If he had not possessed the inherited memories of the Creator God, he might truly have been deceived by this Dark Demon God.
"Who exactly are you? How do you know so much? You're clearly only a human." The way the Dark Demon God looked at Nalant was filled with disbelief.
Because more than a hundred thousand years ago, they had fought in this World of Gods, and at that time, not a single god in this world had known their origins.
Even just before now, those gods of this world still likewise had not known where they had come from.
They knew even less that behind these Dark Demon Gods stood the Undead race.
Yet this ordinary human beside him actually knew.
"Who am I? Didn't I tell you just now? Actually, I'm also one of the Undead!" Nalant was no fool; naturally, he would not reveal his identity as the inheritor of the Creator God.
Who knew whether this Dark Demon God had some other method to transmit the information here to his other companions?
If he did, then once Nalant's identity as the inheritor of the Creator God was exposed, after the Undead race learned of it, they would probably come over at the first possible moment to deal with him.
Only, Nalant had not expected that in the face of his bluff, this Dark Demon God would already begin to half believe and half doubt it.
Because Nalant was simply too bizarre.
Not only did he possess a body similar to that of a Dark Demon God, he even knew the secret behind them.
In that case, if one said that the one before him was also an Undead, an Undead who had undergone some strange condition, it was not impossible.
And just as this Dark