"What spell is this? Is it a legendary spell improved from Flame Sun Burst? The power is quite impressive!"
A gray robe floated in mid-air, and Noah's Word Spirit had not harmed it. Before the light reached it, it had already escaped.
"However, you've killed the mount that took me seven years to create. Shouldn't you compensate me with one, using your own body as payment? How about it? I'm very pleased with you!"
Greed! Desire! Urgency!
The desire the Witch Demon displayed at this moment was more intense than that of most worldly creatures.
In common understanding, the undead, having no physical constraints, have little need for worldly things and are not disturbed by emotions. However, they have not lost their pursuits or desires.
In the face of what they crave, the greed and desire shown by the undead far surpass those of any living beings.
"Witch Demon King, Heinz Carlton."
"You know me?"
