The desperate apostate, barely breathing, shuddered and opened his eyes, filled with fervor and madness, struggling to stand up again.
Lear looked at his pitiful state and immediately inquired.
"What is your purpose here?"
"To spread the faith of my master, letting the power of blasphemy permeate the Main Plane."
"How many companions do you still have..."
"I don't know, we have no contact with each other."
"Where is the Blasphemer Demon King, and how do you contact it?"
"Our master actively contacts us, but we can't contact our master..."
This is just a whole lot of them not knowing a thing.
Lear furrowed his brow.
Still, he patiently continued to ask, but was speechless as the final outcome proved to be extremely disappointing... this guy was just a pure tool, knowing nothing at all.
Originally, he was about to give up, but surprisingly, the last question finally yielded some value.
"Do you know if there are forces of that Divine Spirit nearby?"
