"Indeed. Is an old eagle better than a young crow?"

If he had been hit by that attack without any preparation, he could have suffered fatal damage. The Heavenly Demon acknowledged that fact.

‘But it's a meaningless “if.”’

His demonic energy was compressed and compressed again, reaching a level that could rival that of a demon's. When his life was deemed in danger, his automatic defensive aura would activate just like it had moments ago.

‘Perhaps if it had been Specter’s Watchguard of Darkness instead… There is no way mere bullets can penetrate it.’

The Heavenly Demon pondered for a moment. Could Gilberto Trashcan Green kill him? The conclusion came straight away.

‘No.’

He judged that it was absolutely impossible. After reaching his conclusion, the Heavenly Demon immediately reached out his hand toward the generator.

Shiiik!

"Hmm."

He frowned as his hand was about to be burned from the heat. Then, his demon characteristic, the Mimic's Gluttony, began to greedily absorb the Force from the power plant.

‘Ah…’

The Heavenly Demon's body trembled. A thrill ran through him from his toes to the top of his head. It was a gratifying feeling that made him feel alive. It was a different sensation from...