Blood Rage

"Kill!" Ra's al Ghul charged into the demons, his blade flashing.

His saber was no ordinary weapon. It was highly effective against demons, and they could not easily repair the wounds it inflicted. One after another, they scattered.

"No! How could this be?" The Morrowen Family's leader watched as the angels he had summoned were driven back by Ra's al Ghul, feeling his blood rush to his head. "Damn it, who are you?"

"You're not worthy of knowing who I am." Ra's al Ghul gave him a disdainful smile.

"You came for the Holy Grail!"

"Of course."

"The Holy Grail was stolen from my family many years ago." The Morrowen Family's leader trembled with rage. "In all these centuries, we have never been this close to it! How dare you? How dare you!"

"We are its rightful owners! It is our inheritance! A gift handed down to us by our ancestors! I absolutely cannot tolerate it falling into the hands of anyone outside the Brotherhood!"

"Give it a rest. You can fool others, but don't fool yourself." Ra's al Ghul sneered. "Do you really think you're a descendant of Jesus? You're nothing but a lackey of a lackey of Demon Trigon.

For more than seven hundred years, Ra's al Ghul had walked the world and learned a thing or two about the occult. He immediately exposed the Morrowen Family's entire background.

"You're even worse than the Blood Brothers. At least they directly worship Demon Trigon." Ra's al Ghul was openly mocking them, speaking far more than usual. "And you? You claim to be descendants of Jesus while devoutly worshiping a bunch of low-grade demons. What a joke."

"You!"

"Heh." Ra's al Ghul beheaded him with a single slash, blood spraying out and staining the ground around them red.

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