Lucifer's choice was obvious. He needed time to recover, and he was genuinely curious to see how the people here fought wits and courage against high-tech sharks.
The universe known as Sharknado seemed to be one where sharks were the true protagonists of heaven and earth. After all, no normal world had tornadoes helping vast numbers of sharks travel over mountains and rivers, much less giving sharks intelligence.
This former Satan loved humans most. Aside from humans, he felt nothing toward the creatures of Earth, but if there were any species he disliked, they were probably all concentrated in the ocean.
Some creatures of the deep sea really were bizarrely shaped and hideously ugly. Lucifer found ugly humans interesting and would praise them for looking so original, but as for other animals, if they were ugly, he did not want to spare them even a second glance.
Sharks were considered beautiful among marine creatures, with their streamlined bodies and imposing mouths full of sharp teeth. But Lucifer still disliked the seafood smell on fish.
Splash, splash, splash.
The half-corpse across the street was still spraying blood, while the shark kept it in its jaws and flung it around. The blood loss was still just as massive. Deathstroke and Satan had been here chatting for seven or eight minutes, yet the corpse had not run out of blood.
Unlike Deathstroke, who was simply enjoying the show, Lucifer was more curious about where so much blood was coming from. He crossed the street, which had become a river of blood, and entered the ruins of the shop.
Inside the shop, blood near the large pit that served as the "water source" rose above his knees. Yet he still looked elegant and beautiful, just as he had when walking through lava and piles