Once Kostchtchie had obtained the soul gem, his entire body relaxed.
Then his fury immediately flared up. Solam's actions had admittedly moved him a little, but only a little. Compared to his anger, that slight bit of emotion was nowhere near enough to extinguish his rage.
"Ready to die? The only preferential treatment your actions just earned you is that I'll kill you as quickly as possible later. You won't have to suffer so much pain."
Kostchtchie said through gritted teeth.
"Is that so? Then do you know why I insisted on returning that White Dragon's soul to you?"
"Why?"
"Because I believe that, in the end, all of this will be mine. Since that's the case, why shouldn't I be generous and let you fulfill a wish before you die? Maybe then you'll be able to die a little more willingly."
The instant Solam finished speaking, Kostchtchie lunged forward, swinging the massive hammer in his hand around and smashing it toward Solam's head. Though the guy looked like nothing more than a hulking brute, he was actually quite cunning. He had not been trading words with Solam before; he had been trying to draw Solam's attention so he could catch him off guard.
Whatever Kostchtchie thought of Solam aside, he acknowledged Solam's strength. Of course, if they were talking strictly about hand-to-hand combat, Kostchtchie still looked down on him. But Solam was clearly no longer a simple-minded brute. His spellcasting ability was so strong that it exceeded everyone's imagination. No matter how much Kostchtchie despised Solam, he had to take that seriously.
The terror of spellcasters needed no words to describe.
That was why Kostchtchie had no intention of giving Solam any opportunity. As a demon lord who had lived for tens of millions of years, Kostchtchie had never