Undead Lords were more or less eccentric. The more powerful and ancient they were, the more eccentric they would be. They would always need some hobby to pass their time. As time passed, their past memories would shatter into pieces, and new memories would randomly accumulate. Their personalities would become slightly abnormal, far too normal.
"Is this another way of saying that being too lonely will make you a pervert? How convincing, old pervert Roland. "
"Silly cat, shut up. How about we calculate the age difference between us and see who's more likely to be an old pervert … Fine, let go of that innocent eggplant."
Undead Emperors were even more so. Undead Emperors were the undead among the undead. Only the most paranoid of paranoid Undead Emperors would be able to reach their current level. I had yet to meet an Undead Emperor who was mentally healthy. Undead Emperors were either schizophrenic, paranoid, or severely paranoid. At any rate, they were a bunch of weirdos who thought and acted normally.
When I talked with Sandro, I discovered to my astonishment that he was actually quite normal … Yes, I was astonished because he was relatively normal.
He was logical, logical, and reasonable. He was capable of communicating, and could even joke around. He was completely able to communicate normally, which made me cry tears of gratitude.
"What do you mean? You're making it sound like the other Undead Emperors are all lunatics who want to destroy the world at the slightest disagreement …"
"Cough, cough, look over there."
Harloys was rather displeased that I was talking about everything. However, I only indicated for her to look at the devil army that was continuously pouring out of the Chaos Abyss, and her voice became quieter and quieter.
Shupnus had once again broken my bottom line. Those Chaos Abyss teleportation portals were currently transforming into permanent Dimensional Doors, while the Death Planes were closing. As long as this continued, this place would become the devils' new territory.
"Is Shupnus a Lei Feng who loves to help others? He doesn't know that at this point, even if he manages to conquer this land, it won't be the undead's territory anymore. Or perhaps he wants to conquer something that can't be transmitted, and that he doesn't need it anymore … Cough, I mean, since he can't obtain it, he might as well destroy it all. "
Although I was joking, I was actually in a rather bad mood.
A powerful devil's aura suddenly rose up in the distance. Yet another Devil Lord had entered the mortal plane. In the past, the Order Gods who were supposed to be the scapegoats … I meant, the demons slaying Order Gods, would likely not appear at all.
From a certain standpoint, our alliance also meant that we had separated from the Holy Light Faction. While we obtained independence, we would no longer be able to enjoy the same benefits as before.
This Devil Wave could only be stopped by the alliance of humans and the Gods of Hades. A Main God leading two Devil Lords, as well as an endless devil army … Just the thought of it gave everyone a headache.
But from another perspective, this was also an opportunity, an opportunity to display his strength and confidence.
As long as they were victorious, it would prove that the Hades Faction was completely capable of protecting their own subordinates, giving them a chance to contend against the Order Faction. As long as they could survive this, the previously unknown Hades Faction would immediately gain a huge boost in reputation.
Heaven and Hell were very far apart. Opportunity and danger existed at the same time. It all depended on how one grasped it …
"If you get distracted again, that guy will leave."
"Cough, aren't you helping me keep an eye on him? I'm just trusting you."
At this moment, we are tailing someone, and the one we are tailing is the Mummy Lord, who is wearing a suit despite being tied up with bandages all over his body.
He wore a black suit, a swallowtail coat, a round hat, a black cane, and a monocle. Even though he was a mummy who couldn't move around easily, he was dressed like a noble's butler from three hundred years ago. He left a deep impression on me.
This mummy was Sandro's trusted aide, and he was incredibly close to Sandro. Back then, Sandro even used this mummy as his "mouthpiece" due to his inability to speak.
Perhaps if I followed this mummy, I would be able to find Sandro himself.
The old gentleman mummy walked quite slowly. Undead like him wouldn't be able to catch up to him quickly. All I needed to do was follow him from afar. When he turned into a Soul-Summoning Tower, I decided to appear in front of him.
After all, we were allies, the type that didn't use quotation marks. Rather than continue tailing him, it would be better to directly talk to him.
"… Um, Phil?"
If I recalled correctly, that should be his name. However, my appearance surprised him for a moment before he was obviously delighted.
