Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

He ignored the trembling ministers and aides kneeling in front of his throne. He knew that his silence seemed like he's thinking of a way to punish them dearly for their mistakes, but that's hardly correct.

While it's true that he's disappointed at them, he's one to blame as well. After all, he didn't leave them any clear instructions before he sealed himself. He also couldn't blame his son for this since he knew that child already did his best.

More importantly, the Demon God himself never expected to encounter such a progressive race. The fact that humanity was able to go from pushovers to rivals in under a hundred years was mind-blowing for anybody who learned it.

"I see that none of the Seven Deadly Sins were retrieved. Was it because of carelessness on your part or because of humanity's decisiveness?" The Demon God looked at his son and asked.

"It's the latter, Your Majesty." The Demon Prince replied with a professional tone.

Out of everybody in this meeting hall, he might be the only one who didn't feel nervous or threatened by his father's tone and expression.

"A shame then," the Demon God muttered softly.

Losing the Seven Deadly Sins (the insignia, not their bearers) was a huge loss to them. The Insignia of Sin was one of his very few masterpieces, rivaling the Soul Network and Flesh Incubator themselves.

The Insignia of Sins contained fragments of his power and soul. Aside from being used as a huge power boost and near-limitless energy source for their bearers, the insignia also has a hidden function.

This hidden function activates when the Demon God himself faces a grave threat to his life. One must know that even though he's the creator of the Soul Network and the Flesh Incubator, he couldn't use them for himself.

He's way too powerful for these tools. The Soul Network will implode at the mere presence of his soul, and there's no way the Flesh Incubator could replicate the quality of his flesh even if there were appropriate materials for it.

This is where the Insignia of Sins comes into play. In the event that the Demon God faced a dangerous threat to his life. He could blow himself up to take down his enemies with him. Then, his consciousness will awaken within one of the fragments sealed in the insignia. Upon collecting all the insignia, he could mend his soul again and use the current bearers of the sin to forge a new body for him.

Simply put, the Insignia of Sins were tools for his rebirth. Thus, it was a damn shame to lose them. Especially to natives that they used to look down on.

'Oh, well. It is what it is then.'

'It would've been nice to have that assurance. It's imperfect but still valuable. However, it's lost now, so there's no need to be overly concerned about it.'

Calling something as miraculous as those insignias that could facilitate the rebirth of a creature like him imperfect sounds like a great insult. But there is a reason the Demon God didn't feel too bad about losing them.

This has something to do with the sin of pride, more specifically. This insignia was contaminated by the curse of his father-in-law. The Demon God poured half of the curse in it to not only hasten his body's recovery but to also weaken its effects.

Doing this allowed the Demon God to endure the curse more effectively and cut his recovery period in half. However, since the insignia itself was contaminated and the curse was so strong that even the Demon God himself was powerless against it, the bearer of this insignia was almost always certain to fall into madness as well.

The fact that King Pride was able to remain sane despite bearing the contaminated insignia that also houses the Demon God's contaminated soul fragment was a testament to how fearsome that demon lion's willpower was. Still, his willpower was useless in the face of absolute strength, so he too fell for it.

The moment King Pride succumbed to the lure of the curse was also the same moment he ceased to be. The contaminated soul fragment of the Demon God took over from then on, and driven by sheer instinct and the hidden function of the insignia, the soul yearned to devour other sins to facilitate the rebirth of the Demon God even though he wasn't technically dead.

Suffice it to say that the one who devoured the sin of sloth wasn't King Pride anymore. It's the contaminated soul fragment of the Demon God who's following its instincts.

Actually, knowing that despite all this, humanity was still able to take them all down made this even more impressive.

Sure, that was only a fragment of his soul, and it was contaminated by the curse, but that thing has the power to do some serious damage to a small world like this. And if it was allowed to devour other sins as well, that thing could've destroyed this entire solar system.

From the reports he heard, Pride devoured Sloth as well. That puts its strength at around 4 to 5 stars, Planetary Grandmaster. Anybody who possesses that level of strength has the potential to destroy a small world like Prime Earth under the right conditions.

The fact that humans still managed to take it down was a testament to how far they've come.

"So, long story short, we're losing against the natives of a small world."

This short and direct conclusion of the Demon God was stated in a fairly relaxed and casual manner, yet it didn't fail to send shivers to everybody's spine.

Everybody felt guilty, and rightfully so because this was truly something that could've been prevented had they stopped playing around and taken this matter seriously.

Even the Demon Prince couldn't escape this shame.

"It's a little too late for you to feel guilty now." The Demon God snorted coldly at them. "I trusted you with this because I was preoccupied. I raised you all better than this. Yet look at what you all did."

It wasn't possible for the ministers and aides to kneel even lower than they already have, but they sure made it seem like so.

"Humans have grown strong enough to rival us. Leaving them alone is no longer an option since they already proved how much progress they could make once they're given time."

"Their hatred of us is something that not even I could deny. The situation has already evolved to the point where only one side will be permitted to exist. I have no doubt that even if we fled to the opposite side of the cosmos, they will eventually find a way to track us down and hunt us for sport just like what we did to them."

"This has already turned into a vendetta. One that we absolutely can't escape from."

There's a pregnant pause after the Demon God stated these facts.

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"What I don't understand is your inaction up until now." The Demon God glared at his subjects. "Was it really that difficult for any of you to realize the same conclusions that I had just now? Hm? Was it your false immortality that caused your brains to rot this much that you can't even think this far?"

Everybody could feel their God's rising anger. This sensation isn't just limited to this hall but to the entire fleet. Everyone who possesses the DNA and genes of demons could feel the trepidation brought by the mounting anger of this godlike figure of theirs.

"Hmph!"

A snort filled with unmistakable authority and absolute power exploded from the Demon God, forcing the kneeling ministers and aides to prostrate to the ground. None, however, dared to let out any voice of discontent or pain.

"You all have grown too arrogant and conceited since the last time I was here," the Demon God continued. "I raised you all better than this. I expected better things from all of you, not this."

The Demon God stood up from his throne, and his towering figure and presence pressed down on all of them.

"Go and make yourselves busy. I shall give you three years to shed those arrogances of yours. When that time comes, I will lead you all to descend on that small world."

"I will tolerate no more excuses anymore. When I summoned all of you again, I want to see the faces of my fearsome and tireless soldiers, not some pampered nobles with delusions of granduer."

"If some of you couldn't even do such a simple thing as that, you might as well return your bodies to the Flesh Incubator to make yourselves useful at the very least."

Concluding his words here, the Demon God walked out of the meeting room with his footsteps thundering on the hearts of his ministers. As he passed by his son, he tapped his shoulder and said,

"Get up and follow me. We have a lot to talk about."

The cold and crass voice of his father adressing him shook the Demon Prince's heart, yet he didn't dare to show any displeasure or fear. Instead, he bravely stood up, albeit unstable, and followed him to wherever he decided to go.