"Ancient God Cult? What's that? "
Unexpectedly, the Silver King Ismen did not know about this.
The Silver King was different from the other Demon King, 'The Thinker' Roscher.
The Thinker liked to study human society and would often transform into a human to conduct 'experiments' in human towns. Of course, the results of his experiments would always end in destruction.
The Silver King, on the other hand, was high and mighty. He enjoyed the pleasure and pleasure of leading an army and was disdainful of the weak humans. Therefore, he knew very little about human society and did not know that some humans worshipped him as a god.
After the human man's explanation, Ismen finally understood.
"Boring."
Ismen snorted. "Human, if you think that worshipping me will allow you to be forgiven, that's impossible. Now, you can say your last words. "
"No, no!"
The human man shouted. "Great Silver King, there is indeed an important matter that needs to be reported to you! In a human town, an outsider who is a threat to you has appeared. The King of Calamity fell at his feet! "
Ismen snorted. "Nonsense. Tifar, that useless fellow, had been killed by the three Undead Lords under his command, who had rebelled and rebelled against him. It has nothing to do with humans. "
"No, this is just a trick to deceive you and the other gods! In fact, this outsider is a powerful summoner. The three Undead Lords are his servants! Also, he is called 'Christos' by the prophet, which means' Savior '… "
"Hahahahaha …"
Ismen laughed loudly, his voice echoing in the entire hall. For a moment, it was as if thousands of people were echoing his laughter.
The human man covered his ears in pain and knelt on the ground, wailing.
Ismen stopped laughing. "Savior? What a cute word. Lowly human, I didn't know that you have such unrealistic delusions. "
"This is not a joke, Great Silver King! It is said that the demons killed by the Savior cannot be reborn. Their souls have been destroyed! "
After pausing for a moment, the human man said anxiously, "As long as the King of Calamity and the Demon Lords under him are not reborn after some time, you will understand! However, I'm afraid it'll be too late by then because that outsider known as the Savior is still gathering an army and growing stronger … "
Ismen's expression became a little more serious.
"Unable to be reborn …"
The human male nodded furiously.
"What is thy name?" Yismen suddenly asked.
"Great Silver King, your humble servant's name is Abbott, Abbott Love," said the man excitedly.
"The news you brought is very interesting."
"I have a way to check if the souls of the King of Calamity and other demons still exist. If the truth is as you say, I will give you a reward. "
"Yes!"
Traitor Abbott's heart was actually pounding. He could only pray that the rumors of the Savior being able to destroy the souls of devils were true. Otherwise, he would be the unlucky one.
Ismen gently knocked on the throne. Suddenly, the top of the throne split to the left and right, and a tray extended from it.
On the tray, there was a gray skull.
Ismen held the skull in his hand and closed his eyes slightly.
Time ticked by. It was only a few minutes, but it felt so long.
Finally, traitor Abbott waited until Ismen opened his eyes.
"What you said is true. In the Demon God's domain, I really can't sense the souls of Tifar and the Demon Lords under him. It seems that they have all been destroyed. "
Demon Guard Gordan, who had been standing silently by the side, was shocked when he heard this. He immediately felt a bit of panic.
However, Ismen's expression was still very calm. He stood up and placed the skull back into the throne. "Since the threat has been confirmed, send the army to eliminate it."
Demon Guard Gordan immediately said, "Great Ruler, please give the order!" He pointed at himself. "I am willing to serve you and eliminate all enemies who dare to block you."
This Demon Guard Gordan was Ismen's trusted aide. Although he didn't have the strength of a King, he had the template of a Rare Lord. His strength was basically the strongest below the Seven Demon Kings.
"No." Ismen rejected Gordan's request for battle. "Send the order to Aligante and Sulfuron. Summon the Demon Army under them!"
Gordan was slightly shocked. "You want to send two Demon Kings?"
Aligante was the original name of the King of Pride, while Sulfuron was the original name of the King of Pain.
After the death of the King of Calamity, Tifast, these two lesser Demon Kings were the only two King-level powerhouses under Ismen's command. Of course, the most powerful thing about them was the Demon Army under them. Each Demon King had over ten thousand Demon Soldiers.
"Not only that, I want to personally lead the Demon Army of the City of Silver as the main force to launch an attack!"
Ismen laughed. "Sending my subordinates to their deaths is of no use other than strengthening the enemy's strength. Therefore, when facing the enemy, we must use all our strength! Thirty thousand Demon Soldiers will surround that human outsider from three directions. We must capture him alive! He is very important. "
"Understood."
Demon Guard Gordan immediately retreated.
"As for you." Ismen looked at 'Traitor' Albert Loff. "I have already said that I will give thee a satisfactory reward."
"Thank you, Ancient God! Praise the Ancient God! "
Albert Loff immediately knelt down.
Ismen smiled eerily. Suddenly, black and red tentacles of flesh and blood extended from the ground and pierced into Abbott Lov's body.
"Spare, spare me, Great … Ahhhhh!"
Albert Loff let out a miserable howl.
"Learn how to endure torture. Only then will thou be qualified to receive my reward and inflict this torture on more living beings," Ismen sat back on his throne and taught earnestly.
Green veins popped out on the surface of Albert Loff's skin like a centipede. They were still wriggling. His body gradually grew taller, his back hunched, and pitch-black fingernails began to grow out of his hands …
After the miserable howls subsided, Albert Loff's appearance had changed drastically.
He was three meters tall, and there seemed to be a huge sarcoma on his back. His face was distorted, and sharp black claws grew out of his skinny arms. As for his legs, they had become two rows of beetle-like appendages. They wriggled at an extremely fast speed and emitted a powerful aura. He had evolved from a Leader to a Lord level expert.
"Very good. It seems that the corruption and distortion of thy soul is deeper than I expected."
Ismen nodded in satisfaction. "Don't use that lowly human name anymore. From now on, your real name is Angouresh, Twisted Bone! "
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