“Master, Leave This Trash to Us, Servants!”

The four dukes appeared in mid-air, and a gust of wind formed behind them. The four of them quickly flew toward the ship that Davis and the others were on.

"If you surrender now, we might still spare your life."

The Duke of Wildrose's lips felt a little dry, and he licked the corners of his lips.

There was no hiding the greed in his eyes.

At the same time, the four dukes immediately surrounded the ship.

As long as they were able to devour people with demonic powers, regardless of whether they were servants, or real demons, they would be even stronger.

"Surrender?!"

"Don't think about it. Just obediently become our food!"

"If you want to blame someone, then blame yourself. If you had kept your tail between your legs and kept a low profile in Pompeii City, how would you have been discovered by us?"