“...”

Horun looked down at the spear that had pierced his heart with complicated eyes.

The opponent was certainly on the same Star Destruction Stage as himself, but they were on a completely different level from each other.

“Just because we’re both Star Destruction doesn’t mean we are on the same level,” said Gorgon. His voice sounded indifferent, as if he were a civil worker who was just about to go home after a long day at work.

“Drink my blood and declare your intentions of becoming a demon. Do that, and I will spare your life.”

Gorgon had two reasons for suggesting such a deal.

One was that if Horun was made an ally, Gorgon would gain an advantage in later disputes with the other Counts. The other reason was due to his anticipation that the Archduke would think highly of him for recruiting a powerful enemy to their side.

Shwing!

“...”

Gorgon raised his hand slightly and looked at the sword aimed at his neck.

No word or sentence could return a more definite answer than Horun’s action.

“You’ve made a dumb choice,” Gorgon said dryly. Moments later, he mustered his demonic energy and dozens of black spears thrust toward Horun at once, riddling him with wounds.

‘One, two, three…’

Horun finally kneeled upon being hit by thirteen spears.

Gorgon...