As Baal clung to Alvin's leg and complained, he glared viciously at Marg, who was still undergoing its transformation.
That made Marg forget even the pain in its body. It curled up, enduring the scorching flames, and refused to meet Baal's eyes no matter what.
Baal's halfhearted complaints irritated Alvin. He grabbed the demon by the neck and hauled him upright, then punched him in the stomach.
Watching Baal spit up a mouthful of bile, Alvin said irritably, "I already agreed to help you hatch the eggs. You don't have to keep reminding me.
Can't you really handle these bugs?
If you brought in a few hundred of those fire-breathing dragons, how many bugs could possibly withstand the bombardment?
Do you think I've never seen a demon army?
I saw one when I chopped Mephisto up!"
Baal wasn't really afraid of the bugs. He was weeping and wailing just to get Alvin to pay him a little more attention.
He'd never witnessed the terror of a swarm, so why would he fear bugs?
In fact, there weren't many people besides Alvin who could scare him.
Without the Bifrost, Asgardians weren't a threat in a fight. These demons weren't afraid of them.
What Baal didn't know was that Alvin was also talking nonsense to comfort him.
Everyone who had lived through the Nidavellir Plague was extremely wary of bugs.
Norman Osborn was an important man, yet he'd volunteered to stay behind and help clear the camp for a reason.
Since things had already come to this, Alvin naturally had to give Baal a little encouragement.
Baal was right about one thing: this chaotic region had to be sealed off. If even one bug escaped to Earth, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Looking at Baal's sheepish expression after being "found out," Alvin