Number 8 was momentarily stunned. In that instant, through the endless Subspace and the vast distances of the Cosmos, he looked at the other party and almost felt amused to the point of laughter.
A brat who had just become an Apostle, now completely under his Eternal Slavery, a puppet he could erase from existence with a mere gesture.
Where did he get the courage to breathe defiantly in his face?
How could there be a race foolish enough to provoke an undefeatable enemy?
At this moment, even as the embodiment of Undead calamity, it felt a sense of inner mockery and derision.
Then let him witness the greatest lesson from the Mist Council's predecessors!
In an instant, he manipulated the power of Eternal Slavery, ready to refine this freshly transformed Undead into a Witch Demon.
If the Eternal Slavery wasn't complete, he might have hesitated, fearing a trap.
