Without a doubt, for Dae, who had exhausted every trump card he had brought with him, this was the greatest crisis of his life.
There was not a single combatant left among the Organization's party.
Yes!
Every last one of these arrogant men who treated Claymores like beasts of burden and disposable tools was utterly useless in a fight.
Calling them useless fighters might even have been giving them too much credit.
Although some of them had undergone modification and had far longer lifespans than ordinary humans.
The problem was that they had never endured the Claymores' harsh, rigorous training, and almost never actually fought. Their practical combat experience was virtually nonexistent, and many of their modified muscles were not even stronger than those of ordinary people who exercised.
Naturally, these men were no match for the battle-hardened female Warriors.
Dae's greatest regret right now was that he had not kept even one Abyss Devourer behind, instead sending every last one out.
Compared with everyone else's anxiety, Lulu seemed remarkably calm.
He had already made more than one under-the-table deal with Allen, so he was not particularly worried about being killed.
The others probably would not be so lucky...
Especially those black-clad Abyssal Ones who had committed so many vile deeds. Most likely, every last one of them would die today.
There was no helping it. They were the ones the Claymore Warriors hated most.
Sensing the undisguised killing intent of the dozens of Claymores who had defected from the Organization, Dae drew a deep breath and asked gravely, "Are you sure you want to make an enemy of the Organization? Of the nation backing us?"
"As I just said, this is their own decision. It has nothing to do with me. I'm merely enjoying the show, just as you