Isn't it simple and crude enough for me to shoot with a hand crossbow?

I remember back then I held my usual hand crossbow in my left hand and Dawn in my right hand.①

I didn’t see you praising me even when the demonic tide caused a rain of blood!”

Vera said and threw the hood behind her.

Revealing that somewhat too fair face.

A head of black hair seems to be giving birth to a mystery.

"At that time, I was using Whirlwind on the other side.

You can't ask a barbarian to maintain balance and recognize the way while using Whirlwind, and also be able to clearly see how handsome his comrades are in battle, right?

But I remember that time I killed 100,000 demons first.

A whole day faster than you."

Bulcasso tilted his head and took another sip of wine.

"I don't remember competing with you at that time."

Vera took a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into her mouth, and said vaguely.

"I initiated the competition unilaterally.

The result was that I won, so I didn’t tell you.”

Bulcasso glanced in the direction of the door of the Crystal Dome.

There seems to be something wrong with Johanna's breath over there.

This is a bit weird.

Inarius should not have the strength to defeat Johanna at this time.

As an angel who was sent to the burning hell and tortured for who knows how many years.

There wouldn't be so much power left in Inaris' body.

"We were eating meat and drinking wine, and Johanna was guarding the door for me?

Isn’t it a bit bad to do this?”

Nazbo touched the voodoo doll next to him.

Then a small group of ghost children suddenly appeared next to Natsubo.

Those little guys don't look very good-looking.

But Natsubo doesn't care at all about the images of the little clansmen he summons.

The zombie monster is ugly enough, but the zombie dog is even uglier.

And these ghost children are the most beautiful individuals that Natsubo can create and can move freely.

"Can your ghost child tell who is the enemy?"

Bulcasso glanced at the little guys who were as lively as naughty children, and then asked.

"That's not true.

That's because these little guys can sense what will happen if they attack Johanna.

Although these little guys are not alive, they still have the instinct of life.

Does this prove that the instinct of life can actually affect the soul?"

Nazebo clapped his hands, and then watched the little guys running in the direction of Johanna.

"That's something you should think about.

But I always feel like there’s something wrong with this guy Inaris.”

Bulcaisel muttered.

Then he stuffed a large piece of dried meat into his mouth, then took out the black bread and took a bite.

"We are not from the same generation as them.

If necessary, just take action.

It’s like I just fucked Yin Na.”
Chapter completed!