely swung it at the demon's head!
Yet the latter seemed to have anticipated it long ago.
As his figure drifted backward, like smoke and dust with nothing to anchor it, he nimbly evaded Tugelei's sneak attack.
However, the intense heat that erupted from the Lava Warhammer still affected him somewhat.
As the hot wind scattered part of the dense demonic energy around his chest, it revealed what lay beneath.
It was a fist-sized, mangled hole of flesh and blood.
There was no need to think about it—the wound had clearly been caused by that bright silver crossbow bolt earlier.
Tugelei's eyes lit up. He knew he had gambled correctly this time.
The demon before him was not as powerful as he appeared.
He had not even recovered from his earlier severe wounds!
That imposing display and overwhelming presence before—
It had all been a bluff, strong on the outside but weak within!
Kill this demon, And all the spoils would belong to Tugelei!
The enormous temptation of profit made this Oglin ratman's eyes redden.
He was no longer afraid.
Instead, he gripped the Lava Warhammer with both hands and sneered mockingly.
"Your Excellency is certainly vigilant... It seems you never intended to split the spoils fairly with me, did you?"
The demon glanced at the exposed wound on his chest and replied expressionlessly.
"I think you've been the one planning to monopolize all the spoils from the start."
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