"Lord Senluo turned this kingdom into an arena, where only the fiercest and strongest beasts that survive to the end can become the Divine Beings He needs! The ideals you shed blood and sacrifice your lives for are nothing but rotten flesh He uses to incite the beasts to fight each other!"
"You just said I have no chance to become a Great Skill. Do you think I would covet becoming a wild beast after death, to join this endless fight, striving to become a Divine Being fortunate enough to be used by Lord Senluo?" The Gun Technique Sanctuary shook his head, his expression icy: "No, I don't covet it at all."
"Moreover, if it weren't for the numerous Great Skills, if it weren't for the countless factions, Senluo would have returned to the era of civilization, and not still be in this war-torn Paradise of factions fighting against each other."
