"But this is good too, the blood of your loved ones must feel very warm, right? Hahahahaha! No need to be polite, it's what I should do!"
"Ugh...... Ahhhhh!!!"
"This is it! This is what I wanted to hear!"
Hearing the painful and unwilling roar from the demon, Duanmu Huai spread his arms wide, as if in a fervor like skating on ice.
"The howls and screams of a lowly demon are truly delightful! Do you have any relatives who aren't completely dead yet? I'd be kind enough to deal with them in front of you! Or maybe your beloved pet dog? I wonder if you keep dogs?"
Is this really a hero?
Lisetta slumped to the ground, her eyes wide with terror, staring at the tall figure standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Behind him were the ruins of a village thoroughly destroyed, with only roaring flames burning in its place, illuminating the black armor soaked in blood. The embedded skulls on it, with hollow, pitch-black eye sockets, gazed at everything without emotion.
