After the eleventh and twelfth rounds of Ragnarok began, the fighters on both the human and god sides quickly locked onto their respective targets.
Beelzebub in particular had come for Dark Seele. The aura around Milkshake fascinated him. If he could capture her alive and use her as experimental material, he would be very pleased.
"Seele, be careful. That Demon King... Bronya has detected that he is dangerous. Let Bronya deal with him. You go handle that Indra!"
Bronya studied the two god fighters before her several times. Compared to Indra... Beelzebub was more dangerous.
So, as the older sister, Bronya naturally stepped in front of Milkshake and took the initiative to face Beelzebub.
But the next second, Bronya froze. Seele, whom Bronya had always believed needed protecting, domineeringly pulled her aside. Staring at Beelzebub, she spoke in a tone that allowed no argument.
"Bronya, don't steal Seele's prey!"
After saying that, Milkshake cast Bronya a dangerous look with her blood-red eyes, warning her without the slightest regard for sisterly affection.
It was as though she were saying that anyone who tried to touch Seele's toys—even her big sister—would not be allowed.
"Seele..."
This domineering Seele left Bronya completely stunned!
When had her little sister Seele become... so domineering and forceful? Where had that soft, timid little sister who liked to hide in the toy box whenever she got scared gone?
"Big Sis... no, Bronya, move aside! This guy's target is obviously Seele..."
Milkshake forcefully pushed her sister Bronya aside, then walked toward him step by step with a blood-red scythe in hand.
As Milkshake approached Beelzebub step by step, boundless bloody killing intent radiated from her body. Bronya and the spectators outside the arena seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood within that beautiful