Blood, except that blood is still blood.

This was Kane's first impression after waking up from his coma. He struggled to his feet with the sharp pain in his body, and looked around in a trance.

Kane desperately accepted the bloody truth, and now the fifteen members he led were all bloody corpses. Almost all of their bodies were badly damaged, and some of them were torn to pieces, corpses, internal organs, and broken bones scattered throughout the square, and the air was filled with the smell of blood that made people want to vomit.

"You didn't die immediately under my attack, you look like a cockroach, human!" a loud laugh rang in Kane's ears, and he raised his head with difficulty, and was greeted by a demon dressed in obsidian armor and holding a giant axe, covered in dark green fire, like a giant beast.

It wasn't your average tomahawk, and Kane noticed the weapon: the image of the vicious Cyclops was intricately carved into the axe, and the handle of the axe was a poisonous snake wrapped around it. The snake, that is the pattern that only the thirteen demon lords are allowed to use by Satan, and of the thirteen demons, only one uses the giant axe as a weapon.

"You're one of the Thirteen Demons, the Demon Lord of the Seven Deadly Sins, and the embodiment of Astaroth, right?" Kane gasped and asked the demon.

"Oh, are there any humans who can recognize me?" Astarrot laughed harshly, "I didn't expect even ants to know my name, it's funny." ”

Astaroth, why, didn't the intelligence say that there was only one demon-like one? Why did one of the thirteen demons appear here? Kane coughed up a mouthful of blood, and he struggled to ask Astaroth, "Why are guys like you here?"

"Is this?" Astarot bared his vicious fangs at Kane, "You'll have to ask that guy yourself, you think I'm right, Mephistopheles." ”

"My dear Astaroth. A languid voice came from behind Astarot, "You're always too straightforward, and that makes my well-designed games unfun." ”

Mephistopheles walked up to Kane with graceful steps. Kane felt that "he" was a man even more beautiful than he had been rumored: with curly blond hair, a pair of bright and cunning eyes, tall but calm, and long and white fingers, no matter how you looked at "him", his every move was always full of charm, not to mention the gorgeous and luxurious and magnificent clothes, just like a noble son who came out of a painting.

The head of the Thirteen Demons, the Demon King of the Seven Sins, the Demon of Pride and Desire, Mephistopheles Ferres was standing in front of Kane, looking him up and down.

"The fact that you are alive means that you have the power of the Holy Word, right? Mephistopheles leaned into Kane's ear in an almost ambiguous position, then slowly but gracefully straightened up and looked at him with a mocking expression.

Kane stared at the two demons in front of him with unwilling eyes, he did use his Divine Word Protector ability at the moment of attack, this ability can create a wall of air for defense in a short period of time, and it is this wall of air that allows him to barely resist Astaroth's powerful attack, but despite this, he is still seriously injured from the aftermath of the attack.

"You just wanted to ask me a question, didn't you?" Mephistopheles laughed, "let me fulfill your dying man's wishes." "He" pointed his hand at Kane's head, and Kane instantly fell into the image that Mephistopheles had shown him.

Although it was only for a few seconds, Kane's expression slowly began to grow frightened and panicked, as if he had witnessed some kind of terrifying sight, and his bloodshot eyes were almost protruding from their sockets. "No, this can't happen!" Kane jerked Mephistopheles by the collar, who faced him with a noncommittal smile.

Kane collapsed to the ground in an instant, God, what a horrible thing it would be if that was the future, he couldn't go on. I'll have to tell Shore the information!!' The thought popped into his mind, yes, it's still too late to use my Word Medium for long-distance communication, Kane thought to himself. "Tut-tut, that's a great idea. Kane was startled by the sound of the demon in front of him.

"But no, my stupid little whistleblower. Mephistopheles smiled at him with a look of foresight. It's Mephistopheles' mind-reading!" He "saw my thoughts, saw them all!" so that he could not contact Shore, and Kane's last flame of hope was ruthlessly extinguished by Mephistopheles, and all that was left in his heart was infinite despair.

"So, to punish you for your filthy thoughts, Astarot. Mephistopheles turned to Astarrot and shouted, "He's yours." ”

Astarrot grinned and walked up to Kane, his eyes spewing green flames staring at him, and he raised his great axe. No, what was it going to do, Kane didn't have time to think about it before his consciousness was swallowed up by a sharp pain coming from his right arm.

"Ahhh

"Now, it's your turn, little bug!" Astarot grabbed Kane's neck with the giant hand that had crushed his right arm, lifting him high into the air, the thick smell of blood was disgusting, and the blood and the scraps of minced flesh almost stained Kane's face.

Am I going to die?" Kane thought, as a witcher, he had always been prepared to face death, but when death actually came, he found that he still seemed to be afraid of death, but he quickly understood: no, this is not fear, this is a human obsession before death, because I still have something I want to accomplish.

That guy would be more bored without me, wouldn't he? I'm sorry I can't keep arguing with you idiot, that's the last thought that flashed through his mind. With the sound of bones shattering, Kane's bright eyes instantly dimmed, and Astarrot threw his body to the ground like a tattered rag doll.

"No!" a cry of rage cut through the dead silence, and the demons turned their heads to look, and Shore Robert appeared at the entrance to the plaza with the anger of the loss of his best friend.