"I... I only..." Gilbert the Flame Demon said hoarsely, unable to find the words.
Was he supposed to admit they had come to invade Mephisto the King of Destruction's territory?
That they had even hoped for a chance to eliminate Mephisto and Baal together?
Sweat trickled down his forehead. He could barely hide his panic.
Diabolo's sudden appearance—and above all, the ease with which he had killed Dilanx, the Prison Lord of Ice and Snow Prison—had terrified the demons. Every Fourth-Level Demon who had come here was shaken to the core.
A powerful Fourth-Level Demon, a Prison Lord no less, had been crushed before their eyes without even a chance to struggle.
Just how powerful was the being before them?
Was he one of those legendary Sky Demons? Or perhaps even a World Lord?
"Can't come up with an answer? Tsk, tsk."
Diabolo shook his head and swept a finger through the air. With a tearing sound, half of Gilbert's body ripped apart. An arm and a leg were crushed to pieces by empty space.
"Aaah!"
"No, don't!"
Gilbert howled in agony. Nearly half his body had been torn away. Even if his demonic recovery eventually healed him, his strength would plummet, leaving him a lowly demon for the rest of his life!
Whoosh!
A black Fear Mark sank straight into the brow of the still-screaming Gilbert.
"I hear from Baal that Elysia is among your demons. Good. Which of you serves this useless wretch?" Diabolo gave Gilbert a cold smile, then raised his head to ask the others.
"Two of you, come carry this wretch away. Take this crown too. It belongs to Elysia now. She is one of the candidates I have chosen to be the next Prison Lord of Fire Prison. Understood?"
After a moment's hesitation, two