Not only had his injuries healed, but even the eye he had devoured earlier had grown back.
"An Abyssal Demon Dragon? Or an offspring of an Abishalom Demon?"
Gutemund, who had thought he was under some kind of Exorcism Spell, looked at the standing 'David' and asked with a face full of confusion.
But it didn't seem to make much difference to him either way.
If it were a fully formed Abyssal Demon Dragon or an Abishalom Demon from Hell, Gutemund would have turned tail and fled immediately.
But a mere Half-Dragon? Who does he think he's looking down on?
"I, Lord Gutemund, am a noble... PUH..."
Before Gutemund could finish his boast, David shot up like a cannonball and blasted him into a bloody mist with a single punch.
Only his head tumbled through the air, landing on the bloody battlefield, his face etched with disbelief.
The way this power was wielded even surpassed the common understanding of an Abyssal Demon like himself.
