As an old-established demon lord, Kostchtchie might have been thoroughly unlikeable, but his strength was undeniable. As the most brawl-loving brute among the demon lords, his power was renowned throughout the Abyss.
If not for that, this Tanar'ri who dreamed of wiping out all Tanar'ri would never have survived until now.
Yet now, he was at a disadvantage against a famously pathetic demon lord—the King of Balors, Kardum! (Solam's name was not well known, and most demons still recognized the name Kardum more readily.)
The King of Balors, Kardum, had already been discussed before. He was a complete nobody in the Abyss. A King of Balors looked down upon even by other balors—how capable could he possibly be?
Even after Solam allied with Malcanthet, Malcanthet's demons still looked down on him. Yet unexpectedly, this demon lord everyone had always considered worthless was actually evenly matched with Kostchtchie in strength, and even held a slight edge!
That was truly shocking.
Kostchtchie himself was startled as well. The Sixth Pyre, the plane ruled by Kardum, was the twenty-first layer of the Abyss, while Kostchtchie's Frostfell was the twenty-third. The two planes were not far apart; they were practically neighbors. Thus, Kostchtchie knew Kardum fairly well. In short, all of Kostchtchie's impressions of Kardum could be summed up in one sentence: a pitiful weakling...
That was also why Kostchtchie had agreed to the insect prince's request without hesitation and later sent only three thousand men over.
Because Kostchtchie had never taken seriously this King of Balors, a fellow with an impressive-sounding title but absurdly weak strength.
And now, he had capsized.
"Kardum, you bastard! Is this why you dared challenge me? These flashy little tricks can't defeat me!"
Being evenly matched with a weakling made Kostchtchie feel utterly humiliated. And because he was