As the Perfumer screamed in terror, a thorn-covered tentacle pierced his fresh heart. The Perfumer, with shock and disbelief in his eyes, looked at Oliver, "How dare you... I am from the Church..."
Oliver's long crimson tongue licked his lips, his handsome face appearing particularly eerie due to the enlargement of his mouth, "That Angel consumed quite a bit of my power, extremely hungry, your taste... Gurgle... very nice indeed."
Ssss... Ssss... Ssss... Ssss...
Dense thorn-covered tentacles pierced the Perfumer's body, pulling him in front of the Prince as the Perfumer struggled. Behind Prince Oliver, two more tentacles slowly emerged. The front ends of the tentacles were shaped like knives, and the blood-red Bone Saber effortlessly sliced open the Perfumer.
