Asmatos had regained his composure by now, and he looked at the One-Horned Devil Immortal with some surprise.
"You don't need to provoke me. Why are you so determined to bring me along? You could clearly surrender on your own."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal paused, then smiled. "Why go alone? Wouldn't two of us have more of an advantage?"
"Besides, I'm bringing you along not only because we know each other well, but also because you're a member of the Primordial Devil Race. You know the Devil Race better, so you'll be more useful than I am."
Asmat froze, then sank into thought.
His expression wavered. "But this amounts to betraying my race. My family, my friends, even..."
Before he could finish, the One-Horned Devil Immortal interrupted him. "Are you that sort of person? You're nothing of the kind."
"You're simply a powerful man who looks out for himself. If you truly cared about your race and family ties, you probably couldn't have risen to the position of a Quasi-Saint commander of the Devil Race."
"If you want some benefits, or status and glory, just say so. I'll negotiate with the Human Race. In any case, I can no longer get by among the Devil Race, so surrendering to the Human Race is nothing to be ashamed of."
From beginning to end, the One-Horned Devil Immortal had only been trying to stay alive.
Whether he survived by surrendering to the Human Race or by desperately climbing the ranks of the Devil Race made no difference.
As long as he could preserve the life of the One-Horned Devil Immortal and protect the One-Horned Beetle Clan, that would be his greatest glory.
Asmatos drew a deep breath. "Fine, you're right. I can surrender to the Human Race, but I must have my