While Drakthor was telling his nonsense, the ground beneath them suddenly began shaking crazily, making it difficult to stand properly. Dust started falling from the ceiling, giving everyone the feeling of being buried alive.
The n who had killed nearly half the won and severely beaten the rest, who were lying in pools of blood, also stopped their frenzied slaughter and began to shout in panic.
The won on the right side were the unluckiest, as they were all tied to torture machines. The earthquake worsened their condition. For example, the woman on the iron nail chair, who had previously managed to avoid sitting fully on the nail chair, and only the tips of the nails had entered her skin lost her balance and fell directly onto them, driving them deeper into her skin.
Like her everyone's condition only had worsened to maximum, but because their mouths were stitched, they couldn't even scream to express their pain.
Except for Edward, who was still chanting frantically, and his guards, everyone else was in panic. Even Myne was no exception, as he could see the cracks on the statue, signalling that real trouble was about to greet them.
Boom!
With another loud explosion, the statue suddenly shone with a red light before its outer layer broke apart, and a living vision of the statue appeared before everyone.
This creature was identical to the statue: two ters tall, red-skinned, with two heads, four arms, a long tail, wings, horns, an ugly face, a bald head, pointy ears, and most importantly, a snake-like thing between its legs that was actually alive, moving left and right like a real snake, offering a truly unpleasant sight.
The first thing the demon did after erging from the statue was to look at everyone with its magma-like red eyes. Then, with a clap of both pairs of arms, there was a sound like a balloon popping. The next mont, everyone except three people exploded in a bloody fountain, their blood and souls flowed toward him like a magnet toward iron, quickly rging into his body.
This not only caused the demon to make a very perverted face, as if he were having an orgasm, but his height also increased from two ters to five ters tall, making him look like a mountain.
Myne could also feel invisible chaotic magical energy trying to enter his body with ulterior purpose. He had already used all his defensive skills except two ultimate ones, which sohow managed to prevent the energy from entering him and giving him a chance to experience having the body burst like a balloon. However, the rest of the people weren't so lucky, and none of them survived.
Drakthor seems to have hidden a lot of power, and he was completely fine, not taking this level of attack seriously at all. anwhile, Edward, as the summoner, escaped the fate of his guards, for which he didn't feel the slightest bit of pity seeing them die aninglessly. He is probably scouting in his heart, "Everything for the greater good."
"What a wonderful feast! It has been years since I have eaten sothing so delicious. Child, I am impressed by your welco gift. Tell what you want; any one of your wishes can be fulfilled.
No need to hesitate; you can ask anything you desire," Zarathunathis' voice was not high-pitched or ugly as Myne expected, but very calm and gentle with a hint of heaviness, giving people a feeling of reliability. He spoke without releasing any kind of heavy pressure like most demons do to show their authority, as if they feared others might not be able to tell who was the boss.
However, just when he finished speaking, he noticed two additional people from the corner of his eyes who shouldn't be alive. He looked at them carefully and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.
"Oh, I didn't expect that I would encounter an acquaintance. I wonder what you are doing here, Mr...?"
"Drakthor, Lord Zarathunathis, Drakthor quickly introduced himself as soon as Zarathunathis paused. "Big admirer of yours. I was just passing by when I noticed this human was trying to summon you, so I thought of staying here a bit and greeting you before leaving.
You see, it would be rude if, even after knowing that Lord Zarathunathis was coming, I just ignored you and didn't co to show respect to you. You are my role model."
The more Drakthor spoke, the more humble he beca, and flattery was literally overflowing from his mouth. Myne wouldn't be surprised if he next saw Drakthor rush toward this two-headed bald demon and start kissing his feet to show how much he admired him.
"Hahahaha! As expected of , no matter where I go, there are always my admirers waiting for . You don't have to be so humble, Drakthor, my child. You are my admirer, and I am very good toward my people. Be natural and treat like a friend, hahaha...
And who are you, little guy?" After nodding with satisfaction at Drakthor, Zarathunathis turned his head slightly with a smile and looked at Myne beside him. Although he knew the other party was human, the strange demonic aura coming from his body was enough to make him curious and give him so basic respect, not directly crush him to death like an ant.
