"Queen of Chaos! Get out here!!!!"
When Solam heard that Miska the Wolf-Spider was leading troops against his men, his first reaction was that Queen of Chaos had lost her mind. His second reaction was that the woman was asking for a beating!
Really, it was not that Solam had become arrogant. This was simply his genuine reaction when facing these titans. The current Solam was no longer the Solam who had just arrived in the Abyss. He was vastly different even from who he had been five years ago.
There was no other reason. Strength was everything!
Solam commanded four planes and an army of tens of millions! They were all battle-hardened, well-trained troops, utterly incomparable to the ragtag mobs under ordinary demon lords. Moreover, he had no shortage of capable generals under his command. Not even counting his ten sons—Alphaarius and Omegon had always counted as one person, which was also a form of deception—there were also quite a few demon lords and lesser lords he had conquered.
If his personal strength had reached the titan level, and if Solam had not deliberately kept a low profile and shown no interest in supremacy over the Abyss, he could have been considered a new titan.
Did anyone know why Malcanthet clearly knew that Solam had stopped obeying her, yet still pretended not to see it? Because there was little she could do about him. If she truly fell out with Solam and fought him, the other four titans would probably laugh themselves to death, then eagerly wait behind her to pick up Malcanthet's leftovers.
All because Solam was strong.
To put it this way, if Solam went to war with any one of the Five Titans, it would be catastrophic for that titan! Because regardless of who won or