Botis was almost as powerful as high-level demon lords, yet it was helpless against Gi-Gyu. Or, more accurately, helpless against the Lou possessing Gi-Gyu’s body.

“Kyaaa!”

Botis couldn’t even speak anymore because Lou had crushed his jaw. Such an injury should have healed quickly, but the one who broke the jaw was the Lord of Death, or maybe even death itself. Being nearly as strong as a high-level demon was no help, as death was here to take him, and he could only tremble with his head bowed now.

Showing his teeth, which were covered in blood and flesh, Gi-Gyu whispered, “Botis.”

“P…l…e…a…s…e…” Botis replied with his crushed jaw. Many feared Botis in hell, but everyone, including Botis, feared Lou in hell.

“Why are you obeying Andras?” asked Gi-Gyu. Noticing Gi-Gyu’s curiosity, Botis’ eyes brightened a little. The demon king wanted information, which meant Botis might still survive this.

“T…h…a…t’s…” Botis began to stammer when suddenly…

Crack!

Gi-Gyu ripped Botis’ head off. Grinning widely,...