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"Lord Zarathunathis, I am your even bigger admiral than this idiot Drakthor, who can only talk but has nothing to prove," Myne declared, taking out a small 30-centitres tall golden statue of Zarathunathis from his Inventory. This was obviously created with his skill 'Unique Magic: Subli Obscurity,' although it had cost him a trendous amount of mana, enough to make his heart bleed.
But a smart man once said, "If you can't beat a powerful opponent, then befriend them while there is still ti." Naturally, he had no intention of fighting soone he couldn't beat, so there was no harm in becoming their temporary admiral and saving his puny life.
He quickly walked towards Zarathunathis, showing the statue closely. Since Zarathunathis was already five ters tall, Myne didn't even have to bow, as the other party had already lowered his head enough to see him, any further than this and he would have a wonderful look at his little monster brother.
"One day, I heard from my people that soone was trying to summon you. Just to et you, I ca from a very far place. It took nearly two years of travelling before I could reach here. Thankfully, I didn't miss the most important mont and saw you co to our world with my own eyes," Myne continued, his Liar skill working at maximum capacity.
Except for Drakthor, who knew the inside information, both Edward and Zarathunathis believed Myne's nonsense, especially the latter who looked so happy that the smile on his face showed no signs of fading.
Zarathunathis waved his hand, and the golden statue in Myne's hand floated towards him, stopping before his face. He examined it carefully, nodding occasionally. Finally, he spoke in a language none of them understood and tapped the statue with his finger.
Bloody red runes appeared one after another on the statue, soon covering it entirely, turning it from golden to blood red before returning it to Myne.
"I am very impressed with your love for . As a reward, I bestow upon you this special statue. In the future, you can kill people and collect their souls in it. I have connected this thing to my own warehouse, and there is a special interface in it that will show you everything I have. You can exchange them for souls and beco powerful.
Currently, you are too weak and need more power if you truly want to be useful to one day."
"So use it wisely and beco powerful. My blessing is with you, child," Zarathunathis said with a booming laugh, leaving Drakthor speechless in the background. He couldn't understand why Myne was getting such a high-level reward while he was completely ignored by everyone, just because he couldn't take out a golden statue?
"Thank you, thank you so much, Lord Zarathunathis. I will do my best to quickly beco powerful and be qualified enough to be of use to you one day," Myne said, bowing deeply while hugging the bloody red statue as if it were his life's most precious thing and slowly backing off. He hadn't expected to get such a high-quality artefact just by speaking nonsense.
It was literally a portable shop that could be used anywhere. If he had known, he would surely have put in more effort. Maybe a fake tattoo of Zarathunathis on his back would have impressed him more.
"All right, now that everyone here is my own people, then Mr. Summoner, tell what you desire? But rember to ask for sothing grand, don't ask for useless things like wealth, won, etc.
If you have power, those things will automatically co to you," Zarathunathis finally turned his attention to Edward, the protagonist of the chapter, who was ignored by everyone from beginning to end and has been watching everything like an idiot.
He is unable to digest how he has beco the least important person in the room, and those two bastards who had clearly co to kill him had suddenly beco his demon's bootlickers, and one of them had even gotten a magical item just by saying a bunch of nonsense and showing a golden statue, also why the f*ck he even had golden statue with him?
"Hoo, all right, I have long ago thought of this, Lord Zarathunathis. I wanted to be the most powerful person alive in the entire world and be immortal, unable to die from things like age, illness, injuries, or even if my head is cut off, I want to be able to recover in a matter of seconds," Edward spoke loudly.
Although he had no idea about the na of the demon he had summoned. Since Myne and Drakthor had spoken and the other party hadn't refused, he also used that weird na and spoke out his desire wish with arms wide open.
"Is it just , or do you also think that's more than one wish?" Myne asked confusedly to Drakthor beside him, still tightly hugging the statue.
"There's no lack of idiots in the world, especially in your human race. You can even say it's a very common thing among you who are known for their greedy nature. You all think that we demons are idiots and can be easily fooled, just because we are continuously losing angist angles."
"This leads them to take us lightly, and this idiot would be thinking that If he tells the Lord many of their wishes in a single sentence, he can get everything. If I were in Lord Zarathunathis's place, I would have surely taught this fool a good lesson for looking down on .
But sadly, Lord Zarathunathis is a very generous demon, and he wouldn't take this kind of offence to heart," Drakthor said politely with full admiration and respect for Zarathunathis. Now he was trying his best to get a reward by bootlicking as well.
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