Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 653  You All Along?

"Dammit! This is pointless. They'll never talk."

"That's right, they'd rather save their precious ally, since he is the best person with more knowledge about us than anyone else."

"I say we kill them all, except two… two FORTUNATE pigs that will have the opportunity to survive, if they can tell us what we need."

Heh-heh-heh-heh.

Several creatures gave off a menacing front. And typically at this point, some humans would cry, beg, drop to their knees and begin confessing.

There's always a black leg among any crowd of humans. That's what they've learnt throughout human history. There's always a betrayer, a backstabber who is willing to save his own skin and damn the consequences, even if it means that everyone else will die. They waited and waited for the betrayer to reveal themselves, only to see these humans still standing there with lazy and bored expressions. Some even looked at them as though watching clowns. Dammit, what's going on here? And why is it that they can't even sniff a single ounce of fear from these humans? What happened to the natural puking, pant-wetting, squealing, fainting, and begging reactions most humans typically show?

No… something wasn't right. There was an air of confidence about these humans, an air of superiority they couldn't place their hands on.

Doyle narrowed his gaze deeply. "What did the Horsman promise or do to you all?" Doi they sign some power boosting contracts with the horseman, that's making them have the guts to look into their faces fearlessly?

How naive!

Doyle was done playing with them. "Kill all, except him and anyone else."

President Ghant was his prey, and no one was allowed to kill him. Hahahahaha~

The creatures laughed maniacally. This was just the order they were waiting for.

How dare mere humans think of challenging them?

In a quick flash, these creatures vanished from their spots. No doubt, they were far faster than any creatures any academy elder had faced in this world.

Yes… They were now the top powerful forces of creatures in this world, since the portals were not opened yet.

Hahahahahaha~....

This was a good test. A test to see just how well they were prepared for the impending war.

Understand that these creatures were not even halfway up the ladders of the truly powerful within the underworld. On a scale of 1~10, they probably fell around tier 2 or 3. Yes… It was incredible to believe, but true.

The real powerful ones are fighting a war in the underworld while the lackeys stay behind.

Didn't you know?

Doyle's Lord was another Lord, who had another, and another, and another Lord they looked up to. And that top tier top then spoke to Beelzebub. Doyle was but an insignificant ant in the face of the truly powerful. That's why when dealing with this group, although everyone surrounded these creatures, only one person reacted. It was Ghant. With a single soft clap, a fierce sonic wave echoed out in a blur.

What?

The ripple had yet to touch these creatures, and their bodies began to boil.

Pouf~

The pain sizzled along their nerves, as their eyes widened in disbelief by what the f*** was happening right now. "You… you… you…"

Impossible!

The Earl winced in agony, as his head and fangs blew up into a thousand pieces like glass shattering from a sonic boom.

Ghant smirked menacingly, when slowly turning his gaze towards Doyle who he had saved up and protected for last.

How did it become like this?

"Well, didn't I tell you?" Ghant spoke, slowly advancing towards Doyle. "Your precious horseman is dead. Yes, the Horseman of Famine."

"I hate to break it to you," Ghant continued, "But right from the start, the Horseman of Famine was the first to die."

Zoom!

Many eyeball pieces from the scattered creatures, as well as Doyle's, all turned their attention to Ghant, with eyes of true shock. If… if… if what he was saying was true, then who have they been chasing this entire time? Even Doyle's lips curved wickedly towards the corners of his ears. "Us." All this time, you have been chasing, they, humans, the wants you overlooked. Wasn't it f**king ironic?

Ghant chuckled, lightly tapping Doyle's head and grotesque face. "Old friend, it was good while it lasted. But now, we, humans, must prepare for the war ahead, no?"

"You—" Doyle opened and dropped his horned mouth, in disbelief that they knew about the exact day when the war was about to start. But how? How did they know?

No! No! He must warn the Lords… He must–

Color drained from Doyle's face when seeing the golden chains drop from the skies. Exorcists?

"Goodbye Doyle…"

"NO!!!!!!!!"

Doyle felt an icy terror bubbling beneath his body, as golden holes quickly appeared. The lights and fires were burning him from within. This was not what he wanted. This was not what he wanted!

"Since when? Since when did you become a f**king exorcist? Were you always one? So it's true? There was no damn Horseman? You saved yourself from the mirror world all along?"

Doyle felt betrayal right in his core. It was funny for an underworld creature to feel betrayal. Well, betrayal wasn't the word.

"Damn you, despicable human. Ghant, I swear I will remember this! I will f**king have your head on a platter!"

The thought that a mere human, who he considered as prey, was able to dupe him for so many years all along. Perhaps while he, Doyle, was thinking he was clever, this human must have been laughing at him all along. How dare a small maggot laugh at an elephant?

No! No!

He would take this lying down! He needed to stand up and take it… As a matter of fact, he needed to fly to the moon and back to accept such a stone cold fact. But what pained him the most, was the fact that he was being exorcized, and would probably never get reborn into the abyss any more. Again, this was not what he f***king wanted. Who knows how many billions, trillions, and even light years he might end up living as an inanimate being? That's not all. He heard the cleansing process for beings like himself was insane. And by the time it's done, he will never remember his life in the underworld. Why him?

Suddenly, Doyle felt regret.

It was better to get killed by Lord Beelzebub and get reborn into the abyss with no memory, than this. AHHHHH~

Doyle screamed and wailed in agony, his eyes still glued on Ghant.

"I swear, even if I have to defy the heavens, I, Doyle, will remember this!"