"Dwarf, surrender already! Don't hesitate anymore!"
Faced with the Dwarf's magnificent feat of choosing death over submission, everyone in the surrounding stands, no matter what race they were from, aside from the Dark Demon Gods and the Devil Race, had their hearts in their throats for him and kept shouting toward him.
But the Dwarf clenched his teeth, seemingly still with no intention of surrendering, as if honor, in his eyes, had already become more important than life.
Nalant sighed. It seemed he really had to prepare for the worst and use the final plan.
And the Dwarves were also the only race Allen admired in this world.
Their tempers were a little fiery, but they were absolutely straightforward, absolutely brave and rule-abiding, generous toward others, and without much scheming.
Naturally, he would not truly harm this Dwarf either.
Just as Allen slowly raised his long blade and prepared to put on a burst of acting, a clever god in the arena suddenly said, "Dwarf, surrender quickly! If you die under the blade of this short Dark Demon God, you'll be laughed at from now on!"
Everyone who heard this was stunned, including the Dwarf, and Nalant as well.
"This short Dark Demon God is the weakest among the Dark Demon Gods, and also the most cowardly. In the future, he will definitely become the shame of the Dark Demon God clan. That is already beyond doubt."
"A strange flower of the Dark Clan like this will surely become a joke for the next hundred years, or even a thousand. And Dwarf, if you're killed by him, what do you think people will think of you?"
"The reason you refuse to surrender now is nothing more than honor. But the problem is, if you really are killed by him, then