Baal looked at Alvin with a bitter smile. "Boss, you told me to cooperate with them as much as I could, and I haven't held anything back."
Baal watched Alvin's eyes narrow slightly and said helplessly, "But if the Space Gate keeps opening so often, sooner or later, even more powerful Demons will come through.
"But I have no excuse to refuse them, so I can only do my best to cooperate. Every now and then, I put a little pressure on them to get them to rein things in."
Alvin heard him out and shook his head helplessly, understanding what Baal meant.
The Military were typical hardheads who wouldn't stop until they saw the coffin. They were testing how far they could push him, then trying to operate the Space Gate at the very limit of what he could tolerate.
There was nothing inherently wrong with that approach, except that the testing process was a pain in the ass, and the consequences were truly bad.
Alvin believed Baal really was doing his best. Without humanity's support, he wouldn't be able to hold out at all.
Even letting low-level Demons into the camp was a warning to them, and it was still within the Military's ability to handle.
From that, it was clear Baal had no say in the matter!
The Military hadn't oppressed Baal the way Nidavellir had oppressed the Dwarves because they genuinely couldn't do without him—and because they couldn't beat him.
The detector in Alvin's helmet picked up another high-energy reaction not far ahead. Without hesitation, he hurled a Thunderstorm in that direction.
Baal watched excitedly as several slender figures in the lightning storm ahead were charred to a crisp. He gestured for his guards to leave first, then smiled at Alvin. "Thank you for your help.