Submission.
Or death.
That overpowering aura made Jiaqi's breath involuntarily freeze for two seconds.
But it was just two seconds.
In just a mont, the corpulent rat burst into a wild, unrestrained cackle.
"Submission? Based on you? You aren't even as intimidating as the Demon King's death cavalry! Why should Lord Jiaqi submit to you!"
"This is a command from Hell," Bond said indifferently, his voice cold and hoarse.
"Hell? That Hell, who knows how far from here? Hahahaha! You're trying to make Jiaqi die laughing! Let tell you, our Ratman Clan has never for a second worshiped your Demon God! The only ones worthy of our faith are the three supre gods—Swivert, Gerro, and Rufen, lords!!!"
These so-called three supre gods are the Ratman's revered gods of trickery, gluttony, and fertility.
Luo Yan had incidentally read about those three rat gods in scholarly texts; he could only say they looked more abstract than one another.
In a sense, the Ratman were not accepted by Hell's mainstream society precisely because of their rebellious nature.
Although there were Ratman Clans attached to Hell, he had hardly ever seen a few in Demon City.
However, this was not his concern.
What he really wanted to inquire about was another matter.
"Why did you betray Hell?"
"Betrayal? I haven't betrayed anyone. As for those things in the maze, how could Lord Jiaqi know? Before the great Lord Gerro granted Jiaqi power, Jiaqi was just a weak slave rat... a rat you never looked at properly!"
Jiaqi's laughter was sharp, and his whole body was trembling, as if mocking the foolishness of the Demon King.
In just a few sentences, he had already gauged how pitifully weak this Demon King was, posing no threat to him whatsoever.
Thus, he hesitated no longer and imdiately turned hostile.
"Since you've co to yourself... then go to your death!"
The sweeping tail, like a whip, instantly flung "Bond" against a wall ten ters away.
The impact dust spread all around, and the trendous force almost crushed what little flesh was on Bond's body even more!
"Die! Die! Hahahaha!" Jiaqi scread excitedly, unwittingly lowering his guard.
Not missing this fleeting chance, Luo Yan, having finished reciting the spell, stood up from behind a protruding rock with his magic wand, releasing a dark yellow light from the tip!
"Earth Fall!"
This ti, he aid not at the floor but at the ceiling directly above Jiaqi's head!
In just an instant, the originally solid cave ceiling shattered into several pieces as if it had been hit by a naval cannon!
"Boom—!"
Large chunks of rock fell from the sky, hamring down on the unsuspecting Jiaqi like a hail of bullets.
The corpulent rat was suddenly shocked and turned to face Luo Yan, but a huge rock struck him right in the forehead, freezing his bulky body instantly.
And that mont of sluggishness had already decided the outco of the fight!
In just a mont, large pieces of rubble had pinned the fat rat to the ground.
Even with hundreds of tons of fat as a cushion, Jiaqi was badly bruised all over and buried under the rubble, unable to move.
Looking in terror at the human mage standing in front of him, those amber pupils displayed deep-seated fear for the first ti.
He scread in alarm.
"You! You are the Demon King!"
Although this guy had swelled hundreds of tis in size, his nature of being outwardly fierce but inwardly timid, bullying the week and fearing the strong, remained the sa as when he was at his smallest.
Luo Yan smiled faintly, looking down at those frightened eyes, and said,
"Indeed, I wanted to give you a chance, but your stupidity told you don't deserve it."
Watching those gradually cold eyes, Jiaqi was shaking, struggling desperately with the body pinned under the boulder.
"No! Lord Demon King! Jiaqi... Jiaqi was just blinded by desire for a mont! Please give another chance! I will lead my clan to swear loyalty to you! Help you retake the labyrinth! Be your fiercest minion!"
Fearing Luo Yan might rcifully spare this guy, Youyou hurriedly urgently whispered in his ear,
"Lord Demon King, don't believe him! I don't feel any faith from him! He must be deceiving you!"
"I know, I'm not a fool," Luo Yan said, dropping the sentence.
Looking at the players stirring excitedly behind him, he spoke in a language the players could understand,
"What are you waiting for? This is the instigator of the unrest, tear it apart!"
Hearing Lord Demon King's order, a group of skeleton soldiers imdiately rushed forward excitedly.
So with daggers, so with long spears, and others with explosives of questionable ignitability...
Except for those with explosives, whom Luo Yan stopped, the rest of the skeletons enthusiastically used their weapons on Jiaqi's eyes, nose, ears, and other vital parts.
Blood and fat splattered everywhere, a scene that can only be described as not suitable for children.
A rat chosen by the gods, bearing steel and even Gold Level combat powers, was thus rcilessly executed by a bunch of level-less skeleton soldiers under the rubble.
In this world, levels are indeed not absolute...
[Faith Points 11000]
Just as Jiaqi gasped his last breath, Luo Yan suddenly noticed a line of dark green text flashing before his eyes.
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