Declaration of War

"You're actually here?" Alaros sensed the strength of the curse within his body and roughly determined that Kru had reached the Golden Breed.

Only a few months ago, his opponent had still been Steel Breed.

Clearly, Kru had participated in this planar war and used the Abyssal laws beneath the bloody battle, relying on his half-Demon bloodline to complete his advancement.

It had to be said that Kru was the most talented of Naimus's subordinates. By now, he had pulled far ahead of Naimus's other followers.

"What a pity. You missed the best time to strike..." Alaros said with a sigh.

If Kru had attacked while he was fighting the other Demon Lords, he truly would have faced some trouble. It might even have become the turning point of his defeat.

But now, the Black Cage Lord had left to rescue that Holy Son, while Atata was nearby as well.

He only needed to kill this son of his to disengage as quickly as possible, then leave with his territory.

If the Clown Emperor died and the Black Cage Lord became entangled in battle with Atata, he could even seize some of their territory and make up for his losses.

Hearing his father's words, Kru smiled.

"No, now is exactly the right time!" He pushed up his glasses. Beneath them, his eyes stared fixedly at Alaros, filled with nothing but bone-deep hatred.

The only person who had treated him well since childhood was his mother, yet she had merely been material Alaros used to refine a vessel.

"Oh?" Alaros appeared calm, but with a wave of his hand, a swarm of black insects crawled out of his body.

Every one of those black insects had higher stats than Kru. Any one of them could bite the current Kru to death.