Just then, Asmatos pulled him aside, and the two set up a soundproof Barrier. "What do we do now?"
If they kept refusing, they would probably provoke everyone's anger.
The One-Horned Devil Immortal was somewhat speechless. He said apprehensively, "The arrow is already on the bowstring. We have no choice but to loose it. If we keep making excuses, they'll probably get suspicious."
"But how are we supposed to break the formation? I don't know the first thing about it!"
Asmatos rubbed his chin. "I've studied formations somewhat. Most defensive formations have a limit to what they can withstand. Though the Human Race's formation is formidable, surely it isn't so strong that no one can break it."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal's eyes lit up. "Asmatos, you mean we break it by force?"
Asmatos nodded. "Exactly. The devil race has plenty of people, anyway. We'll gather them together-the more, the better. We have to find some way to break this grand formation."
"And even if we can't, we can just say we didn't have enough people, not that our formation-breaking skills were lacking."
"That should take some of the pressure off us, too."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal nodded. "All right, you're right. That's what we'll do."
It was indeed a good plan. There would be difficulties, but it was quite practical.
The two then discussed the details.
Those outside had long since grown impatient.
"What are those two up to? If they can break it, then break it. If they can't, forget it. Why put up a soundproof Barrier and act so mysterious?"
"Hmph, a boor like you wouldn't understand. Do you think something as wondrous as breaking a formation can be decided on a whim?"
"Exactly! Naturally, they have their own methods for breaking it. You have to let them