After a long while, Mammon lifted his head again.
This time, his demeanor was a stark contrast to before.
His drooping eyes shimmered with sighs and despair, his monstrous demonic face etched with loneliness.
Even his massive form seemed to have shrunk in on itself.
"Godslayer, what do you intend to do with me? Are you planning to hand me over to your human Holy Light Church?"
Seeing Mammon's defeated posture, a glint of amusement shone in John's eyes.
This fellow even knew the art of strategic retreat?
John was confident that if he truly handed Mammon over to the Holy Light Church, the demon would immediately disclose John's Godslayer class in exchange for the God of Holy Light's mercy.
After all, for those lofty deities, a Devil from the Abyss stirring up chaos in the Godslayer Continent would never be as critical as the appearance of a Godslayer.
