Great gushes of purple-gold brain matter mixed with petals spurted from the broken horns.
Chu Men casually tossed the two broken horns to Clark in midair, then raised his right foot.
He planted it between the two small horns remaining on Trigon's head.
He lowered his head, dark red light blazing in his pitch-black eyes:
"Since the flowers growing on you look pretty nice, I'll take you as our Divine Temple's third guard beast."
[Absolute Spiritual Imprint]!
Boom!
Thick, dark red chains of law ran down through Chu Men's sole and bored straight through Trigon's skull.
They brutally drove into the core of his demonic godhead!
Trigon's enormous body convulsed violently for five seconds. The brutality and madness in his two remaining solitary eyes were rapidly erased, both turning an obedient dark red.
His originally thirty-thousand-meter-tall body shrank rapidly under the imprint's compression.
In the end, he became a bipedal, red-skinned dog only three meters tall, covered in little pink flowers, with two broken horns.
He lay obediently at Chu Men's feet, tongue hanging out as he panted:
"Woof... Master, Little Three pays his respects."
Chu Men nodded in satisfaction and dusted off his hands:
"All right. Heavenly Realm, Hell, and another dimension. That makes three guards. Let's head home."
At the very second Trigon submitted completely and the Azarath Dimension was swallowed by the Divine Temple's laws.
Countless billions upon billions of light-years from Earth lay the "Still Dimension," in the cracks between time and space.
Inside an ancient Round Table Hall constructed entirely from arcane runes and star paths.
Nine projections of supreme ancient gods, shrouded in brilliant radiance and chaotic mist, sat around the round table.
They were the supreme rulers who governed the origins of all magic in the Multiverse.
The High Council of the **[Lord