Rules of Planar War

"So the Saint of the Moon God Church had set their sights on the Clown Emperor?" Naimus asked.

Salixi hurriedly nodded.

At the same time, he warily watched Naimus's hand. He was terrified that Naimus would pat him, causing him to forget everything before going off to desperately carry out Naimus's orders.

"Don't worry. You're different from that Fear Demon." Naimus did not approach Salixi and spoke directly.

The Clown Demon also revealed himself at that moment, appearing behind Naimus.

At his current stage, what he needed was talent, not mere muscle.

If he only needed muscle, Naimus could use artificial souls to create a batch of gold-tier combatants.

But that would not mean much.

At least, not now.

Before Naimus became an existence on the level of a lord deity, such high-combat-power individuals had limited use. Keeping them by his side was less useful than assigning them missions through "Bestowal" and having them work.

What he needed now were talents in production and management.

After all, Naimus's operation was expanding.

The old situation, where Naimus handled most matters by himself, clearly could not continue.

As long as he had such talents, combat-oriented personnel could rapidly grow over time.

That Fear Demon was different. Although it was a type of Demon that specialized in toying with emotions, it was far too brainless.

The Material Plane was where an individual like that should have been, not the Abyss.

Relationships in the Abyss were chaotic, making its ability to manipulate emotions difficult to use effectively.

Yet judging from the traces it had left behind, that Fear Demon had been in the Abyss for a long time. Most of the time, it had lurked in hiding before hunting newly promoted individuals.

That alone showed how brainless it was, utterly wasting its own abilities.