As expected, the Second Demon God ascended.
He finally achieved his long-desired ascension.
Along with him went the Archdemon and the Eighth Demon God.
Three demon gods, sent as "experience fodder," were more than enough for Ares to regain his strength.
According to Apollo's calculations, Ares should have a chance to return before the Apocalypse.
But those matters were no longer Apollo's concern.
He only did what he needed to do.
In the Ninth Abyss.
The Ninth Demon God, trembling with fear, followed behind a man wearing a crown.
"Fifth bro, they've gone to…"
The Fifth Demon God sneered.
"They'll wish they were dead."
As he spoke, the Fifth Demon God casually tossed a piece of cream cake into his mouth, swallowing it whole without even chewing.
"A bunch of idiots. Do they really think the Heavenly Realm is some kind of paradise? If it were, why wouldn't I go?
