Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? Chapter 684 So Cruel...

Their efforts had failed. This single thought consumed the minds of the Ancient Princes and Ancient Titans. Barthartos, in particular, glared as if he could devour them whole. "I should have realized!" His voice cut through the air like a sharpened blade. "Throughout all of history, every alliance we Titans have forged with you has inevitably led to FAILURE."

"Tell me, what do we call this, HUH, Princes?"

"I knew it! I should have disregarded your pleas and manipulations like mere bothersome flies!"

Fury consumed Barthartos. He had been minding his own business in the Underworld when these traitors showed up.

Indeed, no good could ever come from any partnership with them.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on ME!

The titans flanking Barthartos shared his outrage!

At that moment, they desperately wished they could turn back time, just to have the chance to smack their past selves to death for ever listening to these pathetic losers!

What could a band of losers possibly know about achieving victory?

It was akin to asking a destitute man on the street for advice on becoming a millionaire. Who would ever do such a thing?

The titans seethed, channeling all their blame onto the ancient princes. Yet, was the fault entirely theirs?

Had they not harbored such desires for ages, they wouldn't have succumbed to temptation. In truth, a primary reason for their banishment to the underworld was their burgeoning desire to RULE. While they disdained the Almighty's affection for humanity, a part of them always yearned to govern and possess dominion without adhering to any Orders. In essence, they craved to be the ultimate authority, equal to the Almighty himself. They desired no superiors, wanting instead to be the ones issuing commands—directing everyone left, right, north, south, and even in circles.

Simply put, they wanted no one above them dictating their actions. And wouldn't you know it, the Almighty granted them precisely that. Within the Underworld, they were Princes, beholden to no one but themselves!

Their domains in the underworld spanned territories as vast as hundreds of planets combined. Yet, their ambition remained unquenched. Even if they conquered the Heavens daily, they would STILL not be satisfied. This was an undeniable truth. Greed breeds further greed; it's an endless cycle. The ancient Titans were no different. Had they simply accepted their post-banishment circumstances, they wouldn't have fallen into such a perilous trap. Barthartos would still be the Titan King, reigning over the entirety of the Lower Plain Dominion within the underworld. It was remarkable how seven princes of Hell had carved up the Upper Plains of the Underworld amongst themselves. But Barthartos, in the Lower Plain, RULED supreme. He possessed EVERYTHING. He was the Supreme Ruler. And now, after being annihilated, he would be reborn in the lower plains as a weak, insignificant titan. He would have to claw his way back to the apex, stripped of all past memories. By that time, the power dynamics within the Titan Regions would likely undergo a complete reshuffle. Who knew? Perhaps ten Titan Princes or Kings would emerge, or maybe just two, or even twenty.

The same fate awaited Beelzebub and his cohorts. If they were to be extinguished, they would forget their pasts. By then, wouldn't those three upstart, newly-appointed princes in the Underworld seize control of the entire realm?

…

Dorian and Draymond observed the assembly with a languid air, knowing it was time to administer divine retribution once more. "Order..."

"Balance..."

Draymond and Dorian uttered these words with an unnerving nonchalance. "Except for the Ancients..."

"The rest of you..."

The two did not complete their declaration, yet everyone understood implicitly. Previously, Dorian, as a human exorcist, would have needed to perform rituals to exorcise these beings before their true demise. But now, with just a thought, all underworld creatures across the globe began to swell violently, like balloons overfilled. Their agonizing cries were deafening, dread contorting their features. "No... NO!"

They inwardly shrieked, their mouths too distended to utter a sound. The metallic taste of their own blood flooded their mouths, and the searing pain within their bodies made them question the value of life itself. Crack, crack~

Golden fissures now webbed across their flesh, resembling stretch marks, interspersed with shimmering golden apertures from which rays of celestial light erupted from their very cores. They did not wish to perish. They absolutely did not want to die!

The gazes directed at the two brothers were filled with pity, only to be met with faces devoid of any emotion. Then— POP. Like balloons, they burst, their remnants vanishing into the heavens. Gone. Their souls would not find rebirth in the underworld but would be taken for Judgment in the heavens. Several disciples who witnessed this spectacle could only gape in astonishment. When exorcists perform their duties, heavenly chains descend to aid them in expelling and dragging the souls of such creatures for Judgment. However, when a God like Dorian acts, it is instantaneous—no chains, no struggle, no incantations… nothing. These creatures ceased to exist in less than a millisecond from the moment Dorian uttered his words. It transpired so swiftly that they nearly missed it. In this manner, myriad creatures across the globe vanished in the blink of an eye. But what of the Ancients?

"A rather pleasing spectacle."

Draymond, with his hands tucked into his pockets, leaned back, tilting his head to the side with sadistic amusement. "Fortunately for you, your presence is still indispensable for maintaining order and balance within the Underworld."

So, in essence, they would not perish?

The hearts of these ancient titans and princes couldn't help but rejoice. This was their greatest dread. They had no desire to begin from the very bottom, groveling their way to the apex like the countless beings who had been annihilated.

Dorian let out a chuckle, slowly approaching the group, his face contorting into a wicked grin.

"You shall Live…"

Indeed, they would live. But at what cost?

"5,000 years…"

Snap.

Dorian snapped his fingers, and the ancients abruptly found themselves back in the underworld. Ha. Who was he, if not The Accountant? In 5,000 years, he would return to claim his due.

After their return to the underworld, they would soon discover that modifications had occurred within their beings, alterations that might very well lead to their DETHRONING. For entities of their nature, their thrones held greater significance than life itself. What then, would transpire when they realized they could no longer retain them?

Draymond smiled, his admiration for his brother's actions growing with each passing moment. Furthermore, these ancients were vital for maintaining equilibrium. So, why not achieve two objectives with a single action?

"Little Boy, you are truly cruel."

"Hmmm…" Dorian replied slyly. "Did I not learn from the very best?"

"_" [Nearby Angels & Gods]

Why did they perceive these two sons of The Almighty as more malevolent than anything residing in the Underworld?

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