Lilith looked at her disciple and fell silent: "Useless, truly useless! The Demon Race cannot rise!"
"The other Demon Races are alright, their purity isn't high enough, but the purest Initial Demon King entirely embodies greed, sinister, cowardice, and ingratitude..."
Lilith felt extremely troubled.
She had endured bitterly for hundreds of years, starting with an excellent hand.
She began by assassinating the Light God and then infected the four candidate Wind Gods responsible for spreading the plague.
She thought she had a certain victory.
Lose?
How could she possibly lose?
But who knew that the new Demon King would make her lose so utterly!
In June, year 1293 of the Butterfly Race.
The Angel Empire launched another attack, initiating another decapitation strike.
They charged all the way into the Demon King Capital, about to reach the city gates, enraging Demon King Goliath:
