If it weren't for those damned guys, he would already be a Demon Lord by now, no, even a Demon Duke!
However, before the old demon could finish speaking, his current master, the brash character known as the Lesser Demon Lord "Blood Ritual Baron," was extremely displeased and physically interrupted him:
"You old thing, there's really nothing to be afraid of, the era of those guys has been long gone for hundreds of years!"
While speaking, he retracted the meat hammer that had smashed the old demon into a pulp, no longer paying attention to the lump of rotten flesh, he responded invincibly to the incoming summons.
For him, it was just an ordinary and mundane day after all.
Soon, after a slight sense of confusion, he descended into a dark area, enclosed all around, where he could only see on the altar before him, numerous high-class offerings that were somewhat strange to them.
These offerings exuded a tempting aroma...
