"Haha...hahaha...!"
Gewura burst into laughter.
Iris trembled all over.
Clearly, everything Gewura mentioned had filled her with fear and dread.
In such a situation, Iris, as if clinging to the last thread of hope, shouted towards Gewura.
"The Hero will definitely stop you all!"
These words abruptly halted Gewura's laughter.
"Hero?"
Gewura's sneer remained, but a shadow flickered in his eyes.
He indeed looked down on the Hero, or rather, he felt envy, jealousy, and hatred towards him.
But he also knew that the Hero was the greatest threat.
His strength wasn't the most formidable, but the Holy Sword in his hand was the most dangerous thing.
At least, Danass had once admitted it.
"If my plan succeeds, replacing my father and becoming a complete demon, my greatest dread will be the Hero."
"Even against the Goddess of Fate, if I can't win, I have confidence in escaping."
"But against the Holy Sword of the Hero, once struck, everyone knows the outcome."
