When Lynn saw Constantine, he was... not in very good shape.
His clothes were in tatters, his stubble was quite long, and a chunk of his messy hair had been burned clean off. He looked as though someone had stuffed him into a furnace for some training.
"Constantine, you know something about refining immortal pills too?"
Lynn did not have a kind word to say. He opened with a jab: "Just don't go refining yourself. We had a monkey who nearly burned his own eyes blind doing that. Learn from his mistake."
Constantine had no time for Lynn's nonsense. The moment he saw Lynn, his eyes lit up. He rushed over, slapped Lynn on the shoulder, then ran past him like the wind. His voice drifted back from far behind him. "Good brother! I'm leaving it to you! Hold them off for a while—I'm going to get help!!"
What help?
Lynn had only just arrived and had barely said a single sentence. How could he possibly know what was going on?
But he did not need time to figure it out. Thick smoke billowed up from the woods in the distance, naturally revealing the situation to him.
A dark red body, fiery markings, completely black pupils, backward-bending black goat hooves, and a pair of huge curled horns raised high above its head.
It was a demon, an Advanced Demon approaching its complete form.
Other than its rather strange height—only around five feet tall—the creature before Lynn was already the highest-ranking, most powerful demon he could imagine.
So...
This thing was Trigon?
Five feet tall?!
The demon's height made it difficult for Lynn to take it completely seriously, but he soon paid the price for his carelessness.
"Urdissara, aututu, yedansawuvi..."
Though this demon, whose mind may or may not have snapped,