Thinking back to the wolf people who refused to retreat from this dire situation and remained hopeful for a turn in fate are all true loyalists of The Master of Hunting, all thugs who carry out the destruction of the Black Disaster to the extreme, and idiots who would hinder their race from climbing out of the mud one step at a time.
All previous emotions transformed into mockery at this moment.
Ah, the thugs yearning to meet the Divine Spirit finally received the response of the Evil God as they wished. In this way, when their crushed minds shatter in pain, their brutal bodies will likely proudly lift their chests, right?
What a dark humor!
The farewell performance at the funeral for The Master of Hunting couldn't be more fitting.
It turns out the Master of Hunting isn't all flaws; the Hunting Bro knows to gather up the trash he created before his exit. Look at that high quality; the shadows of the subspace should learn well!
