Wrath's face was ashen, and so were the faces of the four envious demons watching the battle.
What do you mean by not even being able to beg on our knees to be slaves, do you really take us for trash!
"That's right, you are trash!" Wayne loudly agreed, desperately trying to throw dirt onto Pride.
The Demon Bat was regarded by the Demon Kings other than Pride and Lust as Pride's avatar. Pride couldn't explain, and Lust wasn't kind enough to help, so it was not called throwing dirt, but rather Pride's self-introduction.
To throw dirt on Pride was simple, just say 'I am Pride' and that's it.
The Devils wouldn't doubt, they'd only see it as a matter of course.
Wrath's eyes sparkled, as if contemplating whether to fight or surrender. Surrendering was impossible, Pride would slaughter them all, and surrendering would mean a dead end.
Continue fighting...
What if we can't win?
After pondering for a moment, Wrath chose to fight!
