Rasma absorbed the tremendous force with his bodily defenses, and he soon returned to his original position.
But the whole sequence of being slapped away had already played out. The damage was slight, but the humiliation was complete, especially since this former High Priest had only just condensed a Godhead Fragment. He was opening a new chapter of his life, at the very height of his confidence.
And in coming alone to the door to "persuade Dis to surrender," he had also wanted to prove himself before his "old rival."
Unfortunately, this attempt had turned out even worse than his previous challenges. He had suffered a setback without even seeing Dis.
Rasma raised his head and looked toward the roof.
A woman stood on the roof, wearing a black long dress and a hood, holding a magic wand, a smile at the corners of her mouth.
Then a demon beast resembling a warhorse appeared beside her. Its golden fur looked like burning flames, and it radiated a powerful pressure.
Rasma asked, "Who are you?"
He had not expected Dis to bring in outside help. That was not how Dis did things.
More importantly, if he was going to bring in help, why had he not done so last time, rather than now, when the situation was even more oppressive?
"You don't know me, but I know you, little Rasma. You're already so old, yet you haven't changed at all. Still so impatient, still so eager to prove yourself."
Puer flipped over and settled onto Kevin's back in his demon beast form.
She had already changed from a cat into a human, so it would have been rather inappropriate for Kevin to remain in his original golden retriever form. The noble and holy Miss Paul could hardly ride into battle on