"Using the natural-born artifact, to expel the Demon God's avatar of the Lord of the Flameless, is our only chance of survival..."
The weak and familiar voice, crossing the barriers of space, directly entered Angel's ears.
Angel looked up and saw Popota lying on the ground in the distance, quietly watching him. Popota's face, smeared with blood, was expressionless, but a bright light flickered clearly in his eyes.
"Natural-born artifacts are different from man-made ones, they don't require an overly complicated summoning ceremony. You just need to taint it with your blood and then call the owner's name with sincere devotion in your heart, and they will respond to you."
"This is our last chance."
Popota's expression held hope, "You must realize that only another Demon God can defeat a Demon God."
