Looking at the elves' sudden attack, Baal let out a cold laugh.
*Although he didn't know where this place was, and although he didn't know what madness these foolish elves were up to, but... just them?*
*A group of ants without even a few at the level of silver?*
*Flesh delivered to his door, why not take it for free.*
Azazel and the mysterious True God he couldn't handle, but these dozens of lowly elves?
Heh heh.
*Just as well... the frustration of his silenced voice had nowhere to vent, so let these elves bear his wrath!*
"Hmph! Foolish elves, the great Lord Azazel is not someone lowly beings like you can even hope to meet. Face me first!"
And at that moment, another arrogant voice rang out...
Baal,
This... was still his voice.
But... it still wasn't him speaking.
Moreover, the respect for Azazel in those words... it made him want to vomit.
*So disgusting.*
*Truly so disgusting!*
Azazel!
*You narcissistic bastard!*
Baal roared in his heart.
