Inside the Second Hell World, the world on the other side of the rift on Mars.
The One-Horned Demon, the Minotaur, and a newly arrived Ten-Winged Angel had gathered to discuss Earth devouring Mars.
"Birdman, what do you make of this?"
Cooperation between angels, demons, and beastmen could hardly be harmonious. The way they addressed one another alone made that clear.
"Neither of you veterans knows what's going on. What advice could a newcomer like me possibly offer?"
"Hmph. A birdman will always be a birdman."
"One-Horn, you'd better show me some respect, or I won't mind passing judgment on you myself."
"Pass judgment on me? You?"
"Come on, you two. We're here to deal with the Eastern cultivators today. That passage through the rift is about to disappear. If you keep this up, I'm heading back first."
"Hmph. Old Bull, let's each take a force through. Don't tell me we can't get anything done without this birdman!"
The One-Horned Demon rose angrily, but the Ten-Winged Angel remained motionless.
At that, the One-Horned Demon lost patience and strode outside. His demon army had already assembled. Even if this negotiation between the three races ultimately failed, the demons would march without hesitation.
After more than a decade of investigation, he had concluded that the mighty being from back then was not truly a mighty being, but the will governing the laws of a small world.
Although he still did not understand why that small world's governing will had deliberately targeted him.
Being frightened off by that governing will last time had been humiliating enough. This time, he had assembled a full five thousand demons. Even if the planet's will restricted him again,
he believed those five thousand demons would be enough to destroy the humans.
As the One-Horned Demon moved, the