An reached for the stinger rapier at her waist, excitement welling up inside her. She watched the Godfather charge up with delight as an invisible gravitational field spread out, dragging Zhao Bai helplessly toward its center. The heavy hammer came crashing down, kicking up clouds of dust. Blow after blow drowned out Zhao Bai's screams.
There were no screams.
He was probably smashed to pieces by the Godfather's heavy hammer in one blow.
An thought pleasantly as her body moved unconsciously toward where Zhao Bai had been struck. She loved seeing sinners who refused to admit their sins turned into chunks of flesh. Whether it was the color or the smell, it was soothing enough to make her tremble.
"Why can't I smell the sweetness of blood?"
An asked doubtfully.
"But there's no need to be afraid. Even if he isn't dead, he'll be badly wounded. I'll use this to cut off his head."
"Goodbye."
As the dust gradually dispersed, An stopped in place and froze.
She rubbed her eyes. Not only had that sinner's glow not vanished, it had become even brighter. It was as though he were radiating some kind of light, impossible to ignore even amid the swirling dust.
"My name is Zhao Bai."
He wore Titan-shaped gauntlets on both hands, glowing golden like the Godfather.
It was said that they were proof of killing a Godfather—the weapon of the strong: the Godfather Overlord Fist.
For every set of Godfather Overlord Fists obtained, a Godfather had been brutally slain. No trade, no killing. Protect Titans, starting with me.
That was the equipment's description.
It had originally been equipment made as an event gag. Even its model had already existed, and its strength was utterly dreadful. Yet in Zhao Bai's hands, such equipment could shine with the most