The magic power condensed in the demon sword stirred the earth and the sky. It was on the verge of exploding and devastating the entire area. There were continuous roars that seemed to urge its master. 

“......”

Baal was still silent. He stood still and didn’t wield his sword. 

His eyes remained on Grid. It was more like meditating. In fact, Baal’s eyelids were half-closed. He was trying to ignore Grid, who was pointing a finger at his own chest and provoking him. It was because he didn’t know what type of nonsense the epic would say if he looked at it clearly. 

‘Is it the feeling of a toy?’ 

Baal let out a laugh. It was the aftermath of realizing that he was playing on the top of Grid’s palm. He had been wielding the fate of others at will and forcing his choices, but now he ended up in the opposite position. 

All types of emotions rushed over him like a tide. 

‘...It is unpleasant.’ 

Baal smiled and suppressed his competitive spirit. He gave an obvious answer to the choice Grid presented. 

First of all, he activated the Demon’s Cradle. 

The Demon’s Cradle—most of the demons and demonic creatures that inhabited hell were born there. Baal planned to summon the newly born demonic creatures and demons immediately to his side and used them as a means to attack Grid. 

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Damian, the leader of the Overgeared God Church—he, who had previously been happily looking at the portrait of the pregnant Isabel, doubtfully asked, “Uh? Isn’t it suddenly...