Sirzechs was utterly horrified by the sight before him.
He had participated in the Three Great Factions War and witnessed battlefields that looked like Hell, but even so, the scene before him filled Sirzechs with a deep sense of Fear Domain—a whole city reduced to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with smoke, flames, and bodies everywhere.
Against this backdrop stood a terrifying figure, tall and covered in blood from head to toe, like an envoy of Hell bringing Destruction and death. He held a warhammer in his hand and stood there, coldly staring at everything before him, like an emotionless killing machine.
Just looking at him created the illusion that the entire world was about to be destroyed. It was as if this Iron Warrior were the herald of the apocalypse, bringing nothing but the death and destruction of all things.
Sirzechs descended from the sky and landed in front of Duanmu Huai. He stared at the Iron Warrior and opened his mouth to speak, but Duanmu Huai raised a hand and cut him off.
"I hope you're not going to ask me what happened. I already explained the Inquisition's rules, attitude, and policies to all of you very clearly. As for the cause and consequences of this matter, I imagine that as the Demon King, you already know all about them. There's no need for me to waste my breath. So, do you have anything else to say besides those foolish questions?"
"...I suppose I don't."
Faced with Duanmu Huai's preemptive strike, Sirzechs opened his mouth, then let out a bitter laugh. Indeed, just as Duanmu Huai had said, when the two sides first met, Duanmu Huai had already explained the Inquisition's goals, rules, and scope of application to Sirzechs in full, as if he