Gelgar and his subordinates looked at Simon who all of a sudden started behaving strangely. Since the changes incited by the pride fragment was incorporeal, they failed to notice the vast change that Simon had gone through at that moment.
Thinking that Simon was getting cold feet after all his attempts to intimidate them had failed, Gelgar smirked as he said "Why? Are you afraid now that death is this close to you ahaha… but don't worry I will not kill you so easily, after all, I will make you go through so much pain and agony that even death will be a luxury to you".
He had so much pent up frustration that if he just simply killed Simon, he wouldn't be able to appease it. He wanted to make the lowborn demon experience the consequence of incurring the fury of a demon higher ranked than himself. But more than that, he wanted to indulge himself with the twisted pleasure of bullying those who were weaker than him and see them pathetically grovel at his feet.
Mike and Berd laughed at Gelgar's words while Gourd showed a brutal smile as he licked his fangs. One could tell that the Great Blood Ogre wasn't content even after massacring the entire ninth floor as he looked at Simon and the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse with obvious intent to battle.
Simon observed the bunch with clear impassive eyes, the way he was looking down at them was as if he was looking at a bunch of insects. After all of his emotions were consumed, he weirdly felt refreshed and an inborn sense of superiority was silently welling inside him.
Crick... Crack... He moved his neck and shoulders as cracking noises echoed out. His attitude displayed that Simon wasn't the least bit fazed by the words of Gelgar as he pointed a finger at him and beckoned "No matter how many words I use against you, it will clearly be wasted. Only by actions can I prove that I will be the one deciding your fates. If you are prepared then let's begin".
Overbearing and arrogant to the extreme, each word that came out of Simon was condescending and laced with egotism. Totally different from how Simon usually conducts himself.
Simon's attitude that seemed to look down on him ticked off Gelgar even more and his blatant words made his whole body tremble as flames of fury threatened to burst out of him.
He wanted to ruthlessly teach that lowborn upstart, who he should mess with and who he shouldn't. After all, he was a Demon Viscount with a Demon Earl bloodline ancestry, and never in his life has he been slighted by someone lower ranked than him.
Forget about slighting a higher ranked demon, if a lower rank demon even dares to look straight at the eyes of a demon higher ranked than itself, that demon would be instantly taught a lesson. That was how defined the rankings of the demon were, in that regard Simon was clearly an abnormality.
Just as Gelgar was about to step forward, the sound of air being torn apart could be heard as Gourd pounced over at Simon with an insane speed. the speed at which he flew towards Simon was so great that it seemed like he intended to ram himself onto him.
Simon did not even spare a glance at Gourd and it seemed like he would be rammed in the next second when a roar of a warhorse sounded out across the floor.
BOOOOMMM.....
Before Gelgar and his subordinates could comprehend what had happened, a large sound was heard as something hit the marsh at a crazy speed. SPLASH... a large volume of water dyed scarlet with blood, rose into the air and showered like rain.
Their eyes enlarged as they saw Simon hovering in the same place without even taking a step back but what was different was that a Demonic Warhorse was now standing in front of him. Nobody knew how it appeared there in an instant.
SPLASH... a figure leapt out from the marsh, when Gelgar and the duo saw who it was their eye bulged even further. Gourd came out of the marsh as he puked out a mouthful of blood, his body made a sorry figure.
The physique he was so proud of and which was previously impervious to any attacks made by lizardmen and pirodiles, now had two deeply caved hoof prints on his chest. Looking at the wound from which smoke was coming out, Gourd puked out another mouthful of blood.
He looked back at the proudly standing warhorse in front of Simon. Earlier during the clash, in that split second he caught the shadow of a warhorse flying at a breakneck speed and ramming him with its fiery hooves.
Everything took place in a few seconds and before his mind could even ascertain what had happened, the ramming force so great that he was rebounded back and splashed into the marsh. Looking at the deeply caved wound in his chest, Gourd's eyes turned crimson as he roared and was just about to pounce back when.
"Enough. You are not its match in a direct confrontation" Gelgar spoke out as he waved his hand to stop him. Gourd who couldn't take this humiliation lying down, roared unconvincedly "but Sir Gelgar… caNNot taKe ThiS… MusT FiGht iT".
Gelgar frowned at those words and ordered "I know you do not have brains but you can listen alright. What I'm saying is not to fight it head-on, separate it from that lowborn demon and keep it occupied for some time".
Gourd had a conflicting face and hesitated for a while before finally nodding his head. Though he was still unconvinced after that brief fight, he cannot defy the order of his master.
Gelgar sighed internally as he squinted his eyes and stared at the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse standing near Simon while clenching his fist. Gourd who was a [C] rank Great Blood Ogre and whose level was only a little lower than him had enough power to evenly match him. However, even that Gourd was not a match for that warhorse.
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Name:- Gourd
Race:- Great Blood Ogre
Level:- 247
Rank:- [C]
Stats:-
Strength:- 2341
Agility:- 2835
Endurance:- 2588
Defence:- 2341
Magic:- 2588
luck:- 2111
Skills:- Fire Magic Mastery, Earth Magic Mastery, Berserk, Super Strength, Flight, Super Defence, Super Endurance, Blunt Resistance, Sharp resistance, Sense presence, Regeneration, Razor-sharp claws, Intimidation, Rugged skin
Inherent Skills:- [Ogre Blood], [Insanity], [Bloodlust]