Chen Li nodded.
"You were sent here by the Flame Reaver, right?"
Cipher stared intently at Chen Li as she asked.
"Right."
"You don't like the tragedy that once belonged to Amphoreus, do you? I'm the Demigod of Trickery, so don't even think about fooling me. Look into my eyes!"
Cipher's cat ears, poking out from beneath her hood, twitched lightly.
"Right."
Chen Li nodded.
"The Iron Tomb wants to beat everyone here to death, including you, right?"
"Right."
"Have we ever spoken badly to you?"
"...You breathed on me."
"Cough, cough... That wasn't during this cycle!"
Cipher looked a little embarrassed.
"Then continue."
Chen Li gestured for her to go on.
"Do you like us? I mean, the story of Amphoreus."
"I do."
"You don't like the Iron Tomb, right?"
"Right."
"Then why are you helping the Iron Tomb instead of us? I really will breathe on you!"
Cipher bared her teeth as she spoke.
Was this how the righteous were supposed to be threatened at gunpoint?
What kind of logic was that?
"Calm down. I never said I wouldn't help."
Chen Li spread his hands.
"Calm down? Calm down my ass. The Flame Reaver's practically getting whipped into a spinning top by the Iron Tomb."
Cipher pointed toward the battlefield.
After the Iron Tomb put on the head of someone who seemed to be acquainted with Chen Li and gained that yellow goofy head, the battlefield had gone from one-sided to even more one-sided.
Originally, the Flame Reaver had been holding the Iron Tomb down and beating it. Now, the Iron Tomb was holding the Flame Reaver down and beating him.
And the obvious disparity in combat strength was not even the most frightening part.
Even more terrifying was that whenever the Flame Reaver, who had once hated