A Bloody Battle, Part One

Ever since he had miraculously defeated Mannoroth's projection, the woman had shown up beside him from time to time to lecture him, as if he were an immature child. It left Renard utterly speechless.

He couldn't help thinking spitefully, You're not my nanny. Why are you making such a fuss?

Watching Master Lei walk away, Vivian stomped her foot in frustration and muttered, "Is this the savior from the Great Prophecy Art? That legendary Child of God, both righteous and wicked? What's the difference between him and a shameless scoundrel?"

"No, I have to seize the chance to keep him in line, or he'll go astray. But that man's words are just too infuriating."

It had never occurred to her that the problem might lie in her own tone and attitude. Even if it did, she would find all sorts of excuses to brush the thought aside.

Once he was away from Vivian, Renard suddenly felt much more relaxed. Even the sight of the demons throwing their lives away no longer bothered him.

Listening to the booming cannon fire and cries of battle, he almost felt as if he were listening to a symphony. He had no idea why.

Was that woman more terrifying than the demons? Or was it her status that put so much pressure on him?

The pope's only daughter! If he'd known that before, he never would have dared treat her like a subordinate and boss her around. He could only hope she wasn't too petty.

When he reached the western side of Qiming Mountain, he found things in much better shape than in the north. After all, this wasn't the demons' main attack route.

Aside from a few high-ranking demons that stood out, there weren't many that caught his attention.

Renard walked over to Christopher