"You sure have a lot of free time. After handing the fighting over to me, you went off to eat, drink, and have fun. And now you're talking to me about hatred and self... forget it. Whenever you face demons, you charge in like a madman every single time. What right do you have to lecture me?"
Ganatica slightly adjusted his stiff expression. Oakris's warning did not stir any emotional change in him. He merely took the strong liquor handed to him, sipped it lightly, and then silently continued staring at the distant Abyssal Rift.
Against the dim crimson backdrop, the blood-red gemstone embedded in the youthful avenger's right eye no longer stood out so vividly. Ganatica, ever prepared for battle, had long since abandoned the "bad habit" of touching his right eye now and then.
No matter what, forty thousand long years had already passed. The youth who had remained on the battlefield for so long could barely tell what emotions still existed within his heart. Even with Duke Oakris sitting beside him, the dazed avenger could not feel any sense of reality. Perhaps... after endlessly swinging his blade and slaughtering demons, he had truly begun to see himself as nothing more than a killing machine!
"Have a proper taste of Hell's strong liquor. To make it stimulating enough, I, a devil duke, personally added a few fragments of the Fire Element Law to it."
Oakris drained an entire bottle of blood-red liquor without finding Ganatica's silence dull. On the contrary, his gaze became more solemn and sincere, while his admonishing tone gained a stronger note of warning.
The Legendary devil who had specifically come to the Belaishius battlefield from near another Abyssal Rift was not truly so idle that he had nothing better to do than chat with