Although the Civilization Devourer displayed many inhuman traits, Richard could sense that beneath those inhuman traits lurked a greed as deep as the Abyss.
The Civilization Devourer was a creature that could never be satisfied.
He had been born to devour war, to devour civilizations.
Though He often displayed astonishing calm and restraint, whenever there was something to be greedily taken, He would never give up even the slightest benefit.
Just like before.
Richard's soul had already been tainted by His blasphemous whispers, and his body was being controlled by His thorns.
Under such circumstances, there was no way He would let something as valuable as the Creation Hammer slip away.
Of course, even if He had let it go, the Creation Hammer would have struck the Civilization Devourer according to the commands Richard had set in advance.
Richard knew that even if he could kill one of the three avatars,
the remaining avatars could still hold him back.
He was not a leader. He had merely reached a leader's level in defense.
Therefore, if he wanted to interfere in the war below, he had to wipe out all three Civilization Devourer avatars in one sweep.
That was not an easy goal to achieve, so Richard could only take a dangerous gamble, using himself as bait to hook the Civilization Devourer.
Judging by the results so far, his plan had worked spectacularly.
Golden Miracle Fire blazed fiercely. With Richard using it at any cost, an endless torrent of Miracle Fire surged forth from the Miracle Furnace.
Even though the Civilization Devourer could resist Miracle Fire, beneath those endless flames, he could only lower his banners and beat his drums no more.
They wanted to escape, but how could Richard possibly give them the chance?
The mystic gravity well pinned them