Myriad Evils Return-Flow Scripture

"Too loud!"

Hawkins suddenly punched the Evil Beast in the head, cutting off its roar.

He glanced back. Sure enough, Martin's eyes were bulging, blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and he had died a remarkably peaceful death.

"I'm... sorry."

Hawkins sighed helplessly. The Evil Beast had roared so suddenly that he hadn't reacted in time. Mainly, he hadn't been giving the fight his full attention. He had just been toying with it.

Most players might have found the Evil Beast too powerful to handle, but to him, it wasn't strong at all. He could beat it senseless with his passive abilities alone, without using a single active skill.

He had treated the fight as a little morning exercise after waking up.

By then, the Evil Beast had recovered. Its arms split into six, and it attacked again.

But as it threw a punch, Hawkins caught its fist and gave it a gentle pull. He stepped in close and struck it again with the Violence Scepter.

He held back a little, but the blow was still astonishingly powerful.

The Evil Beast had barely any health left. If this were a Pokémon game, it would be time to throw a Poké Ball.

The Evil Beast backed away in pain. Though it knew no fear, it no longer dared charge recklessly at Hawkins.

"Time to end this."

Hawkins looked at the Evil Beast and smiled faintly.

An iron chain abruptly appeared in his hand. The Evil Beast backed away on instinct, but the next instant, the chain tightened around its neck. No matter how it changed its shape, the chain held fast.

"Let's go!"

Hawkins led the Evil Beast straight out of the cave.

Thirty minutes after Hawkins left, the Looting Emperor appeared in the cave. He looked around suspiciously,