"No matter what happens in the human world in the future, we can't promise anything. But at this moment, at least our goal is to stop the Goat-Man Devil. I'm sure you don't want to watch that thing destroy the power of your avatar, make you pay a terrible price, ruin your Satan plan, and then monopolize the entire human world, leaving countless lives in misery, do you?"
"If it gains enough benefits and enough souls, perhaps it will continue invading Hell."
Ron delivered all of this in one breath.
As his words ended, the icy sensation in the air, like countless arrows piercing their hearts, faded considerably.
The blood-red head Satan had manifested also calmed down.
Yet its arrogance still kept it silent. It would never compromise with the three lowly insects before it; that would not suit its dignity.
Even if it meant the world would be destroyed again, it would never bow its head to such vile, filthy souls. It might be a demon, but it was also the Lord of Hell—a being with dignity.
Seeing this, Ron hurriedly held out a hand to Kevin.
Kevin took a glass-sealed box from the backpack on his back.
Ron accepted it and opened it. "Great Lord of Hell, this is our offering of apology. You should recognize the aura of this heart's owner. To lessen your anger, and to apologize for our previous actions, we have brought you a sacrifice."
"This time, we beg you as humans to help us resolve the crisis before us first. At the very least, don't let that petty Goat-Man Devil succeed and profit from this opportunity."
Satan inhaled through its nostrils, drawing the aura of the heart inside the box into its nose.
An image and a face emerged in its mind. It