When Miska finally broke free from the stunning effect again, his face was filled with disbelief.
The Queen of Chaos's Chaos Trident had pierced through his chest and massive spider abdomen, pinning him firmly to the ground. And the person holding the Chaos Trident was his lover and creator—the Queen of Chaos.
"You... you..."
Miska was a little dumbfounded. In his view, the Queen of Chaos could not do without him. She was no longer the Queen of Chaos she had once been, and that was the main reason Miska had considered betraying her. The Queen of Chaos was not strong enough, so there was no need for him to remain dependent on her. Yet at the same time, he believed that she would not dare fall out with him. The Queen of Chaos was already weak enough; if she turned against him, her power would inevitably suffer greatly, and she would no longer be able to hold her position as one of the great powers. After all, if she truly had such ability, she would not have gone to such lengths to rescue him.
That was why Miska's betrayal had been so righteous and fearless. He was certain that, faced with his betrayal, the Queen of Chaos could only swallow her anger. She might even have no choice but to join forces with him amicably, lest the other great powers devour her.
But everything happening now had completely shattered Miska's fantasies.
"It's time to take back what I gave you, idiot!"
The Queen of Chaos had grown utterly tired of this creation of hers. He could not see the situation clearly, was blindly arrogant, and now even wanted to betray his master. He could not be allowed to live. Had he never stopped to consider how a Tanar'ri like