Chapter 709 Stupid Bluff

Chapter 709 Stupid Bluff

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Asmodeus looked at Astaroth next to him and shook his head slightly.

"You need to get your emotions under better control, young, foolish master. If not, you will never earn the respect of old shrews like these."

The twelve men that stood behind the Matriarchs had all stepped forth, weapons drawn, and auras of immense magic crashing into the four people in front of them

The one behind the head Matriarch spoke up.

"I recognize you, demon of old. What is a dog of Solomon doing here, away from its master?" he asked, his tone stern but calm.

Asmodeus looked at him and snickered.

"I see there are still people alive who remember the true faces of fear. But I am afraid you are wrong, little human. I am not away from my master, simply away from the old one."

The head Matriarch looked at Astaroth, whose face was dark, and whose eyes showed emotions that should never be in the eyes of a ruler.

"You are saying he is the new master of Solomon's demons? Please. Do not mock me. I may be much younger than you, but I am no fool," the older man said, his face turning into a sneer.

But the head Matriarch raised her hand, silencing him.

"Enough. This is not the place to be measuring cocks. I thought you knew better, Edelbart," she said, with disappointment in her voice.

The older man turned his head slightly to look at his master and wife before taking a step back and lowering his blade. He kept it out, but his stance looked a little less aggressive.

Then the old woman spoke again.

"I do not know why you came out of your prison, demon, but you are not welcome here. Either shut your mouth or leave."

Asmodeus creepily smiled at her.

"You are old, woman. But not old enough to give me orders. And certainly not powerful enough in that form. Why don't you take your true form, and we can have a true discussion?"

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Standing next to the demon, and in front of Phoenix and Rodney, was Astaroth with large white wings blooming from his back.

"Enough," he said, his voice booming.

The air shook to his words, the power in them vibrating the naturally thick mana in the room.

Again, the twelve men in the room stepped forward,?weapons at the ready, but two words from Astaroth stopped them clean in their tracks.

"Stay there."

The men felt their souls tug at their bodies as if disobeying this command would tear them asunder. It was instinctual, almost like they were born to obey this command.

The Matriarchs felt the power reverberating from Astaroth's words and suddenly doubted his presence near them was a good idea.

But one of them was only looking with her mouth hanging.

The head Matriarch had met a person with a similar aura before. An aura of power that surpassed what was possible for mortals.

This was the same level of power as the mother of Themiscus. The Progenitor of Words.

Of course, this power was nothing like the progenitors and only felt like it. But she wouldn't know the difference if it spat in her face.

'Has a new progenitor been born?' she wondered, in awe.

But Astaroth could feel his very cells draining their of life force. Whatever power this new soul companion of his had given him was not something he should be using so freely.

So he needed to make this quick. And the best solution was bluffing.

"I have heard enough of your lies. You seem to want a violent resolution, so I am ready to give you one. Have you any last request before I end l of you?"

The threat took everyone in the room by surprise, even Asmodeus. And that was because he looked like the avatar of good, at the moment, but his statement was far from exuding the same righteousness.

"Wait! Let's not rush into something that drastic!" the head Matriarch exclaimed, her voice cracking before she started coughing.

All the other Matriarchs were nodding their heads frantically, in accord with their leader.

Astaroth could only smile inwardly, glad his stratagem had worked.

'That could have gone wrong. I'm glad it didn't.'