"Rumble—!!"
Terrifying thunder rolled in from afar, like the rumble of distant thunder.
From atop his wizard tower, Charles looked into the distance, using the tower's sorcerous runes to scout the faraway situation.
The current battle was clearly Anog going to seek out Kolsama for a fight.
The battle had been fierce, allowing Anog to wash away his former disgrace in one fell swoop.
But both were sixth-rank Demon Lords. Anog had been beaten badly before, yet he had still ultimately managed to escape.
This time, the situation had reversed completely. Kolsama had been beaten badly, but he too escaped from Anog's grasp.
These two sixth-rank Demon Lords hurt each other in their battles, fighting far more fiercely than they had when facing the devils.
Back when they fought the devils, neither of them had been beaten so miserably.
And after their battle, Charles found an opportunity to contact Kolsama.
When Kolsama received the message,
he was lying in a poison-filled canyon, soaking in venom.
The viscous green poison around him churned constantly, bubbling away.
What it released was lethal toxic gas.
Kolsama snarled, "I knew it. That bastard really had a problem!"
"That damned wizard actually dared to stir up fights between Anog and me, going back and forth between us!"
"Don't let me get the chance. If I get the chance, I'll definitely kill you!"
But soon, he sank into the venom.
The injuries to his rules made him ache unbearably.
His voice drifted up from beneath the thick venom, raising bursts of bubbles. "Don't let me get the chance!"
"But right now, I still need him."
"I need healing potions too, damn it!"
In any world, two things were always the most profitable.
One was arms, and the other was medicine.
One was used to kill