"The annoying fly is gone. It's time to spill some blood; you're looking forward to it."
The Blood God, holding a chain in one hand and waving a war axe in the other, pointed forward and said to Kana.
I'm definitely not looking forward to it.
At this moment, Kana was gripping the Frost Greatsword tightly, with an icy aura spreading around him.
If he wanted this guy to stop bothering him in the future, then this battle must make him concede, he had to cater to his penchant for combat.
Thinking of this, Kana couldn't help but feel a bit helpless. At such times, he still had to pander to the Evil God's preferences, which felt inexplicably like a "bribe."
It felt like offering a sacrifice to the Evil God.
Enough already.
But there was indeed no other way. Compared to the other Evil Gods, the Blood God was ultimately relatively easier to satisfy and better to deal with, yet he happened to be the most powerful.
