The Frost Clan and the Blood Blade Clan are not allies.

Or to put it more accurately, he has no interest in the world beyond the Frozen Ice Holy Land and only wants to live his own life.

If it weren't for the Gate of Chaos, he wouldn't be here either.

Such thoughts were not his alone. A gentle voice accompanied by the rustling sound of leaves being swept by a skirt's hem drifted over from the shadowy trees nearby.

"I also want to ask this question... 'Lord Demon King,' who summoned us here, why has he himself not shown up?"

That was a seductive witch with pale skin, purple eyes, and a slender figure, complete with winged dragon-like wings.

She was wrapped in a dark violet robe that hugged her slender shoulders, the opened neckline plunged deep past her cleavage to her navel. A lightweight dual hand stick, shaped like a long whip or a thorn, was held in her right hand.

Upon seeing this woman, a clear wariness that had not been present before appeared in Glak's eyes, and his nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up involuntarily again.

"Thorny Demon General Bransia!"

A Platinum Level Pain Demon!

Like him, this individual once served as one of Reggie Dragon's closest aides and was the most infamous among them.

As a Pain Demon, she fed on others' pain and wailing, and to achieve her goals, she was unscrupulous, employing any means necessary.

Glak disliked this individual.

Especially when Reggie Dragon was still alive, he had competed with her for the position of City Lord of Desperate City, located on the tenth floor of the maze, and ultimately Reggie Dragon chose her.

Currently, she still rules over the tenth floor of the maze.

In terms of the number of floors, the territory she governs is indeed less than his, but if the quality of the territory is considered, perhaps all other floors of the maze combined would not compare to that one location!

It was simply a "Little Thunder City."

Countless demons and Demon creatures resided there, possessing unimaginable riches and resources that were envied by other magical creatures!

The two had always been at odds, even attacking each other frequently. There were a few instances that got out of hand, and it was Valgur who intervened to mediate.

However, now, it seemed the two of them, normally at odds with each other, were standing on the same side—facing the Demon King from Hell Demon City.

"... Even the City Lord of Desperate City is here; looks like the Demon King invited everyone he could," Glak said with a twisted smile, then suddenly shouted at the sky, "Come out, Thanos, I know you're here!"

The sky did not respond to him.

However, soon after, a leisurely voice came from not far behind him.

"I am indeed here, but why are you shouting at the sky? I can't fly."

Upon hearing that voice, Glak turned around abruptly, only to see a gentleman dressed in a black evening suit standing under a nearby tree.

His skin was the color of grave stele, a greenish-gray; there were horns on his head, but he lacked the tail and wings of a demon.

As a half-breed of a Shadow Demon and a Beastman, his blood was half demon and the other half similar to the Beastman blood running through Glak.

"Shadow Demon General Thanos!"

The sovereign of the night!

He was the last of the remaining Four Demon Generals, and also the one Glak considered to be the most threatening, occupying the eighteenth layer of the maze: the Demon King Palace!

Unlike Valgur's visible oppression, the pressure he brought was intangible, like a dagger hidden in the night.

During the fiercest period of the war between the maze and the surface Humans, many powerful Human Knights and Nobles died by his hand; so much so that the Nobles of the Ryan Kingdom would change color at the mention of his name!

When the war reached a fever pitch, he even carried out an assignment from the Demon King to assassinate the Duke Campbell of Diamond Level strength!

Although ultimately a failure, the fact that he could retreat unscathed after the failed assassination spoke volumes about his abilities!

That is why, even though his strength was only Platinum mid-level, no one dared to underestimate him. Whether it was Beastman Glak or Pure-blood Demon Bransia!

All Four Demon Generals gathered on the fourth layer of the maze!

However, the Demon King who called them here was nowhere to be seen, and only a few insignificant "lackeys" were present.

Thanos looked around and slighted his lips with an evident disdain on his face.

"...It seems I am wasting my time."

He dropped the remark and turned his gaze towards the Gray Wind Tribe leader Terrell, speaking with an overtone of arrogance.

"Since your Demon King is not ready, let's have a frank talk next time when he is ready."

"I think so too," Bransia chuckled softly, her crescent-like eyes mischievous yet cold, "but I do hope he brings some sincerity next time we meet."

"Oh?" Glak Bloodblade chuckled knowingly and asked, "I'm curious, what kind of sincerity are you looking for?"

"I don't know, depends on him," Bransia said with a smirk, "but... if he's willing to provide a written pact, promising to maintain the current status of the maze and recognize the independence of Desperate City, I think that's a good idea."

"My thought is the same; if the Demon King is willing to acknowledge the independence of the Frost Clan, the Frost Clan can also acknowledge him as the Demon King," Valgur exhaled a puff of White Mist tinged with frost, and from the large opening and closing maw came a dull and husky voice.

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