I Am a Devil, You Are Demons

The Black-Robed Man stared at the short-haired woman and said in a cold, hoarse voice, "I strongly disagree with your view. I admit that you have quite a few people, but you seem even easier to fool than I thought. Or perhaps you're simply far too confident.

"You set up such a huge net south of Galan City that even a blind man could see it, yet you thought I would run straight into it?

"Perhaps you thought I was desperate to flee, trying to reach the coast and leave by ship. But why would I be foolish enough to do something you had already anticipated? So I merely made a slight detour around Galan City and shook off most of your people, almost completely escaping your pursuit.

"Unfortunately, my luck was a little bad in the end. Just like that book said—for an undead person like me, abandoned by the Netherworld, whose soul has been sold to demons, no living creature will like me, including the Goddess of Luck. And so, at the very last moment, I ran into those of you left behind.

"But it doesn't matter. Once I kill you, I'll be free. I'll be able to completely escape your pursuit."

"Mr. Shande, so you are determined not to cooperate with us?" The short-haired woman frowned. "Let me tell you, we've already sent the signal. A large number of people are rapidly repositioning to surround you in Galan City again and prevent your escape. After that, they'll quickly come to support us and do everything they can to capture you. And you're injured too..."

As she spoke, the short-haired woman glanced at the Black-Robed Man's chest.

It was visibly caved in and gave off a burnt, scorched smell. Earlier, using a special weapon and at the cost