"I want to take a look at your Netherworld treasure!"
At Rhodes's words, all of their expressions soured. They wanted to turn hostile, but their fear of his strength left them unable to decide whether to fight or not.
"Are you truly prepared to fight us to the death?" Lucifer asked, his expression dark.
"Hahaha! You want to fight me? Just the three of you?" Riding the invincible momentum of having slain Hades in a single move, Rhodes looked at them and laughed aloud.
The three looked even worse, while the unusual gleam on Hathaway's unnoticed face grew increasingly pronounced.
"It is not impossible to let you have a look, but the item is temporarily out of our hands. Someone stole it. We have kept her trapped for nearly a thousand years, and she still has not handed it over. If you can help us retrieve the treasure, I can authorize letting you have a look at the Undead Orb. What do you say?" After a moment of silence, Lucifer finally spoke.
"Pah! You need our help retrieving the treasure, and then you'll only let my big brother look at it? What are you thinking? In your dreams!" Pash really could not listen any longer. The Deities of the undead race probably had something wrong with their brains.
They imagined things far too favorably, offering a look as though granting a favor. They were clearly the weaker side, yet their words made it sound as though they were the victors.
"If we want a look, we'll go ourselves. As for you, you can leave now, or you can go keep Hades company!" Feeling that most of his soul power had recovered, Rhodes no longer intended to stall and forcefully ordered them out.
"What? You want us to leave? This is