Demogorgon's two heads looked at each other, with serious expressions on each other's faces... If the undead really have this characteristic, do they still need to stand against the undead?

After all, it is impossible for the undead to provide any benefits to their demons... What can a soulless guy do with how many evil thoughts he has?

The devil can't eat it anyway.

The presence of the undead in Toril is troublesome, but not inevitable.

That is to say, the Sword Coast area of ​​Faerûn cannot be touched from south to north.

Even Silvermoon City in central and northern Faerûn has no impact.

Especially for him, Demogorgon.

The enemies of Isei Ray are the fishmen, and their battlefield is on the huge sea, on the side of the Sakura Empire and the Japanese Kingdom, which have a very bad relationship with the undead.

Just avoid the passage that the undead take to the Dragon Empire.

Demogorgon really didn't care who the enemy was, but he cared about his own luck.

After so many years, he has never experienced the meaning of luck, only luck.

Although this will be troublesome, every brain in Demogorgon wants to give it a try!

In an instant, Demogorgon, who was full of fighting spirit, accelerated his water gliding speed again... The two-headed beauty he was holding in his hand just wanted to speak, and her two rosy little mouths took a big gulp of air together.
Chapter completed!