In the end times, the master will have arrangements for them.
This is the correct path.
"Rest assured, I will make sure she experiences the utmost pain before she dies!"
A gloomy smile appeared on Flor's face. He could even sense that Rattlesnake was at the consortium right now, very close to him. It wouldn't take much effort to drag her out, and then—
The gloomy smile froze on his face.
Flor only felt an irresistible force, and he was sent flying backward.
Black energy lashed against his body, knocking over the sacrificial brazier and slamming him into the hard statue.
"…Master?"
Flor was filled with disbelief. Whispers reappeared, but conveyed a command entirely opposite to the previous one.
Who told you to kill Rattlesnake?
You are to protect her!
He also sensed that the demons gathered outside the dungeon suddenly stopped fighting Bazatous's creations, dusted themselves off, and went back to their homes.
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