At Jiang Hao's words, Baalzebul smiled with delight. The corners of his mouth lifted as he explained his situation.
"My True Form has already been reborn on the Main Plane as a human. I'm eight years old now... Don't look at me like that. The me before you really is just an empty shell with a divine station and power. You couldn't tell because the Nether Scroll concealed it from your senses."
The Nether Scroll? Jiang Hao's eyes narrowed. "Isn't the Nether Scroll in Asmodeus's hands?"
Baalzebul smiled. "I took it while he was away."
He took it while Asmodeus was away... Next time Asmodeus goes out, maybe I should drop by and take something too. Jiang Hao kept that thought to himself and waited for Baalzebul to continue.
"My titles now are the Seventh Devil Lord, the Flawless and Perfect Sovereign, the Great Blood God Baalzebul..."
"My Church is called the Blood Church. Most of its Priests are Bloodline Sorcerers who've implanted Devil bloodlines. Once I'm gone, please look after them so they don't all die before I become a True God. But don't tell them where I am, in case they sell me out."
"After all, I'm not a True God yet. I can't use the threads of Faith to see how devout they are."
"Of course, if you think False God Priests are beneath you and would embarrass you, you could give my Priests Divine Power and turn them into True God Priests..."
"No. I have nothing against False God Priests." Jiang Hao cut off the Devil Lord's wishful thinking. This member of the Astral Race must have fallen from the Sevenfold Heavenly Mountain because he spent too much time dreaming up happy endings.
"People say Gods are stingy. I see they're right."
Baalzebul pursed his lips.