While Konrad obliterated the infernal flames running amok within his body, Talroth still clashed with the Overlord.

　　He made a grasping motion, causing the fiery red sky to s.h.i.+ne in dazzling purple light. That light spread across all the corners of the wasteland world, and wherever it went, the infernal flames dispersed until only Konrad, Talroth and the Overlord remained.

　　"Talroth, today you've broken the laws of h.e.l.l. Tomorrow, h.e.l.l will not forgive you. Your punishment shall be dreadful."

　　"Overlord, just like you, I'm from h.e.l.l. I'm sure it can't bear harming me. Who could?"

　　Talroth jested, but his humor brought no smile from the Overlord's indiscernible face. In a twister of infernal flames, the Overlord vanished, leaving only Konrad and Talroth to remain.

　　With Talroth having deflected ninety-nine percent of his trial, Konrad didn't have anything to worry about. In such conditions, if he still couldn't succeed, then he might as well die.

　　But while he successfully crossed the tribulation, his mood soured. He'd personally witnessed how that newcomer withstood the bulk of it for him. Without him, what would his result be?

　　Death.

　　Therefore, he couldn't feel any joy. Because once again, he was reminded that the road ahead still held many hurdles he wasn't fully prepared for.

　　Thanks to the brief dialogue, Konrad knew to who he owed his life to. The southern king of h.e.l.l, Talroth, his cheap father. The hardest debts to repay were those owed to close relatives.

　　Konrad really didn't want to owe him anything. However, it was now far too late.

　　Talroth could feel the unwillingness within his heart as he turned to face him. Seeing Talroth for the first time, Konrad was astonished.

　　Because he looked a hundred percent like the Flame Mark did when they met face to face. However, he quickly regained his composure. After all, the Flame Mark came from Talroth's blood. For it to bear his appearance wasn't that surprising.

　　What truly terrifying Konrad was that staring at Talroth, he felt a crus.h.i.+ng suppression force stemming from his bloodline. As if in front of him, all l.u.s.t demons should grovel and wors.h.i.+p on bended knees, acknowledging his absolute dominion over l.u.s.t.

　　"Disgruntled that I meddled in your trial?"

　　Konrad didn't reply because his face said it all.

　　"Good, I'd also be dissatisfied. Unable to cross a tribulation on your own, having to resort to external help, that is a shameful matter. Nothing to be proud of."

　　Konrad's face contorted into an ugly grimace.