"Your Majesty Roland … please come over here. Be careful of spies."
His simple words revealed far too much information.
As Sandro's trusted aide, he had to be careful here. Careful of who? Why would he be careful?
Ten minutes later, we completed our deal under the night sky … I meant, we completed the exchange of information regarding the "spies."
Just as I expected, Sandro had a falling out with Shupnus right after the first battle. Sandro had even directly left with his subordinates.
Sandro had kept Phil here in order to provide information to the human allied armies. Even if I didn't meet him, Phil would have voluntarily visited me and provided information to the human allied armies.
"How sly."
"Indeed, sly old fox."
Harloys and I had the same evaluation of Sandro. However, Phil was in a rather awkward situation. He was basically saying bad things about his boss to his face, and it just so happened that neither Sandro nor Shupnus were easy targets to offend.
Sandro was indeed sly. Even if an existence like him continued to be a bystander in the undead army, nobody would be able to order him to risk his life on the battlefield. And Sandro had intentionally … the only possibility was that he had a falling out with Shupnus on purpose. That was to give Shupnus an excuse to "surrender" to the humans. He was also saying, "I'm not on Shupnus's side, so don't blame Bardi's blood feud on me."
In that case, with our recommendation, it would be easier for Shupnus to be accepted by all human society.
The only victim here was probably Shupnus himself. Even though he had clearly won, he discovered that he had been betrayed by everyone in a single night.
He had worked so hard to win the battle, but not only did his allies betray him, they even cut off his army supply and food supplies, and even threw him into the hands of his enemies. This was no ordinary overboard. No wonder Shupnus was so angry that he directly gathered reinforcements from the Chaos Abyss to destroy the world.
"He's selling out his allies, isn't he? That's rather despicable."
"He's selling out his allies! Isn't that super despicable? "
Phil felt even more awkward. Couldn't these two higher-ups say something nicer? Although everyone knew that this was the truth, they couldn't possibly make him say it in front of his subordinates. This meant that he had to decide whether or not to tell them the truth. If he told them the truth, it would seem petty, but if he didn't, it would seem like he was being disloyal to his leader.
Of course, I didn't care about what Phil thought. Being able to meet him saved me a lot of effort.
And then, I intended to run away …
Fight the undead and devils' allied army by myself? I didn't want to die young and have my tombstone marked with "stupidity" and "overconfidence" as the cause of my death. I felt that the silly cat and the others would really do something like that.
I had no choice but to run away. If it had been any other situation, I might have tried, but with the Devil Lord of Tyranny here, I didn't want to try fighting a Main God by myself.
Although others believed that I was able to chase away Sophocles the Deceiver and instantly kill the Seraphim because of my personal power level, I knew that I was still far from being a Main God. The only reason I was able to do all this was because of my special abilities. I had prepared a powerful trump card specifically designed to deal with demons, angels, and devils …
"By the way, devils are also on the list of Chaos creatures. They're also countered by my trump card. Should I try …"
A bold (suicidal) idea popped up in my mind. Perhaps with my combination of abilities, I would be able to do something.
What if I failed?
Personally, I was quite confident in my ability to escape. At most, I would just run for my life again.
If I didn't run, I would offend the devils and be hunted down by the devils?
What a joke. Hadn't I offended the devils enough already? I was probably the mortal that the God of Tyranny wanted to kill the most. As long as he won and took over this area — no, as long as he gained a stable foothold in the mortal plane, he would definitely come looking for me for revenge no matter what.
"Since I can accept both success and failure (I'm already as bad as I can be), why not try it?"
After making up my mind, I flashed Phil a friendly smile (that I thought was friendly) and ignored his rude action of suddenly taking a large step backwards. At a time like this, I would have to rely on the local tyrant.
But first …
The scenery around me instantly changed as I returned to the familiar land of black Hades.
"Let's first ask Phil's old teammate. Little Tias, what powerful abilities does your housekeeper — no, Tyranny have? Does he have any weaknesses? Where are his weaknesses? "
Others would always have a grandpa by their side, but I would always have my opponent's former teammate by my side. At any rate, teammates were meant to be sold. Let me give that little devil an unexpected surprise and welcome ceremony.
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