The crocodile-headed Demon was startled. After all, he was only a Magister-level Demon. The power radiating from Antikythera was on an entirely different level.
If they fought, he probably wouldn't even react before his head was severed.
"No, no, I didn't mean that. What I meant was, you look strange. Not quite human, not quite ghost—what exactly are you?"
"Me? I'm a Devotee of the god Cidi," Antikythera said proudly. "And we are the purest, most orthodox sect of Cidi! Use your dog nose and smell—it's the Legion of Hell, granted by the god Cidi! That's proof of Cidi's recognition!"
"I… I'm not a dog…"
Still, the crocodile-headed Demon stretched out his neck and sniffed Antikythera.
As promised, Antikythera indeed carried the scent of the Legion of Hell—that was the smell of the demons summoned by Ashu's Bloodrite Beast Legion.
As the Cidi sect's Cardinal Deacon, Antikythera had naturally met Demon "Gugaga."
