Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

At the same moment Pantalone spoke, D'Artagnan also clicked his tongue and gave his own comment.

Even though he had been to the world of the abyss once before, he still felt uncomfortable when he saw such a thing.

Even someone as naturally combative as him couldn't bring himself to like something with that kind of aura.

While giving his own assessment, Datalia did not lower his guard. Instead, he observed the surrounding situation and searched for any signs of the enemy.

This is a proper instinct for a soldier; one must never let down one's guard in any situation, especially when facing unfamiliar places.

It was this experience of being misled into the abyss in his youth and being taught by his master that shaped Tartaglia's mindset.

If he didn't have this awareness, he would have died countless times already.

"Since this is the deepest room, logically speaking, such an important place should be under the jurisdiction of an 'Apostle of the Abyss,' right? Did they run away in fear after seeing us arrive?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's lurking in a corner like a rat hiding in a dark ditch, waiting to strike us when we let our guard down."

Pantalone chuckled as he answered Dadalia's question, while casting his gaze toward a figure shrouded in darkness and a deep blue in a corner of the dark temple.

What do you think of what I said?

"Hehehe, what a keen sense of smell. I must say, no wonder you're the executor of the Fools."

The figure that emerged from the dark corner was not angry after Pantarone revealed his identity. Instead, he laughed loudly. However, the next moment, the "Apostle of the Abyss" changed his tone and became extremely sharp and aggressive.

“We do not intend to be enemies with the Fools for the time being, but what you have done has really crossed the line. Don’t think that the ‘Order’ does not intend to fight against the Fools because the ‘Order’ cannot defeat the Fools. We simply do not want to take action against the Fools.”

“Executor of the Fools, do you truly wish to be an enemy of the Abyss Order? If you order your men to cease their actions immediately, we may temporarily refrain from antagonizing the Fools. Otherwise, the Order will eventually make you realize that there are some things you cannot contend with.”

Pantalone didn't take anything the "Apostle of the Abyss" to heart, and simply smiled.

"Heh... Is that so? I'll say the same thing to you, but you've misunderstood one thing: I'm not against you, I'm against the 'world'."

"Hmph, stubborn as a mule."

After receiving Pantalone's reply, the "Abyss Apostle" snorted coldly and looked at the figures of Pantalone and the others.

"Since you do not intend to accept our mercy, then I will... personally offer you your final end. Prepare to face the terror from the abyss!"

Pantalone was unmoved by the reaction of the "Apostle of the Abyss," but simply smiled and gave a glance to D'Artagnan, who had been waiting for a long time.

"We can get started now. Considering this is a rare opportunity, let's give the new equipment a try out and also gather some experimental data."

Upon seeing that look, D'Artagnan immediately understood Pantalone's meaning, which instantly freed him from the long-standing shackles that had bound him, as he was already prepared to enjoy the fighting and battle.

Especially after hearing that Pantarone had actually allowed him to use the 'new equipment', an excited smile appeared on his face. While stretching his muscles and bones, making cracking sounds, he grinned at the "Abyss Apostle" in front of him.

"As expected, this kind of scene is the most suitable for me compared to other things. So let me enjoy the fight from now on."

As Tartaglia stepped out from beside Pantarone, the elemental energy around him began to surge in accordance with his will, and at this moment Tartaglia had already walked up to the "Apostle of the Abyss".

The moment he covered his face with the mask he wore on his head, Tartaglia's incredibly powerful and surging elemental energy reached its peak.

A terrifying aura erupted instantly, rushing towards us.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the "Abyss Apostle" witnessed such a powerful aura. As the oppressive feeling brought by that aura disappeared, Tartaglia's figure was also covered with a layer of armor.

A figure carrying a massive lightning spear and wearing a cloak against a backdrop of starry sky and purplish-black, appeared before the others amidst lightning and surging water elements.

This is precisely the 'new equipment' that Pantalone was referring to as D'Artagnan's possession—

Demon King Arms.

However, the current Demon King Armor has undergone significant changes compared to the original Demon King Armor. Apart from the similar appearance, the power it possesses is vastly different from the original Demon King Armor.

The Demon King's weaponry, powered by 'imaginary energy,' even incorporates the power of the 'Abyss.'

It can be said that, apart from the fact that the shell is still the original Demon King's weapon, in terms of pure output, it is enough to be called a top-tier powerhouse in the first tier below the gods.

Of course, the burden brought by such powerful strength is also very obvious. Even for D'Artagnan, who has already undergone 'modification surgery', the longest he can bear the Demon King's Armor is only three minutes.

This is the maximum limit calculated within the theoretically safe threshold that D'Artagnan's own physique can withstand, and D'Artagnan has no complaints about this limit value.

Rather than saying that possessing such immense power was an unexpected and delightful surprise for D'Artagnan.

Having greater power means he can fight and battle against more powerful enemies.

Just thinking about this was enough to make him realize how exciting and joyful this must be.

"Three minutes... that should be enough."

With a grin, Tartaglia watched the figure of the "Apostle of the Abyss" with excitement in his eyes, which revealed a fighting spirit full of desire.

Seeing the unimaginable power emanating from Tartaglia, the "Apostle of the Abyss" was both horrified and confirmed something.

Sensing the aura and scent emanating from Tartaglia, the "Apostle of the Abyss" spoke with a chilling tone as he looked at Pantalone's figure.

"That dangerous smell feels familiar, that 'rotten' smell. So that's it... You're getting your hands on things you shouldn't, and like us, you are dangerous things."

"However, anything dangerous other than the 'Cult' should be kept in cages."

"Heh, put it in a cage? This kind of double standard is not good."

Pantalone looked at the "Apostle of the Abyss" with a playful expression, but didn't take the "Apostle of the Abyss's" words to heart. He simply spoke to the fully armed Tartaglia.

"Kill him."

"I would be more than happy to do that."