The man shrugged as he answered, "The demorgorgs are not bad."
He doesn't like them but he can be objective enough about their power. It is the least he could do after killing them.
The shadow continued, "Bad or not, we need manpower for the era of conquest."
The man finally relented, "I have heard you. We are not going to kill the god-king, yet"
But his eyes continued gleaming dangerously. He was staring at the demon with those gleaming eyes. The poor demon shook in fear when he sensed the gaze and the evil intent that accompanied it. It tried to run. It dashed towards the nearest escape but it was too late. The lightning snake dashed towards it.
The high-rank demon paled when it sensed the shadow of death. A black tentacle rose out of the demon's shadow and slapped the lightning snake aside. It saved the demon from dying.
"Come on." The man cried out. "Let me kill it."
