"Of course! Why else would I come to you?" Seeing that the once-languid De Moya had finally been roused to anger, Attilabo was delighted. "His name is Tang Changsheng. According to the information my Believers sent me, he's already reached the Demigod realm. He won't be easy to deal with!"
"A Demigod?" Black smoke puffed from De Moya's nostrils. He looked thoroughly scornful. "What's one mere Demigod? I've killed more than I can count!"
"True. A mere Demigod is nothing," Attilabo agreed.
In their own world, even an entire legion of Demigods, let alone a single one, would not have caught the invading coalition's eye.
But this was another world, a place where their power was suppressed and their influence could scarcely penetrate.
"A mere Demigod is nothing. But you must understand: he's a Demigod Hero. He may be the Demigod Hero born in that world specifically to resist our invasion!"
Pff! A cloud of black smoke laced with fire burst from De Moya's nostrils. This time, it was not mockery but fear.
De Moya had once been a Demigod Hero himself. No one understood better than he did what such a hero truly was.
His expression changed sharply. "Does that mean a Chief God stands behind this Demigod Hero, Tang Changsheng?"
"No, no, De Moya, you've forgotten. That world has no Chief Gods, not even heavenly gods... But however weak that world is, it should still have a Gaia Consciousness..."
"That's why I've come to ask you to join me in destroying Tang Changsheng. We must not give him any chance to grow stronger!"
"Then what are we waiting for?" De Moya rose with a beat of his wings. The flames covering him swiftly drew back, settling against his body like feathers.
A Demigod Hero was, in other words,